MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 12

That day, Meng Huan showed up at Lin Bozhou's bed with this **** book.

Ordinary couples don’t look at the **** pictures, thinking that the lowly prostitutes in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion circulate them, and the price of **** pictures is too high for poor people to buy—unless they want to please people and play tricks, how can ordinary people use them?

Reminiscent of the letter from outsiders to Meng Huan: he tried to seduce him with his looks, which seems to be another piece of evidence.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, watching Meng Huan's every move.

Meng Huan's eye sockets gradually widened as he stared at the **** picture, as if he couldn't believe that he was discovered so soon, but then he admitted lazily.

"Um."

The ending sound is very obedient: "I brought it."

"What are you bringing?"

"..." Meng Huan hesitated for a while, not daring to say that he was afraid of being stabbed to death by his "murder weapon", so he said, "As the wife of the prince, it is what a concubine should do to study the love of bed with the prince."

As he spoke, Meng Huan bowed his head and blushed, looking extremely shy.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and pondered briefly.

In front of him, Meng Huan should do one bite at a time, looking very well-behaved.

—But that’s not what was said in the assassination letter tonight.

"Really?" Lin Bozhou responded, and pushed the **** palace in front of him along the Huatou, with a little bewilderment in his expression, "What did the lady learn?"

Inexplicably, he was very interested in what Meng Huan said next.

Lin Bozhou's connotative words made Meng Huan's scalp tingle, making him even more certain that he would occupy himself sooner or later. In order to minimize the damage, Meng Huan took out the roll of paper in his sleeve: "My lord, do you want to see this?"

"What's this?"

"The concubine wanted the prince to know when she was sleeping." Meng Huan blushed.

The atmosphere became a little delicate.

Inside the scroll was a beginner's **** pose. Meng Huan worried about wasting rice paper, so he used yellow manuscript paper. At this time, the paper was tightly wrapped. If you had learned the idiom "seeing the poor with a dagger" and then contacted the secret letter Meng Huan had just received, it would be easy to suspect that there was a knife hidden inside.

Lin Bozhou didn't look at the painting immediately, but raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened, thinking of something, "I heard that you were scared to throw up when you killed a chicken just now?"

"?"

Unexpectedly, he changed the subject suddenly, and the topic was still so embarrassing, Meng Huan's lips twitched: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," Lin Bozhou smiled, "I just think it's a little cute."

"..."

It's a joke! It's a joke!

Meng Huan muttered inwardly, with a slightly dissatisfied expression on his face.

Lin Bozhou didn't continue to be unkind: "Open the picture book king and have a look."

"oh."

Meng Huan unfolded the color map he drew.

Meng Huan didn't have many friends when he was in the orphanage. At that time, he liked to read comic books. When he grew up a little, he started to draw by himself. After going to college, he relied on this to earn tuition and living expenses, and drew a lot of people and pictures.

Therefore, he is very experienced in drawing pictures, and can outline specific poses with a few simple strokes. The color map in front of me is like a cartoon storyboard, appearing in front of me one by one.

With her hips on her hips, Meng Huan flattered herself and waited for the compliment: "What do you think, my lord?"

Lin Bozhou looked down, and his lips and teeth were grinding lightly: "Is it also a **** palace?"

"Of course, but it's more detailed and specific than that book, and it also draws the specific steps of the couple's intercourse. The prince must read it carefully, and must learn these steps—"

Meng Huan was thinking about it.

Learned, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood.

Although the **** pictures are in black and white, the lines are hotter and more unrestrained. The figure of the person being held down is similar to Meng Huan's, covering his face with one hand, with an unbearable appearance of gritting his teeth.

Compared with **** paintings without micro-expressions, obviously emotional paintings are more exciting.

Not to mention bringing the original **** palace, but also painting a new one, it is hard not to make people think that he deliberately used this to seduce.

Lin Bozhou withdrew his gaze from the **** pictures, and looked down at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan's face was full of worry: "Can the prince understand it?"

Lin Bozhou Bozhou's brows were deep in thought, and there was a little dim light under his eyes. After a while, he smiled: "I really don't understand it. It would be better if Huanhuan could explain it. Come on, sit down."

Meng Huan blushed. The current scene of the two of them is very similar to a new couple who tasted the forbidden fruit. After finding a movie, they closed the doors and windows and watched it secretly together, trying it secretly.

Lin Bozhou moved the lamp to the front of the screen, very interested: "What is this doing?"

Meng Huan followed his gaze and saw the two hugging each other, mouth to mouth: "...they are kissing, this is the foreplay of intercourse, it can make the subsequent behavior more logical."

"Kiss?" Lin Bozhou thought about it, and then his eyes fell on Meng Huan's lips thoughtfully.

The moment their eyes met, Meng Huan's back felt hot, his scalp began to tingle, and he vaguely realized something.

Lin Bozhou leaned over, and the shadow under him suddenly fell in front of him. He reached out and tapped Meng Huan's lips lightly: "Is it here?"

Cold fingertips, slightly hot touch.

The husband and wife talked in a low voice, his voice was very low, with a little air.

Meng Huan's spine was stiff, and he nodded: "Yeah."

"What's it like to kiss?" Lin Bozhou seemed completely ignorant of love, his eyes were dark like predators, and his fingers rubbed against his lips repeatedly, trying to get a definite answer.

Meng Huan's face turned red immediately: "...Itches."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou seemed to want to hear him say it again.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "It's itchy..."

Enduring the rubbing of his fingertips, Meng Huan's face flushed, and his lips gradually turned red.

"What else is there besides itching? Is it just itching?" The cool fingers, as if teasing, lingered on his lips with tenacity.

Until Meng Huan lowered his eyes, as if he couldn't help but grit his teeth, his eyelids began to turn red.

Lin Bozhou smiled softly: "Are you uncomfortable? Then stop touching." He withdrew his fingers happily, and the first round was over.

As if being pardoned, Meng Huan exhaled heavily, touched his hot lips, and saw Lin Bozhou recheck the drawing paper, and clicked on the next page of the picture just now.

"What is this page doing again?"

"..."

Step by step, the action becomes more intimate and unrestrained.

Meng Huan's voice stumbled: "Yes, I'm biting my neck."

"Bite the neck?" Lin Bozhou frowned, his voice puzzled, "But why did I see him sticking out his tongue?"

Meng Huan: "..."

He said to himself, old virgins are really annoying.

He was a bit shy at first, and didn't want to say explicit words, but Lin Bozhou seemed to be determined not to give up until he couldn't hear that word.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "Almost."

Lin Bozhou: "What's the same?"

"..." Meng Huan conceded defeat, "Lick, lick, okay?"

"Oh, it turned out to be licking. Huanhuan should be more precise when describing it next time," Lin Bozhou politely suggested, "If I don't make it clear, I'm afraid I won't know how to do it when the time comes. It really hurts you."

"..."

snort.

Meng Huan let out a muffled snort.

He always felt that Lin Bozhou was teasing him.

But Lin Bozhou's expression couldn't be discerned at all. He looked very much like a middle-aged man who was interested in love. In ancient times, being unmarried at twenty-six was indeed considered an advanced age. He put his finger on the paper and continued to turn to the next page.

After two rounds, Meng Huan was so ashamed that he watched eagerly. When he saw that Lin Bozhou pointed to the more explicit scene, his mind buzzed, and his blush quickly climbed up, his whole face was as red as ripe.

"This picture—"

Shou was attacked in his arms, his arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and his head was buried heavily. His legs were supported by Gong's hands, the **** of one hand sank into the gap, and an unknown liquid dripped from the other.

According to the order of kissing, touching, XX and XX, it is clear at a glance what the picture is doing now.

"..."

Meng Huan's mind exploded.

He was dizzy, his knees were weak, and he didn't understand why he, as the wife of the anonymous district, had to study face to face with people after drawing a picture. It was a day of social death.

Lin Bozhou really didn't understand this time: "Where is his finger?"

His answer was silence. Lin Bozhou looked up from the painting: "Why don't you talk?"

Meng Huan was full of embarrassment. He seemed to have experienced some crime, not only blushed, but his fingers began to tremble, he twisted his fingers nervously, and kept biting his lower lip.

Lin Bozhou looked at the center of his finger, raised his eyebrows, and understood why Meng Huan was embarrassed to say.

After thinking about it, the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably.

In the past, officials offered him beauties in order to bribe him. Not only were they beautiful and charming, they were also well versed in personnel affairs and knew the secrets of pleasing men in the room. They were Yangzhou lean horses carefully raised by the officials. At that time, the beauty got down from the carriage, and she looked so beautiful that the eyes of all the men in the house were straight.

It's just that Lin Bozhou gave the beauty to his subordinates and didn't take a look at it, so he wasn't very interested.

And he was very interested today, he wanted to see what kind of flowers Meng Huan could charm. But at present, let alone the skill of seducing men, Meng Huan's psychological construction has not even been done well.

...If you really touch him, there is a high probability that it will be a scene of blood and tears splashing.

"Ma'am is blushing like this, are you shy?" Lin Bozhou's fingers were cold, and when he attached them like snake letters, Meng Huan's fingers trembled and his back tensed.

Lin Bozhou could see all the small movements, and he slowly showed an inexplicable smile: "Madam seems to be very scared, is she unwilling to have **** with this king?"

Lin Bozhou was smiling, but Meng Huan's first reaction was that he wasn't smiling. Lin Bozhou's typical smile hides a knife. The more he smiles, the more frightening he feels, and the more he laughs, the more scalp-numbing.

Meng Huan thought, according to his violent temper, if he said he didn't want to, he would be more excited, right?

Meng Huan made up his mind: "It's not that I don't want to have sex, it's just that I'm a little shy and emotional."

"Emotional?"

Meng Huan took a deep breath: "Your Highness is distinguished, talented and beautiful, so many people are looking forward to having **** with His Highness but it's too late, and of course I am the same."

Meng Huan blinked, as if yearning for him deeply: "I have admired the prince for a long time, since I have the opportunity, I am willing to serve, and I will be a married couple with the prince for life and death. How could you be unwilling?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan broke her heart and made an extremely bold move.

"My lord, let this concubine take off your clothes for you."