Ning An was a little taken aback, then she wasn’t ashamed at all, and instead felt justified: “Brother, when you came in, didn’t you know to knock? That’s how our Ning family teaches you manners?”
Ning Shu found it rather amusing.
When <<>>
What’s more, the person is his own brother.
“Could it be that seducing men is what you Ning family teach?” Ning Shu couldn’t help but speak out.
Ning An let out a cold laugh: “Isn’t that how you are, brother? We’re just not from the same family, even though we live under one roof.” He rubbed his arm, looking at Shen Zong pitifully: “Shen Zong, it hurts so much…”
Shen Mingxuan didn’t even glance at him, his deep eyes fixed on the young man, his breath a little ragged.
Ning An didn’t know where his brother’s charm lay, how he could captivate men so thoroughly. He bit his lip resentfully: “I can do the same too. I don’t mind serving Mr. Shen with my brother, as long as Mr. Shen wants to, An An can stay here tonight…”
Ning Shu didn’t expect her younger brother to say something so shameless.
He took a deep breath, but his heart was pounding.
Men all like to enjoy the blessings of many women, Ning Shu tensed up, she was afraid that Mr. Shen would really agree to Ning An’s request.
If this is the case… <<<
“Come here, Uncle,” Shen Mingxuan’s voice sounded a little hoarse, low and deep.
Ning An wanted to say something else, but the man said lightly, “Get out.”
His face went pale for a moment, then he picked up his clothes and walked out, filled with anger and resentment.
Although Ning Shu was slow-witted, she could sense something was amiss with the man. She looked at him, his breathing shallow and his eyes deep and intense.
I sensed a danger.
But as soon as Ning Shuyi thought of Ning An just now, she subconsciously raised her foot.
Shen Mingxuan reached out and hugged him, patting his butt. He leaned close, his hot breath washing over him, and murmured in a low voice, “Good boy.”
Then she began kissing his neck.
His gaze, however, held a hint of suppressed restraint, profoundly deep.
Ning Shu’s cheeks flushed, a faint feeling of unease crept over her. She felt both afraid and lost.
Most importantly, the man’s eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
Ning Shu nervously tensed her nerves.
But then he found Mr. Shen only restrained himself to kiss him once, and let go, coldly saying, “You don’t have to worry about the cemetery matter, I have already made arrangements, and you won’t have to return to the Ning family from now on.”
But his gaze, when it came over me, was dark and heavy.
Ning Shu felt that Mr. Shen might have been drugged. The man’s breathing was off, and he didn’t look right either.
… but why won’t the man touch him? …
Ning Shu felt a little ashamed. It was something he couldn’t say out loud.
He clutched at the man’s clothes, his eyes downcast, and mustered his courage to say, “Mr. Shen…do you need help?”
Shen Mingxuan didn’t speak, he just patted him, his voice low and soothing: “Good boy, get up. Uncle is fine.”
His lips pressed against hers. “Don’t want to take you here.”
Ning Shu’s cheeks flushed.
Although he wanted to say it didn’t matter, the thought of Ning An having climbed over this bed just moments ago made him feel uncomfortable.
Although Ning An didn’t completely take his clothes off, Mr. Shen still saw his body.
Ning Shu was lost in thought.
They were on their way back home.
The man crossed his legs, his breath a little shallow, yet he didn’t come any closer.
Ning Shu inexplicably felt a little dazed and wronged.
He didn’t know why Mr. Shen had suddenly become like this, as if he didn’t want to touch him.
Lingling said.
Maybe someday they will get tired of it.
But Ning Shu didn’t expect it to come so soon.
He didn’t know if it was because the men had seen Ning An’s body that they suddenly became cold towards him.
Ning Shu would never compare herself to Ning An.
But this time, it’s the first time.
He couldn’t help but think to himself, who was better between him and Ning An?
Although Ning An doesn’t have very fair skin, her figure is quite attractive.
Ning Shu’s heart felt a little sad.
He didn’t know what he was like, maybe men after seeing Ning An’s body wouldn’t have as much interest in him.
Ning Shu didn’t know what she was thinking.
His heart felt a little sour.
Like in the past, the pampered cat was suddenly neglected. It tentatively probed and felt a bit helpless.
Finally.
Took the initiative to get into the other person’s arms.
Reach out and hug them.
Ning Shu’s heart was filled with shame, just like when she first seduced Mr. Shen, her cheeks flushed red,
but she still spoke, her voice trembling slightly: “Mr. Shen….”
The boy’s voice was as alluring as a cat’s.
Shen Mingxuan’s eyes darkened slightly, and he stared at the person with his eyes lowered, his voice low and husky: “Are you trying to seduce your uncle?”
Ning Shu felt that it should be so.
He was seducing Mr. Shen, and he did so willingly.
But the men absolutely refused to touch him.
In the past, our interactions were always incredibly intimate.
Ning Shu herself felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that the other party was probably tired of it.
But he still wanted to give it a try.
The young man leaned in with a fawning air, whispering softly, “Mr. Shen, could you kiss me?”
Shen Mingxuan tightened his hold on the person’s arm, his eyes growing darker and colder as he said in a flat tone, “Ningning, do you know what you’re saying?”
Men aren’t doing so well either, being **touched**, this kind of drug isn’t actually very potent. But with the one they love standing right in front of them, those senses and desires are amplified tenfold, like a bomb about to explode.
His voice was low and deep: “Do you know the consequences of doing this? Hmm?”
Ning Shu shrank back, hesitating slightly. He was actually a little scared, but more than that, he wanted to see it through.
He just wanted to check if Mr. Shen was truly tired of him.
The young boy lowered his eyes.
Thinking, if a man was really tired of him, he wouldn’t act so pathetic.
Those who are willing to leave on their own accord.
“I know what I’m doing,” the boy said, holding the man’s face and pressing his lips to it with a touch of eagerness. His voice trembled slightly. “Let me help you, okay?”
“Uncle.”
The man only felt like a tendon in his head had snapped. His men unconsciously tightened their grip.
Those deep-set eyes looked over.
“In a raspy voice, he said, ‘You said that yourself.'”