Uncle Hong Lou Rong

Chapter 241 Xiangling's First Tears (this chapter is optional)
If a woman wants to impress a man, she can use many methods.But if a woman wants a man to really bow down to her feet, a woman needs to use four weapons properly: smiling, obedient, flattering and caring.

Xiangling is definitely not a scheming person, and she doesn't understand these things either.

But the moment she laughed, Jia Rong felt that her heart just missed a beat.You can never imagine this scene, or even the most specific imagination will miss many important details.

Jia Rong only looked at the candlelight in the room, a woman with a distinctive appearance and a slender figure. She was wearing light yellow and light-colored clothes, bent over and turned sideways, her rolled up sleeves revealed her white jade-like warm arms. water temperature.

Steam rising from the barrel.

The candlelight shone on her face, as if applying gorgeous rouge to her delicate and plain face, and the candlelight shone on her body, revealing a bumpy figure inside the thin clothes.

She raised her arms slightly, and the candlelight shone on her smooth, satin-like skin.

Like a work of art.

Jia Rong had seen many Western oil paintings and statues. At this moment, he deeply felt that Xiangling's hand was more beautiful than those oil paintings and statues.It is the beauty of art, the suffocating artistic beauty.

"The water temperature is just right, it's my favorite temperature."

Xiang Ling said with a smile.

The innocent smile is particularly charming under the candlelight.

Jia Rong stared at this smile and was still in a daze, but Xiang Ling had already called all the maids who brought water to leave, and walked up to the uncle quietly.The white and flawless hand, that hand that was crystal clear like jade, was carefully unbuttoning Uncle Rong's clothes.

Like a gentle kitten, gently scratching his chest.

Itchy.

Itchy body, even more itchy heart.

One of Uncle Rong's hands hugged the person in front of him mysteriously, and the other hand grabbed Xiangling's jade finger, held it, looked at it, and rubbed it gently.

It's delicate, it's smooth, it's soft.

Smell it, it's still fragrant.

"Uncle took off his clothes first, the water temperature is just right, and it can relieve uncle's physical and mental fatigue."

"No matter how sleepy the uncle is, he won't be sleepy anymore after seeing our good Ling'er." Uncle Rong laughed, grabbed the little hand and kissed it lightly.

Xiangling laughed like a wind chime, and there was a word in the laughter: "itch."

Uncle Rong said: "Let's wash together, and Ling'er rubs the uncle's hair by the way."

"Yeah." The naive Xiangling didn't know the meaning of these words, and said sincerely: "Grandma often said that the uncle is doing important things, and the uncle must be very tired when he returns home. Ling'er will take good care of the uncle. , so that the uncle will not feel tired and tired when he comes back anytime."

"Good Ling'er."

Jia Rong took off the clothes one by one, and he went into the barrel first, and urged Xiang Ling to come again.

I saw a goose-yellow dress on the copper-colored smoked cage next to it.Xiangling lowered her body, took off her shoes and socks.Jia Rong, who was sitting in the bucket, quietly admired the slow and careful movements, but when he saw Xiangling's little feet, his heart jumped twice suddenly.

Anyone's posture of taking off their shoes is not good-looking, but Xiangling is an exception. Anyone's feet are inevitably a little rough, and she is also an exception.Her ankles are so slender, and her feet are even more fascinating.Even those five toes are beautiful, delicate and lovely.

Perhaps it was because Xiangling felt cold after taking off her shoes, all ten fingers on her feet were lifted up.Like ten cute girls from Lilliputian, they are dancing, dancing happily.

"Quick, come in." Brother Rong urged her with a smile, "It's cold outside, don't be freezing."

Xiangling hummed and nodded foolishly.He took off the last cover on his body and hopped over lightly.

She raised her right foot slightly.Jia Rong's eyes were on her feet instead of looking into the hidden place.He could clearly see that this was a delicate foot, a small foot, there wasn't much flesh on the foot, but the bones of the foot didn't stand out either.As if it has no bones, it shows the beauty of its round curves.

This kind of beauty is very comfortable, and there is nothing awkward about it.It is the feet that women in later generations who wear high heels are hard to have.

Jia Rong could clearly see the white hot air on the barrel hitting her feet, as if it was stepping on a cloud.With the toes pointing down, the thumb is getting closer and closer to the hot water in the poke, slowly...

Finally, it came into contact.

The thumb on the tip of the toe dipped into the water, causing layers of waves, and the waves hit Brother Rong's body.It was the position of the chest, and the warm feeling penetrated from the skin of the chest into the heart.

Sensing Uncle Rong's gaze, Xiangling lowered her head in shame, and moved her little hand holding the wall of the barrel to cover her vitals.She turned sideways, straightened her legs, and turned the area of ​​Qugu, Zhongji, and Zuwuli to the outside of the barrel wall.

Jia Rong didn't feel sorry.Xiangling Miaoman's curves are perfectly reflected in her straight standing posture.

When Xiangling's other foot stepped in, she sat down in the water under Uncle Rong's fiery gaze.The warm water soaked her body, soaking her white and delicate skin.

Uncle Rong could clearly see that the white and tender Xiang Ling was in the hot water, and the skin in several places was scalded red.Even the small face of the sign that did not touch the water gradually turned red.

"Grandpa, turn around, Ling'er rubs his back."

"Okay." Uncle Rong smiled and turned his back, but the image of Xiangling just lifting his legs into the water was still in his mind.He felt that this image would forever be imprinted in his mind, no matter how many women he met in the future, and how many times he met Xiangling, this image would never be forgotten.

Just like a man who has been in many relationships, when they think of one of the women, they will always only remember the most beautiful side he has ever seen, the most touching moment.

Jia Rong was moved.Just like the majority of men, the heartbeat is triggered by a certain moment, or because of a smile, or a certain behavior.

He turned his back to Xiangling, enjoying the gentle hands rubbing his back.The same movements as usual, the same strength as usual, but the feeling is completely different.

Uncle Rong suddenly grabbed a hand with his backhand, and turned around in Xiangling's surprise.

"I haven't finished rubbing yet." Xiangling said doubtfully.

"Rub it in another place." Brother Rong slowly put down Xiangling's hand, and said with a mysterious smile, "Why are you still kneeling in the water, just sit down and free your feet."

"Huh?" Although the simple and honest Xiangling didn't understand Uncle Rong's thoughts, she was definitely the most honest and honest among all the maids.Xiangling never questioned what the uncle said, and just followed it seriously.

She slowly changed her sitting position.Putting her feet in front, although it felt inappropriate and inelegant, she did so.It's just that he couldn't stand Uncle Rong's gaze, so he put his hands slightly in front of him in shame.

Xiangling's cheeks turned red.

She thought that Uncle Rong was finally going to do what she saw in Grandma Feng's room that night, but she saw Uncle Rong put his hands into the water and grabbed her little feet.

shame.

Feet, for women, are definitely one of the most embarrassing places.In this era, even in the erotic pictures circulated in boudoirs, those women wear shoes.No matter how gorgeous the erotic paintings are, they will not draw women's feet.

The moment Xiangling's foot was held by Uncle Rong, Xiangling was completely stunned and dumbfounded.

The blush on the cheeks spread to the ears in an instant.

Small ears are red.

Feeling Uncle Rong's fingers slipping over the soles of the feet, a special kind of itching came from the soles of the feet, passed to the heart and went deep into the nerves.Uncle Rong scratched the soles of his feet lightly, then held his toes.

"Master, itches."

It's not just itchy, it's itchy and numb, and it's crispy.The legs are crispy, the heart is crispy, and people are completely soft in hot water.

"Don't worry." Uncle Rong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and slowly came over while pumping Xiangling's little feet.Such beautiful feet, such delicate feet, must also be ecstasy feet.

"uncle……"

Xiangling panicked, she was afraid of hurting Uncle Xiaorong.She moved her feet lightly, and moved her ankles clumsily to make the soles of her feet form a strange shape. She was careful not to use any force.

Uncle Xiao Rong put his hands on the upper edge of the barrel wall, leaned his back against the inner side of the barrel wall, and held his head upright.

As night fell, only the sound of Uncle Rong's heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

There was no frolic or sound of water.

After a long time, the water gradually cooled down, and the sound and movement in the room resumed.

"Master, it's time to change the water." Xiangling got up shyly, looked at her little feet from the corner of her eye from time to time, and quietly rubbed the sole of one foot on the instep of the other.

"Don't worry, we'll wash it after an hour."

"An hour?"

Xiangling was puzzled, and said naively: "It's been too long, uncle will get cold."

Brother Rong took a sweat towel from the side and wiped his body lightly, then wiped it on Xiangling's body.Said softly: "Let's change to a warmer place, won't it be cold?"

"Is that so?"

Xiangling blinked suspiciously, and only then did she understand when she saw Uncle Rong looking at the bed on the other side.Embarrassed again, her ruddy face reappeared.

She took the sweat towel from Uncle Rong's hand, and said in a soft voice: "Master, let's go there first, don't get cold, Ling'er can just wipe it by himself."

"Uncle will help you."

Xianglian, who would never refuse to resist, now shook her head and twisted, and said softly: "Master, hurry up, if you don't go there for a while, Ling'er is worried that you will be cold."

Jia Rong couldn't tell whether this was true or not. Was Xiang Ling really worried about him being cold, or was it because Xiang Ling was ashamed?
Maybe it's shame.

No matter how dumb Xiangling is, she still knows what will happen next, and no matter how naive she is, she will be shy.She had seen what happened between Uncle Rong, Sister Feng and Ping'er.Uncle Rong also asked Ping'er to teach Xiangling, after all, she didn't want this silly girl to do anything stupid about the pomegranate skirt in the future.

You must know something about men and women, and you must also know that men and women have other taboos.

Xiangling is indeed ashamed, but it is more for Jia Rong's sake.She didn't want Uncle Rong to suffer even a little bit of cold.

Uncle Rong was lying on the soft quilt, quietly watching Xiangling wipe her body slowly, carefully and meticulously, as if she didn't want to let a drop of water drop.

Ordinary waiting is depressing and anxious.But some waiting is exciting, blood boiling.Especially when the beautiful scenery is available again, the exciting expectation will gradually increase.

Uncle Rong is waiting and watching.

The candles in the room were beating, and there was a naked woman with perfect curves standing beside the tub.

She held a white sweat towel in her hand, and lowered her head slightly to wipe off the water droplets with the sweat towel.The sweat towel passed over the jade neck, wiped over the arms, and wiped over the waist.Every movement is so slow, like an oil painting with slowly changing movements, an oil painting called "Bathing".

No, more than one pair.

There are countless paintings, including "Bathing", "Bathing Girl", and "Out of the Bath".The female model for all the paintings is Xiangling.

Paintings are beautiful, but people are even more beautiful.

People always want to have beautiful things.The same was true for Jia Rong. When Xiang Ling walked over with a sweat towel covering his body, he was so excited that he almost cheered.

"Look at you cold." When Uncle Rong waited for Xiangling to approach, he pulled up the quilt to cover Xiangling completely, and snatched it onto the warm kang.

Xiang Ling, who had just finished wiping her body, felt how cold the air was, and felt how warm Uncle Rong's embrace was at this moment.

Still hot.

Hot to hot.

Xiangling twisted her body, remembering what Ping'er taught her.I was flustered, had expectations, and was more shy.She really couldn't imagine that feeling, she had only heard Grandma Feng's voice, and seen Sister Ping'er's indescribable appearance.

When she was by herself, many thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Good Ling'er."

When Uncle Rong laughed, Xiangling felt even more ashamed.So much so that she was a little awkward when she spoke, and she called out nervously: "Master...Master."

When it fell into Uncle Rong's ears, his smile grew stronger.

"Don't be afraid."

Uncle Rong lifted Xiangling's chin slightly, and his eyes met.

Uncle Rong's handsome facial features matched his appearance like Pan'an, with a faint smile on his face, a trace of domineering and excitement hidden in his elegant and gentle manner, Xiangling could feel a kind of invisible pressure.She shrank instinctively to avoid the hot breath coming from all directions of Uncle Rong's body.

Suddenly, Xiangling's neck stiffened.

The small mouth is blocked, and people fall into the clutches of the devil.

Xiangling's heart clenched tightly, all thoughts in her mind were empty, and she could only hear the sound of her own heart beating.

sudden……

Xiang Ling's whole body froze, and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily.She was tense to tight.

Uncle Rong also noticed it, and said softly, "Let's talk first, shall we?"

Xiang Ling stiffened her neck and nodded, her mind was full of worry and fear, and she felt a little relieved after listening to the uncle's words.

"Does Ling'er have any ideals?"

"..." Xiangling shook her head.She really doesn't know what ideal is, she just thinks it's good to be with Uncle Rong and Grandma like this.There is food to eat, clothes to wear, and friends to play with.Moreover, the uncle and grandma treated her very well, and she was very satisfied.

Xiangling really couldn't say anything, and she wondered what the uncle said to be chatting, but his hands were playing tricks.

After talking in detail for a while, her stiff body gradually relaxed.

Hearing Uncle Rong ask a few more questions, Xiangling couldn't answer anything.Suddenly saw the uncle sitting up and said, "Ling'er?"

"uncle?"

At this moment, the corner of Xiangling's eye suddenly dropped a tear.

(End of this chapter)