"Give everything to Che Laojiu!"
Sister Hong, who was riding on Lin Fan, looked at him in surprise: "How should I give it to him?"
"Of course, with your body."
Lin Fan pinched her chin: "Have you forgotten? A woman’s tears are the best weapon. No one can resist such a bloodless bullet, especially soone like Che Laojiu, who walks the Jianghu Road and talks about chivalry and justice. As long as you cry well, he will surely be captivated by you."
"Last ti you made bleed, and I cried, but how co you didn’t soften your heart?"
Speaking of tears, Sister Hong imdiately recalled last ti when Lin Fan used his fingers to tease her honey pot, pacing around the room. That wound caused her a lot of pain, and no matter how she cried, he wouldn’t let go.
"I’m a scholar. Don’t you know that scholars have cruel hearts?"
Lin Fan flipped over and pressed Sister Hong beneath him, grabbing her legs and relentlessly pounding into that slippery honey pot. The powerful thrusts made her moan continuously: "Scholars... aren’t... supposed... to follow... Confucianism... what you’re doing... doesn’t resemble a scholar at all!"
"Only those who read dead books believe in that. I believe in tough action."
Lin Fan looked at Sister Hong’s slightly twisted face due to the stimulation with a wicked smile. A woman like her relies on her lower body to climb up. So today she’s with him, tomorrow with soone else. To her, it’s just a ans to rise in status.
"Then... then I still... prefer... you, this living book scholar..."
Sister Hong, striving to raise her hips, gasped deeply. The allure of this Iron Pestle made even a seasoned veteran like her admire. Lin Fan’s treasure’s size and technique were truly formidable.
"Then should I... wait in the shop... for Che Laojiu... to find ?"
"Of course not. By then, it would be too passive!"
Lin Fan kneaded her voluptuous curves, squinting: "Wait until it’s almost dawn, then go directly to Che Laojiu, and tell him you want to devote all your forces to his na, including yourself. That’s how you show sincerity!"
"Okay... I’ll do whatever you say..."
Sister Hong, holding Lin Fan’s waist, looked at him with misty eyes: "Anyway, my life and death will be in the hands of County Magistrate Lin. Whatever you ask to do... I will do!"
"Speaking of which, I do have sothing that needs you to do!"
Lin Fan slapped Sister Hong’s buttocks. She imdiately flipped over and knelt on the bed. Grabbing her waist, he entered the slippery abyss once more. Only then did Lin Fan speak: "The female high school is having trouble recruiting. They say we’re sending students to beco concubines, so you have to help with the recruitnt!"
"You want ... to help recruit... for the female high... What a joke is this?"
Feeling the impact on her raised butt, Sister Hong looked at Lin Fan in surprise: "The girls on my side are all doing at work... Sending them to school, wouldn’t it... just confirm the rumors?"
"So things need to be fought with poison!"
Lin Fan pulled Sister Hong’s body up, kneading her plump breasts: "Pick so newcors who haven’t gone to sea yet, and tell them that female high is a great opportunity. Not only can they study for free, but they also have more chances to et wealthy people. Selling a hundred in your place doesn’t compare to selling to one rich person."
"Isn’t that essentially... a socialite training class?"
Upon hearing this, Sister Hong turned her head in surprise to look at Lin Fan.
"There are similarities. Since they’re young, once they frequently interact with wealthy people, so will inevitably be hooked up. Since such things are already rumored outside, why not confirm them, letting others know this might be a chance to change their destiny? Even if they can’t sleep with rich people, earning their money is better than working."
Lin Fan wore a malicious smile. So things as rumors might spark speculation, but once confird, so people would rush in recklessly, even knowing there’s only a one percent chance; they’d still crazily push in.
"Okay... as long as you say so... I’ll do it... Although I can’t promise how many people..."
Sister Hong couldn’t understand human nature, but she knew n. At this mont, her complete surrender ensured she would not be bullied by Huo Ben. Even if she fell into the hands of that pervert one day, Lin Fan wouldn’t ignore her.
"No need to promise, just go do it. After all, I have other thods!"
Lin Fan withdrew the Iron Pestle from her abyss, turning over to lie on the bed. Sister Hong imdiately understood and climbed on top.
"Since I am so obedient, shouldn’t you reward a little more?"
"What do you want?"
Looking at Sister Hong’s seductive deanor, Lin Fan asked with a smile.
"I want you... to do hard... then shoot into ... and when morning cos... I’ll have Che Laojiu lick clean for !"
Sister Hong bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with a swirling mist.
"What do you an by cleaning up?"
Curiously, Lin Fan looked at Sister Hong, who then leaned down with a wicked smile: "Licking where you’ve been with his mouth, wouldn’t that be even more exciting!"
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