Three Kingdoms: Madam, I am a decent person

Chapter 125 Zhang Sui: The Purpose of Cheongsam

Zhang Sui is getting dressed.

Seeing his wife staring at his butt, Zhang Sui patted his own butt and said with a lewd smile: "It's meaty, do you like it?"

The lady then blushed and scolded with a smile: "You really have no manners at all."

"You are alone with your partner, and you are not ashamed!"

Zhang Sui raised his eyebrows and said, "If I were shy, how could I fuck you?"

The lady bit her red lips and covered her head with the quilt.

There's nothing I can say about this man.

You can say any dirty words!
Seeing that his wife ignored him and was still hiding under the quilt, Zhang Sui hummed a little tune comfortably.

After putting on his clothes, Zhang Sui quickly left.

The lady then stuck her head out from under the quilt and chuckled.

How could I have given in to such a vile thing?

On weekdays, he seems quite serious.

Why is it like this at a time like this?
Sure enough, all men are of the same character.

Then Zhang Sui quickly ran back to his room.

There is no one in the room.

The others were out walking.

Today is the third day of the lunar calendar. The madam asked the shopkeeper to distribute silk again, and they all have to go out to buy some good things for the third day of the lunar calendar.

Zhang Sui was not going out.

To him, three dynasties are not as fragrant as his wife.

Taking out the stockings and cheongsam from under the pillow, Zhang then rushed back to the room where his wife slept.

The lady was lying on the bed, not yet asleep.

Seeing Zhang Sui running over excitedly, the lady wrapped the quilt tighter and said, "Do you still want to come? In the evening, okay? I'm really tired today."

Zhang Sui kissed his wife on the nose with some distress and said, "What are you thinking? I don't think so. If you think so, just say it directly. You keep shirking my responsibility."

The lady didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, then I want to, but you don't."

Zhang Sui said hurriedly: "Of course I want to, isn't this just to show my sympathy for you? Otherwise, I will come right now."

The lady shook her head, lay down and said, "I really need to rest."

Zhang then placed the cheongsam and stockings at her feet, then quickly stripped himself and lay down beside her.

The lady rested her head on his chest, looked at the foot of the bed curiously and asked, "What did you take? Why are you so mysterious?"

Zhang Sui hugged his wife tightly and said, "Go to sleep first, I'll tell you when you wake up."

The lady became curious and got up and said, "Let's take a look first. I can't sleep without it. I haven't received any gifts from men in these years."

Seeing his wife was in high spirits, Zhang Sui proudly stood up and said, "You said that yourself. I didn't force you to do that!"

Zhang then picked up the white stockings and demonstrated to his wife, "Put this on. This is called stockings."

The lady stretched out her plump and slender thighs and put on the stockings, and asked curiously: "These are called stockings? What are they used for?"

"It feels so thin and can't keep me warm."

Zhang Sui looked at his wife's thighs wearing stockings, licked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Put them on first, and I'll tell you when you're done."

lady:"."

What's so mysterious about this thing?

Zhang Sui watched his wife put on her stockings, then quickly picked up the red cheongsam and motioned for her to put it on.

The lady put on a cheongsam.

Zhang Sui looked at his wife standing on the bed, with her long black hair loose and a red cheongsam on her body, showing off her plump and slender figure.

Zhang Sui just felt dry mouth and tongue.

Madam is truly a stunning beauty.

This kind of woman was prettier than many highly photoshopped beauties he had seen on the Internet before he traveled through time.

Zhang Sui suppressed his excitement, took his wife's hand and walked down from the bed, and said in a trembling voice: "Come on, Tan'er, take a step and walk around."

Madam took steps under Zhang Sui's burning gaze. As she walked, she also looked at herself and asked, "Why are you so excited?"

"This dress feels weird." "Is it made of silk?"

"Very thin."

"Also, the right side is cracked at waist level."

"If I wear this outside, I will definitely be scolded to death."

“It feels obscene.”

"The stockings she's wearing underneath are also weird."

"I haven't seen pants like this before."

"What's the difference between wearing these stockings and not wearing them?"

“You can see the skin underneath at a glance.”

"Where did you get this?"

"Could it be that a prostitute in the brothel gave it to you?"

The lady stopped and looked at Zhang Sui, a sinister look flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Sui's heart was in his throat as he watched his wife moving around.

A pair of plump long legs under the stockings.

The rhythm of perfect curves under this red cheongsam.

Zhang Sui took a few quick steps forward, picked up his wife, threw her on the bed, tore open her cheongsam, and kissed her.

The lady exclaimed, "Are you crazy? The gift you just gave me!"

(Ten thousand words omitted here).

Three quarters of an hour later, looking at his wife with her back to him, snoring softly, Zhang Sui contentedly shifted his gaze from the ceiling to the torn stockings and red cheongsam under the bed.

He now understood why the hero in a spy movie he had watched before traveling through time was so keen on tearing off long skirts and stockings.

There is a different kind of excitement in it.

Seeing his wife with her back to him and snoring softly, Zhang Sui moved closer and hugged her from behind.

The lady leaned her head towards him.

Zhang Sui kissed her pretty face, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of them slept until dusk, when the shopkeeper sent a maid to call for help.

The lady then woke up.

Looking at the shredded cheongsam and stockings on the ground, the lady glared at Zhang Sui and said, "What a waste!"

Zhang Sui sat at the head of the bed, quietly watching his wife bend down and pick up the clothes, and smiled: "It's not a waste. I feel that this thing is originally used to adjust the interest between husband and wife."

The lady glared at Zhang Sui and said, "You are so young, where did you learn this? Don't go to a brothel, otherwise -"

Zhang Sui grinned and said, "I'd be crazy to go there! A woman as good as Tan'er is ten thousand times more fragrant than those prostitutes."

The lady snorted and said, "When I am old and ugly, I will see if you will still say that."

After carefully hiding the cheongsam and the pieces of stockings in the package, the lady was about to put on her clothes, but she saw Zhang Sui staring at her.

The lady's face flushed red as she put on her clothes, scolding with a smile: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and put on your clothes!"

Zhang Sui then got up and asked as he put on his clothes, "How many days will you stay here?"

The lady said, "I will go back tomorrow."

"I'm worried about the kids at home."

"Mi'er was going to come this time, but she caught a cold and couldn't come."

"It just so happens that I wanted to ask you about that, so I came here."

"If you really like Mi'er, I will castrate you!"

"Mi'er won't like you either."

"Mi'er doesn't like you, a pervert."

Zhang Sui quickly put on his clothes, bit his wife's earlobe and said, "It's okay, it's better if she doesn't like me. I'm her father, how can she like me?"

Madam let Zhang Sui bite her earlobe for a while before she said, "Well, but you can't despise her. In the future, the Zhen family needs you and Mi'er to work together to survive."

"Even if Yan'er is appointed as the Quliangling Lord, he can't support the Zhen family."

(End of this chapter)