Chapter 15 Chapter fifteen

May 22, 1893 Jiaqi puts ointment from France on the contraceptive device.The day before her husband came back, she went to a very hidden little pharmacy near Piccadilly Circus and bought them.The ointment was said to greatly reduce the vigor of male semen, and the remnants that escaped the drug's effects were stopped by contraceptive devices. With the contraceptive in place, she puts on the blue pajamas she dug out from the bottom of the suitcase.When she bought it back then, the proprietress in Paris winked and said: "It's very special."The reason is that the design of the neckline is different. This one not only digs low to the bottom of the chest, but also lifts it up deliberately, so that the breasts are naked and presented to men, allowing them to enjoy them as much as they like.

The proprietress put in a lavender sachet when packing, and now the silk is full of that smell.It was bought many years ago, when she was still trying to get Condon back.She couldn't remember why it wasn't thrown away. It's a pity that the pajamas didn't feel alluring, but horribly absurd.But she had to do her best and do something.She put on her nightgown and left the locker room, praying for the courage she had found to last her through the humiliation of the night. Croyce slept in a basket beside her bed.She knelt down and stroked its head, stroking its soft fur.The door to Condon's bedroom opened and he walked in.

He was barefoot, but otherwise dressed as if he had just returned from an appointment in the city.Her heart skipped a beat, probably because he was as handsome as an avenging angel, and also because he was her first love.The bitter voice in her heart added: because you can't have him. She stood up slowly and tightened the belt of her nightgown.Lord Tremais, why do you come to my abyss of crime? I have dinner with your mother.He put a book on the dresser.She asked me to hand over the book. She didn't even read the book.This matter should wait until tomorrow, right? The corner of his mouth twitched, and she thought back to his old smile, the time before everything fell apart.At that time, she often teased him, saying that he was too fond of laughing, that although he was of such a noble blood, he didn't have the cold air of pursing his lips.You can wait, but I'm coming anyway

He had clearly expressed his disgust and disgust more than once, and she couldn't believe her ears.Didn't you say you couldn't stand sleeping with me? I don't think I have the right to hinder your expectation of the future, that glorious happiness. She should have breathed a sigh of relief, she should have jumped and somersaulted with joy, after all she had been pushing since day one.But she suddenly felt a burst of annoyance and pain in her heart.She couldn't bear it, she couldn't bear Ling Wan being touched by him.She really wanted to step back and widen the distance between the two of them, but she finally restrained herself.

It's surprising you didn't throw up just thinking about it. I have buckets in my room.He said.I may rush back to my room right after it's over, please forgive me.Ok, can we start now? Only then did she remember that she was wearing very special pajamas, but it was too late.She didn't want him to see it.The light switch is behind you. He shook his head.I was afraid of accidentally stepping on Croyce, and I didn't want to look for the door in the dark.At best I would stop him to look at the clock.three minutes. three minutes.Have they gotten to this point?Memories of the wedding night came flooding back involuntarily.He fanned her lust with such patience, caressed her with such delicate movements that she literally trembled from the need.

He suddenly came in front of her, and the distance between them was almost a hair.He holds her belt. don't want!She grabs his wrist.unnecessary. His eyes were so indifferent that she felt as unattractive as sawdust.Don't worry too much.Seeing boobs and ass can speed things up. I'll go to the locker room first, then When he pulled it, the belt came loose, and the front of her nightgown opened, revealing the pajamas she had put on impulsively. If she was as brazen as he thought, she would puff her chest out and look him in the eyes.But all she could think of was the countless evenings in Paris in the chilly spring, when she threw herself into his arms, wearing the same seductive sensuality of lace or satin.The last time, when he dragged her out of the dilapidated attic and threw the coat on her, he said something.You look like a cheap whore.She still came to the door again, but saw him open the door to let in a beautiful and charming beauty.Standing at the corner of the stairs below his door, she felt as if he was banging her head against the wall.

He closed her skirt with slow movements, almost tender, but there was no tenderness in his eyes.You think this will change my mind. She shrugged, retrieving some of her sharp tongue.No.But I would do anything to marry Ferdi. He suddenly reached out and lifted her up.She let out an exclamation, but he had already put her down again, with her back leaning against the bed.He leaned over, every inch of his body was against her.Hot as lava, she suddenly felt his stiff majesty pressing against her. He lowered his head and approached, as if smelling her scent.Her heart was beating so hard that it hurt.She almost jumped up when his breath blew past her ears.Poor Lord Frederick.What a crime he has done.I fell in love with you.

She felt him unbutton his trousers.He pushed her nightgown from under the belt and lifted her shirt without touching her skin at all.The sensation of his stretching touching her bare belly was even more shocking.He burns like fire. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, but she couldn't keep her senses from being aroused.He entered so smoothly that she couldn't help but feel ashamed, the slow, deep thrusts that made her grip her nightgown tightly, and with each pleasure, the sadness in her heart pierced deeper. His breathing became disordered, his hands gripped her hips, her lower body suddenly stopped, and she knew he had let go.He backed out, and fifteen seconds later, the man had left.She opened her eyes and saw him stooping over the sleeping Croyce, stroking the old dog's ears, and then making his way to the door, which opened and closed very softly.

She looks at the clock.Three minutes, no more and no less. Sure enough, they have reached this point.