He refused to let go of his grip on her, reaching out and holding her head to push her closer to him, he kissed harder, his lips and tongue repeatedly entangled and seduced, and he wanted her reaction. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But Qing Ling no longer resisted, closed her eyes and clenched her fists, letting him kiss and kiss, as if it was just a deal, and she exchanged this kiss for his promise.

How could this not teach him resentment? She looked down on him before she got married, and she did the same after she got married. She thought that sacrificing hue to give him some advantage would get what she wanted. But he doesn't need what others give him.

What he wants, he will get it in person, just like on the day of marriage, he would rather give his life and fight for life and death with Ao Zhun, and marry Qingxuan.

He stopped, let go of her, turned his mind a few times, and looked at her coldly, as if the heat just now never existed.

Only her red and swollen lips reminded her of how thoroughly he had kissed her just now. Seeing that he never moved again, Qingxuan caressed his aching lips and finally looked up and opened his eyes.

At this time, the sky was darkening faster, and the last faint light was already on the distant surface of the lake.

"Lu'er, you like me too, you must play this game with me? you want to trade with me, if I want your body to exchange, are you willing?" he asked himself if he had always been sincere to her, even if he conspired with his father to snatch her over, he was forced to do so. But she always wanted to calculate him, and she looked down on him, an ordinary person without a trace of spiritual power.

"You have become my wife, so you can't live a good life with me?" Although he said this sentence rudely, there was a sense of helplessness and pleading.

It's a pity that Qingxuan can't understand, and he can't understand that this is a show of weakness for him.

"Why? You're not the husband I wanted, you and your father tricked me into my dragon blood. I just don't like that you're forcing me to leave my country, I don't like you always thinking I know what I want, I don't like the whole bunch of women in your backyard! But that's okay because I don't like you at all!"

Qing Xuan said harshly, and he didn't show mercy when he counted him, and in an instant, it seemed to slap him in the face.

Helan Qiyou looked at her quietly for a while without answering, and did not try to fight back with more ugly words, which made Qingxuan indeed a little weak-hearted, but her toughness and pride did not allow her to admit her mistakes to him.

He looked at her for a moment, perhaps looking for a look on her face that might regret it, and as for whether he had found it, perhaps only he himself understood.

For a long time, until the sky was completely dark, the two finally did not talk again, the stars in the sky reflected the sky as bright as a sapphire at night, Helan Qiyou took Qingxuan back to the house without saying a word, and the cold atmosphere continued from the lake to the back of the East Garden.

A few days passed after that day, and the relationship between the two has not thawed.

Qinglin's hot spring bath has been completed, and it is located in the west corner of the lower level of the main building where she lives. A private bathhouse was built there, paved with all sorts of beautiful round stones, and the design was original and unique, beyond the usual architecture of the era. In addition to the small hot spring bath that can be bathed at any time, there is also a wooden shelf where clothes can be placed, and the yarn can also be used for changing clothes, and there is a stone tank next to it to hold a large plate of cold water, when the spring water is too hot and the body temperature rises too quickly, you can also use cold water to cool down, and one cold and one hot can also be used at the same time in the four seasons.

Qingxuan likes it very much, and will go there at least once a day.

She lived a peaceful life freely, as if she didn't have the heart to care about Helan Qiyou, except for Zixuan and Lu He, the maids who were on errand in her main pavilion gradually became worried.

They can't tell which situation is worse, a master who is not favored, or a master who does not want to be favored at all....