Chapter 102: Night Talk in Bed

Rumble... Her face immediately turned red!

He hugged her tighter and leaned firmly over to gagged her lips. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info She felt his tough, possessive, uniquely masculine air that she might never want to admit, but she knew from the beginning that she never hated him.

She's just too scared, too scared to hand over control and lose everything. Not just her body, but her freedom, her will.

But when she began not to resist him, she opened her little mouth and kissed him softly back, letting his tongue enter and intertwine with her, she felt his kiss become delicate and tender, and she liked the feeling so much, before she realized it, she reached out and put her arms around his neck, closer to him.

That surprised Helan Qiyou, he didn't expect his stubborn wife to accept him like this, he was encouraged, his body turned over to Qingxuan, and his big palm touched her waist, wanting to untie her tie.

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan grabbed his hand, suspended him on the bed while he didn't spare his spiritual power, and then forced him to lie back on the side of the bed obediently.

Frustrated, he leaned on the pillow and whispered, but it didn't take long to see that whoever told him was planted in the woman's hand.

He turned sideways and looked at his beautiful wife with a flawed look, reclaiming his insolence and uninhibitedness.

"Lu'er, is it so good to me this time? Can't bear to throw me out of bed? ā€

Seeing his unbridled gaze, she realized that she was disheveled, and that the placket had been ripped open, revealing the lining of the chessel*. So she hurriedly pulled it up, which made Helan Qiyou feel very pity.

*Hezi - is a bandeau or underwear without straps, which was widely popular in the Tang Dynasty.

"I have something to tell you first!" She glared at him.

"Can you continue?" He lay down comfortably, his hands crossed under his head, looking relaxed.

Qingxuan's face was even redder, but fortunately, the room was already dark, and the two people in the bed barely saw each other by relying on the small lamp on duty at night in the corner of the bed.

However, Helan Qiyou's dark eyes were shining, and Qing Xuan suspected that his night vision was better and he could see more clearly than her.

"Hmm..."

She responded in a whisper that she could barely hear, but Qiyou immediately smiled with satisfaction, as cute as a child getting a candy or pastry.

He leaned over to her, reaching out to untie her already somewhat disheveled braids.

"I haven't started yet!" How could she still talk to him properly after being so disturbed by him.

"You say, I'm listening. I want to see your long hair fall out, I love it. "He's like a ruffian, but there's nothing he can do.

He looked at her intently, with a certain hunger in his eyes, thinking about how to dismantle her and eat her, but she wanted to talk to him.

"Where have you been today?" She asked him intently.

"The butler didn't tell you? I went to the dock. He didn't stop moving as he spoke, and finally untied all of her long hair.

It felt like the first time he saw her, her hair was torn off and her long hair was scattered, and he felt that she was as perfect as a fairy in the moonlight.

"Yes, but why did it take so long?"

Listening to his wife's careful questioning, Helan Qiyou suddenly felt extremely happy.

"Lu'er, are you waiting for me? Missed me? ā€

Qing Xuan was told the central matter, his face turned pale, and he pushed his hand away.

"I'm asking you, not you."

"A new ship is being built on the dock, and Gongsun and I have to supervise the work. Before the Chinese New Year, there are many things to be dealt with, and I have to meet with the altar owner and brothers of this Suzhou branch in the evening. ā€

Hearing these words, Qing Xuan's frowning brows let go slightly, he should have worked, but he left her and went out, and he didn't explain his whereabouts to her in person, and when he came home so late, she felt uncomfortable.