The Defeated Dragon

This chapter is a reward for the "wrecked feathers".

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Soap is a standard for nobles, but the degree of attention is different. A noble aristocrat, such as Liszt, is inseparable from soap; an aristocrat who does not pay attention, whether or not soap does not care at all.

Gailta is obviously an innocent aristocrat, and he can judge from the fact that his hair is almost oily.

After accepting the flower soap, he just opened the box and looked at it. He asked his housekeeper to send the flower soap to the bathroom and then went hunting on horseback.

Time flies to the night.

Gaila did not return to the castle for dinner, and went to the Cavaliers to drink; his wife did not come back for dinner, both husband and wife were used to being chic outside. Until the moon rises, his wife withdraws from the communication of the noble ladies and yawns back to the castle.

"Is the master coming back?"

"The lord has not returned yet, ma'am."

"I know that I drink outside all day, forget it, Liya, go help me to take a bath." The lady complained, ordering a close-up maid to help her prepare the bath water.

After a while, she entered the bathroom.

But soon shouted again: "Liya, Liya, damn, my soap!"

Liya ran into the panic: "Mrs., the soap is in the wooden box on your left hand side." She said, holding a wooden box with black tulips, lifting it up, opening the lid, revealing the pink-red flower soap.

“When did you change the soap?” The lady frowned, revealing her anger in her tone.

She has become accustomed to the use of the rough surface, soap powder made of soap, the first time I saw this kind of soap, I feel uncomfortable.

The most important thing is to replace the items she likes without her permission.

Liya hurriedly explained: "It is the lord, the master received the new soap from the flower town today, and let it be replaced with this flower soap."

“Is the flower town sent?” The lady heard a glimpse of it, picked up the flowers and soap, and found a handsome face in the mind that made the woman swear. “The town of Baron Liszt, the young man, always likes it. Drumming something new... OK, go on."

Liya leaving the bathroom, a long sigh of relief.

In the tub, the steam of hot water lingered, holding the flower soap, the lady didn't know what to think, and her eyes gradually blurred. She dipped the flower soap into the water and began to apply it to her body. She only felt that the soap with rough friction was extremely lubricious, and it directly caused a lot of foam.

When a woman takes a shower, she likes foam.

She didn't feel her hand touching the skin of the flower soap. Her age had passed forty, her skin gradually relaxed, and her pores began to expand.

But at the moment, under the lubrication of the flower soap, it seems to have the delicateness of the baby.

Attracting her to constantly rub and rub on her skin, this feeling is extraordinarily wonderful, and the foam that is set up adds a lot of awkward atmosphere.

I don't know how many times I wiped it. She started to copy the water and washed it off.

Exposed clean skin.

The bathroom is lit with candles, the light is not too bright, but she can still see that her skin is more white than usual. Especially the clean texture is not reflected in the past, just like the previous use of soap, just wash the surface.

Now use the flower soap, but it is to clean the deepest part of the skin.

“It’s really refreshing like never before!” She held a small piece of flower soap, and the more she saw it, the more she liked it. “It’s much better than soap. I like this feeling.”

I used to take a shower half an hour ago.

This time, she asked the maid to add hot water twice and washed it for an hour.

When she washed her body and wringed her hair, she even felt the difference as a close-fitting maid in her pajamas: "Madam, you look like this tonight... a lot of young, really beautiful." The lady is not beautiful, this is not Say, but the lady's skin, when Liya touched it, she felt tight.

It used to be slack and it has become tight today.

The contrast is quite strong.

The lady is in a good mood: "It's amazing, isn't it, Liya, you can hardly believe that a piece of flower soap has made me feel my youth again."

"Is this flower soap really amazing?"

"Of course it's magical, like Liszt in the town of flowers, full of magic. Seafood, intermediate Warcraft, thorns, and scrambled eggs and egg soup, as well as a variety of bread. Like many nobles say In that case, the town of flowers is the place where the knights glory."

Liya followed her wife to the flower town and tasted the new food: “Flower Town is indeed a different place.”

After combing the hair, the lady touched her face and enjoyed the crystal bronze mirror for a while before she got up and left the bathroom.

She called to the housekeeper and told me: "Remember that when the master returns, let him bathe with flowers and soap."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Gailta came back very late, still drunk, took a shower under the wait of the manservant, and the servant used the flower soap for him according to his wife's account.

However, he did not have the patience to wash himself with a flower soap, but just rushed a few times and rushed to the water.

Entering the bedroom, I saw the lady holding a thick paper bill and checking the income of the town manor. He felt like he was a little embarrassed, and his old, ugly wife seemed to give him a radiant illusion tonight.

Shantou, the illusion is thrown out.

"Look again during the day, go to bed early." He lay down on the bed, reminding him, and then looking at his wife's arm, looking white and tender.

I didn’t hold back, I reached out and touched it.

In an instant, the original slack impression was replaced by the tight touch of the hand, which made him unable to make a strange "唔". The body seemed to touch, maybe the alcohol played a role, and it actually raised the long-lost sex. That hand, it will take advantage of the already climbing mountain peaks.

"I slept after reading... What happened?" Suddenly hit the chest, the lady was a little surprised, today is not the day of the tax that must be paid every month.

"Nothing." Gailta said nothing, his body did not stop, directly pressed his wife.

Despite the strangeness, the lady did not push her husband away, but instead threw away the thick paper and began to respond to Gailta's initiative. This kind of active scene, almost as time goes by, is almost rare.

After a few minutes.

Everything is calm.

Gailta turned over and lay in bed, too tired, a few mouthfuls of gasping, then fell asleep. Beside him, the lady was still sighing with a sigh of relief, covering her husband with a quilt, and then taking advantage of the unresolved aftermath, and drumming for a while, solving the sorrow and troubles.

After calming down, she touched the skin that she had become firm, and her mouth showed a smile: "There is always a flower soap in the bathroom."

Twist and blow out the candle.

She also covered the quilt and fell asleep.