Since my mother's tragedy, Xian'er resents all those who betray emotions and intentions. She once made a wish that her future husband, the one I seek, should only love her, treating her wholeheartedly, never leaving or abandoning her for a lifetime." Qin Xian'er glanced at him, softly speaking.
"I see. This girl must have witnessed something extremely tragic in her childhood, leaving a shadow in her heart. Hence, she harbors such resentment towards others, especially any woman associated with Lin Wanrong, who becomes a target for her. Though her actions may seem domineering, they are heartfelt." Lin Wanrong remarked.
"I met the young master, and it was a past grudge. Life is short, and finding a true confidant is challenging. The encounter between Xian'er and the young master is a great destiny. I am just a woman, but I understand that while fate is predetermined, human actions determine much. Thus, I have set aside my shame and chosen to be by the young master's side. I hope the young master won't despise Xian'er's simplicity." Qin Xian'er expressed with infinite shyness.
Listening to the girl's confession was indeed a unique experience, especially from Qin Xian'er, an exceptional beauty, satisfying Lin Wanrong's vanity immensely.
He gently caressed Xian'er's hand and said, "Xian'er, from now on, let's be together, never parting, never abandoning, alright?"
Blushing, Qin Xian'er softly responded, "As you wish, it is also Xian'er's wish."
She was charmingly shy, and Lin Wanrong felt an itch in his heart. Damn, why resist the temptation when fate has brought us together? His hands gently moved over Xian'er's body, reaching beneath her delicate garment. Having shared her thoughts, Xian'er gradually opened her heart, witnessing his mischievous actions. She sighed inwardly but accepted her fate, realizing that giving herself to him now made little difference.
With this thought, she no longer resisted him. As he tenderly caressed her, her body felt fiery and soft, lips slightly parted, exhaling a fragrance like orchids. She whispered, "Please, cherish Xian'er, young master."
Hearing this gentle murmur, Lin Wanrong was overjoyed. She seemed to have consented. Pre-marital intimacy was indeed a great and honorable pursuit. He resolved to persist until the end.
With this intention, she no longer obstructed him. As he softly comforted her, her entire being felt warm and soft, lips slightly parted, whispering, "Please, be gentle, young master."
Lin Wanrong's heart surged with desire. "Let's not do it here," she pleaded, but Lin Wanrong, driven by passion, carried her back into the room, placing her on the neatly arranged wooden bed.
Xian'er's heart raced, eyes closed tightly. Lin Wanrong, skilled at undressing others, gently removed her loose gown. The sight made his nosebleed.
Xian'er's luscious hair spread across the bed. Her brows closed slightly, long lashes trembling, too shy to open her eyes. Her rosy lips, cherry-like points, hinted at her allure. The enticing curves of her body, snugly wrapped in the red undergarment, accentuated her full breasts and rounded hips, provoking desire. Her slender waist and smooth skin were flawless, a divine gift, making Lin Wanrong marvel at her perfection.
Despite the difficulty swallowing his saliva, Lin Wanrong's hands, now trembling slightly, released a sigh of relief, realizing he remained firm. "Goddamn, Xian'er is so stunningly beautiful. She gave herself to me willingly, so there's no turning back now."
Having such thoughts, he gently caressed her, moving towards her firm and tender **. Xian'er, having bared her heart, now sighed internally. "Let it be, let it be. I've pledged myself to him for a lifetime. Not leaving or abandoning, whether now or later, it makes no difference."
With this mindset, she no longer resisted him. Guided by his gentle touches, her entire body felt scorching, yielding, lips slightly parted, exhaling a fragrance like orchids. She whispered, "Please, cherish Xian'er..."
Hearing this soft murmur, Lin Wanrong was delighted. It seemed Xian'er had silently agreed. Marital intimacy before marriage was indeed a noble and honorable pursuit, and he was determined to see it through.
As he had such thoughts, he continued his actions. Caressing her slender and tender body, Xian'er's passion ignited. Clinging tightly to his waist, she pressed her plump chest against him, face adorned with a blush. The enticing lips spoke hesitantly, "Young master, not here..."
Lin Wanrong's desire flared up. Abandoning all restraint, he carried her back into the room, placing her on the neat wooden bed.
Xian'er's heart pounded wildly, eyes tightly shut, too scared to look at him. Lin Wanrong, leveraging his expertise, gently teased her. Pulling her voluminous gown down, just one glance was enough to make his nosebleed.
Xian'er's jet-black hair scattered on the bed, eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes quivering. She dared not open her eyes, her rosy nose and lips, coupled with her panting, were extremely seductive. Her slender neck was as white and elegant as snow, with bare arms resembling fresh lotus stems. Clad in a fiery red undergarment, it snugly hugged her ample chest and curvaceous hips. The heaving bosom, shy yet compelling, swelled and undulated like rolling waves. Even her two reddened points seemed about to pierce through. Her sleek and translucent **, tightly closed, were irresistibly alluring. Xian'er's delicate and full figure, flawless in every aspect, seemed like a divine gift from heaven.
Lin Wanrong, struggling to suppress his excitement, slightly trembling hands gradually uncovered Xian'er's fiery undergarment. The sight of her two crystal-clear white peaks, akin to unrestrained white rabbits, made his nosebleed uncontrollably.
Startled by Xian'er's exclamation, Lin Wanrong's heartbeat intensified. Although everything appeared tempting, he meticulously checked a certain part. To his relief, it remained firm and upright, and he let out a long sigh. Making a choice between one tree and a whole forest was now his dilemma. Originally, it was said not to sacrifice an entire forest for one tree, but Xian'er was an exceptional tree. Her figure was truly remarkable, and Lin Wanrong wouldn't give her up even if he died. One tree, two trees, a whole forest—Lin Wanrong wanted them all.
He entertained chaotic thoughts for a while, wondering, "Xian'er, can we break this curse?" Qin Xian'er shook her head with a smile.
Sighing, Lin Wanrong realized the complexity of the situation. Xian'er stated that if he had relations with other women, the curse would transfer to them, and she would control their life and death.
"What?" Lin Wanrong, his manhood still standing tall, was alarmed by this revelation. "Damn, what's going on now? At this critical moment, why bring up this curse thing?