242: Chapter 242 The screen is a Xuan-rank treasure.

Those thin heavenly silk exquisite socks... (Damn it, how can this even get flagged by the review? What's wrong with me writing about small feet?)

The pressure was applied perfectly, neither too light nor too heavy, just like hundreds of tiny, fuzzy ants crawling on the tip of one's heart, making one's bones feel completely soft.

Chen Shanzhi couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, looking down at this usually aloof Daughter of the Prime Minister.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the dignified, virtuous, cold, and elegant noble lady that Ouyang Wanqing usually displayed in front of others?

She lifted her chin slightly, half-closing her soul-stealing beautiful eyes, her pearly teeth gently biting her somewhat red and swollen delicate lips.

Between the ripples of her eyes, it was full of a flirtatiousness and provocation that Chen Shanzhi had never seen before.

White silk, jade feet, and that gaze carrying a hint of provocation and desire.

This scene had a lethality that was simply too great to be described in words.

"Is this what they call a contrast?"

Chen Shanzhi exclaimed internally, "Good grief."

One has to say, men are sometimes just cheap.

Especially when facing an arrogant Fairy who is usually pure and chaste, held in the palm of the hands by countless young talents.

When seeing her in private, in front of himself, actually able to let go so much, even actively using her jade feet to tease him.

That sense of conquest and stimulation surging from the deepest part of his heart could instantly burn a man's reason to nothing.

Those talented scholars in the capital who regarded Ouyang Wanqing as a goddess who could not be profaned from the outside.

If they saw this scene, they would likely have their eyeballs fall out on the spot, and go back so angry they would vomit three liters of blood.

Seeing Chen Shanzhi's somewhat dazed gaze and the action of continuously swallowing saliva.

A flash of extreme success, pride, and satisfaction instantly crossed Ouyang Wanqing's watery eyes.

Her proud nature was greatly pleased at this moment.

Suddenly, an extremely absurd thought that made her whole body tremble emerged in Ouyang Wanqing's heart.

So, being betrothed to the First Prince by the Emperor didn't seem like such a terrible thing after all.

Having this status as a fiancée, in front of this rogue, not only made him even more unable to stop.

Even she herself could obtain an ultimate pleasure from this taboo and stimulation that was unimaginable in daily life.

"Lucky you."

Ouyang Wanqing spat lightly, suddenly retracting her small feet, bringing with them a fragrant breeze.

She unhurriedly tidied up her slightly messy water-blue skirt hem.

One has to say, this woman's foundation is truly heaven-sent.

Even if she had just been tossed about to death in front of the desk, once dressed neatly and her collar adjusted.

That dignified and elegant temperament of the Daughter of the Prime Minister returned to her in an instant.

The two walked side by side, taking small, dainty steps, passing through the winding corridors all the way to a quiet side hall in the inner courtyard.

This place was where the unmarried women of the Prime Ministers Mansion specifically met male guests.

The room was built very spaciously, with thick Persian carpets on the floor and faint, calming incense burning in the corners.

And the most eye-catching thing in the whole room was the huge carved rosewood screen in the center.

The screen was inlaid with light misty gauze; through this layer of gauze, one could only vaguely see the general outline of the opposite room, unable to even distinguish the gender or height of the people.

This screen was no ordinary object, but a genuine Profound Rank Treasure Artifact.

It had only one effect: within the range of this room, it had a powerful effect of blocking Divine Sense.

Even a master of the Tongxuan Realm could not hope to spy on anything behind the screen with their Divine Sense.

The other side of the screen was the guest area, furnished with exquisite red sandalwood tea tables and several luxurious main seats, with the entrance door nearby.

And this side of the screen was the owner's private space.

Not only were there equally spacious and comfortable luxurious seats, but in the innermost corner, there was also a large luxurious bed covered with soft bedding.

After entering the room, Chen Shanzhi carelessly leaned back into the luxurious chair facing the screen.

Before he could speak, Ouyang Wanqing moved with lotus steps, her skirt swaying slightly.

She turned her delicate body, twisted her slender waist naturally, and sat directly into Chen Shanzhi's arms, her back pressed tightly against his broad and warm chest.

That amazing fullness and elasticity pressed firmly onto Chen Shanzhi's thighs.

"Mmm..."

Chen Shanzhi let out a muffled grunt, his large palm sliding along her slender waist with great tacit understanding.

It reached directly into the gap of her skirt, grasping that soul-stirring warmth.

Ouyang Wanqing's delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not struggle.

She turned her head slightly, and to the maid waiting outside the screen, she ordered in a cold voice that was pure and chaste, without a trace of worldly aura:

"Xiao Cui, go and invite the First Prince over."

"Yes, Young Miss, this servant will go right away."

Outside the door, the maid's respectful voice came, followed by the faint sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

Almost the moment she heard the maid leave.

The coldness in Ouyang Wanqing's autumn-water long eyes disintegrated completely in an instant.

She turned her head abruptly, her soft, boneless jade hands clutching Chen Shanzhi's waist tightly.

She pressed her own tender, dripping-red lips onto his, passionately and somewhat urgently!

"Mmm..."

Chen Shanzhi naturally wouldn't be polite; he wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her tightly into his embrace, and taking the initiative to crazily demand more.

The First Prince hadn't arrived yet, but this extremely special location and the huge danger of being caught at any moment.

Were like the most potent aphrodisiac, instantly reigniting the flames that had just died out in Ouyang Wanqing's body, with an even more violent posture!

Her whole person became somewhat dazed, her breathing heavy, not even caring about her usual reserve.

In the intervals of their intertwined lips and teeth, Ouyang Wanqing hurriedly stretched out her small hand.

She pulled open the ribbons of her water-blue dress, lifting the thin skirt and Dudou up to her waist all at once.

Then, she lowered her head, somewhat flustered yet with practiced movements, and pulled down half of Chen Shanzhi's trousers as well.

"You... slower... he's coming soon..."

She moaned softly, unable to bear it, but her body was very honest.

The two of them had long been perfectly in sync, so there was no need for any extra testing; the distance between them instantly became negative.

"Hiss—!"

Chen Shanzhi sucked in a breath of cold air.

The warmth between the two of them, combined with the threat of the First Prince being so close at hand.

Made every pore on his body open up completely at this moment, feeling so good that even his scalp was faintly tingling.