When Jiang Xuan looked at the screen in the inner room in a daze, Lu Qingrong's mouth was not idle.

I just heard her muttering back and forth about picking flowers, begonias and the like, not so much to Jiang Xuan, but more like talking to herself.

Jiang Xuan saw that she hadn't moved her chopsticks for a long time, and the wine glass in front of her had been empty for a long time, knowing that she was full.

Thinking about helping Lu Qingrong to the inner room first, and then calling the maid to come in and clean up.

Jiang Xuan carefully hugged her and stood up, slowly passed through the teak carved lotus screen from one side, came to the inner room, first put Lu Qingrong on the rosewood stepping bed, and sat firmly against the bed frame on the west side before turning around.

Softly called the maid to come in and clean up, and Jiang Xuanfu returned to the inner room.

But after such a while, Lu Qingrong was no longer sitting there honestly like just now, but lying on the bed with his upper body, his legs still hanging on the side of the bed.

Jiang Xuan walked closer and didn't rush to help her up.

Watching her half face pressed against the bed, her peach-like face being squeezed into a strange shape, where is there still half a point of dignity outside on weekdays.

But the more this happened, the more Jiang Xuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He was really tempted by his wife.

Even Jiang Xuan himself can realize that whenever he thinks of Lu Qingrong, he always magnifies her goodness unconsciously, and ignores her occasionally not so perfect.

After laughing self-deprecatingly for a while, Jiang Xuan once again made a movement that would definitely drop his jaw if he was seen by others.

I saw him half-squatting by the window, and he helped Lu Qingrong take off his shoes very gently.

Meanwhile. Lu Qingrong, who was lying motionless on the bed just now, sat up with a swish.

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan didn't have time to think about it. Directly attached to Lu Qingrong sat next to her, and hugged her into his arms.

Vaguely, the person in his arms was like a kitten, grunting, with a breath that seemed to be satisfied.

Seeing that she had no resistance to her touch, Jiang Xuan was happy in his heart.

Looking down, I saw the magnolia hosta on her head, now in the shadow of the small lamp in the inner room. It is very white and clear, and there is an indescribable contrast with Lu Qingrong.

Jiang Xuan couldn't help but poke his head over and sniffed it gently.

I knew it was just an object. But the scent of the snort can't be faked.

This refreshing taste, with a faint fragrance in the warmth, Jiang Xuan is very familiar with it, it belongs to the person in his arms. It's also your own......

As everyone knows. Jiang Xuan's subconscious action made Lu Qingrong unhappy again.

When he was in Wangyulou at noon, Jiang Huijuan had a similar action......

Lu Qingrong may not be able to remember other things so clearly, he can't forget this incident alone, especially today, all night is nothing more than talking about things related to this.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingrong stretched out his hand in a daze, intending to push Jiang Xuan away.

But she didn't have much strength. Faintly shot, it landed softly on Jiang Xuan's shoulder. It's like touching him.

This soft touch made Jiang Xuan's expression froze instantly.

When Lu Qingrong saw it, he thought that he was uncomfortable, especially the arrow wound on his shoulder, and he thought of it at this moment.

"Did it hurt you?" Lu Qingrong asked softly.

Hurt?

Where does this start......

Jiang Xuan looked back at Lu Qingrong with a smile, without saying a word, only shook his head.

Lu Qingrong didn't believe it.

With the strength of the wine, Lu Qingrong didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly raised his hand to reach Jiang Xuan's clothes* and fiddled with it.

After a long time, Jiang Xuan realized that she wanted to untie her clothes to check.

Even though Jiang Xuan saw through her thoughts, he would definitely have to endure the explanation.

He's not one to go against his luck.

It's just that after a while, until Jiang Xuan waited a little anxiously, Lu Qingrong hadn't even been able to undo a button.

Lu Qingrong didn't give up, and still worked hard.

Seeing that Jiang Xuan was about to lose his hold, Lu Qingrong finally succeeded in untying his neckline.

The rest is much easier.

Not long after, Jiang Xuan's azure straight jacket was taken off by Lu Qingrong, followed by the middle coat inside......

When Jiang Xuan's upper body was displayed in front of him without an inch, Lu Qingrong's eyes did not dodge at all.

This made Jiang Xuan sigh that the effect of this wine on Lu Qingrong was really extraordinary.

Lu Qingrong's gaze first swept around Jiang Xuan's body unscrupulously, and soon focused his gaze on the round scar on his shoulder.

Jiang Xuan was stared at by her, only to feel that the place where the scar was located had been seen by her as extremely hot.

didn't think about it, followed by those apricot eyes, Lu Qingrong's hand also covered it.

This was followed by a gentle stroke, accompanied by her obviously very distressed expression.

However, this was not the most devastating move for Jiang Xuan.

After a long period of friction, Lu Qingrong kissed the place gently, almost directly causing all of Jiang Xuan's control to come to naught.

The most terrible thing is the consistent serious expression on Lu Qingrong's face.

She's not teasing.

In doing so, there is not a trace of frivolity.

What she saw in her eyes was full of preciousness.

Of course, all this, in Jiang Xuan's eyes, can never be the only one.

Jiang Xuan endured the throbbing in his heart, and after a long time, he barely adjusted his calmer breath and said, "At this moment, it's my turn, right?" ”

When Lu Qingrong heard this, he looked up at him, his eyes blinked, his eyelashes flickered in front of Jiang Xuan, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "What? ”

"What you said on the way back, forget now?" Jiang Xuan reminded her with a smile.

Lu Qingrong's brain is now chaotic like a pot of porridge, and after a night of stubbornness, it would be strange if he could still think of anything at this time.

In the end, it was Jiang Xuan who stared at her right arm for a moment before Lu Qingrong suddenly realized.

"They all say that my injuries are already healed, but you don't believe it." While Lu Qingrong spoke, he kept tilting his head and looking directly into Jiang Xuan's eyes, "Don't believe you!" ”

Lu Qingrong took the initiative to stretch out his right arm in front of Jiang Xuan's eyes.

"What do you look through your clothes?" Jiang Xuan pretended to be serious and said.

Lu Qingrong withdrew his arm and replied with an extremely natural expression: "Then take off your clothes and look at it again, just like you just did!" ”

After speaking, Lu Qingrong sat there with a different expression.

Her meaning is obvious, just now she checked Jiang Xuan's shoulder, it was her own hand, and now he wants to check, there is no reason to let herself come, right?

This line of thought, when he thought about it again the next day, Lu Qingrong only had the thought of quitting drinking.

And at this moment, she only felt that this idea couldn't be more reasonable. (To be continued......)