Ning Che watched the woman beside her breathe slightly, and she had fallen asleep, so she reluctantly let go of her thin white hand.

Her hand, with a slender skeleton, was thinly wrapped with a layer of tender meat, and then wrapped with a layer of fair and tender skin, soft as white cotton, smooth as brocade, without a single flaw, and it was impossible to see that it was a bare hand that could stun a monster.

Without spiritual power, splitting people with the palm wind, what kind of physical skill is honed by will?

Ning Che gently stroked the little face that was sleeping like a child, like a quiet woman, why did she always hang the arrogance and evil charm of the retreat when she woke up?

It doesn't matter if it's cold and glamorous, or ethereal and quiet, he likes it to death.

Her fair chin had two red finger prints, which were his.

For a moment, he really wanted to put his mark on her and declare his sovereignty over her.

This thought was only a fleeting thought, this woman was so clever and violent, and eclectic, that if he moved her at will, he expected that he would wait for him to heal her little aunt, and if he did not slap him with one hand, he would die of old age.

He didn't want to be a lonely person like a snowstorm. In the Tanglin Kingdom, it is enough to have a single shadow of flowers and snowstorms for more than ten years, and there is really no need to add another one.

Yun Lingxiao's eyebrows are accustomed to a faint slight wrinkle, which is caused by her difficulty sleeping peacefully at night.

Ning Che couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroked the slight lines on her eyebrows, as if he wanted to erase all irritability for her.

The obedient and disobedient girl, the prescription she gave her earlier must be useless. It's so hard to sleep, without medical conditioning, you can only borrow wine to sleep, but the wine is not good, and you become a fox with wine.

In the future, it is necessary to be optimistic.

Ning Che gently pulled the brocade quilt to cover her, then turned over and collapsed, and casually carried a white brocade cloak hanging on the screen and walked to the book table.

There is a Taishi chair next to the book table.

The beauty sleeps on the couch and can't move, but she can only lie down on the Taishi chair alone, what a sin!

Ning Che's mind suddenly came up with the words that his father scolded him in the demolished ancestral temple that day, "Bastard, in the future, the ancestor will definitely let people accept you." ”

Ning Che sighed slightly, he really let his father and emperor say yes, the ancestor sent someone to collect him and took away his soul!

The moon was shining outside the window, and the streamer was like practice, but it couldn't keep a trace of his gaze, and it all fell on the woman who collapsed.

The bright moon was not as beautiful as her slight breathing.

Ning Che helplessly pulled the white brocade cloak hat to cover his head.

It's over, Ning Che, you're hopeless! let you demolish the ancestral temple, you were punished by God, you ran to get out of the marriage, and let the family live in your heart.

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The next day, when Yun Lingxiao woke up, it was already the time of the sun.

The side was empty, a night robe was intact, and there was an extra white cloak on the Taishi chair that was empty when he came last night.

The hooligans of the Ning family are not hungry and thirsty.

Yun Lingxiao subconsciously got up, sat up from the collapse, and watched the brocade quilt slip on his lap, stunned.

Shake the linxiang cartilage and dissolve?

Yun Lingxiao smacked his mouth, the tip of his pink tongue swept over his lips, faintly, there was a smell of leaves that covered the sky.

When I lifted the quilt and came down from the collapse, I vaguely smelled an appetizing aroma.

There was a small stove on the round ebony table in the room, and a small clay pot was simmering with charcoal, and the aroma wafted from the small clay pot.

Yun Lingxiao subconsciously licked his pink lips.

Ning Che, who was leaning against the door, looked at Yun Lingxiao, who got up from the collapse, stretched his waist for a long time, his two slender arms were like phoenix feathers spreading, his delicate figure stood up proudly, and his beautiful head gently circled around his long neck, comfortably opening his muscles and bones.

There is no usual indifference and irritability on his face, and he is satisfied when he wakes up from a sound sleep.

The tip of the nose is high, smelling the fragrance in the crockpot, the nose wings are like butterfly wings moving slightly, and the pink tongue licks the lips, like the white jade fox beast that has just woken up is about to eat, which is extremely cute.

"I'm hungry, come and get something to eat."

Ning Che walked to the table, put a small bowl of rice porridge on the table, and said softly.

Yun Lingxiao was not polite, turned over and collapsed, stepped on a pair of shoes indiscriminately, arrived at the table in a few steps, smelled the tempting aroma, lifted the kettle with one hand, and poured a mouthful of water directly into his mouth.

In front of Ning Che, he raised his head and gurgled a few bubbles, and spit out the water into a teacup, before picking up the small bowl and sending the rice porridge into his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Yun Lingxiao's words, obviously have no manners, but inexplicably, Ning Che just likes it, and even thinks it's very cute, watching her send something to Sakura's lips one by one, eating with relish, and her heart is very satisfied, wanting to stop time indefinitely at this moment.

"What did you put in the porridge?" Yun Lingxiao licked the bottom of the bowl with the tip of his tongue, tilted his head and asked Ning Che.

Oh, the mouth is quite awkward, and he eats the contents of it, which is bloody. These nourishing medicines may not be rare for this little rich woman, but they can be regarded as treasures for him in the Tanglin Kingdom.

"Poison." Ning Che took the bowl that Yun Lingxiao was licking the bottom of, gave her a small bowl, and said arrogantly.

Poison? A light smile quietly appeared on the corner of Yun Lingxiao's mouth.

Such nourishing poisons can be more numerous.

Yun Lingxiao took the bowl handed over by Ning Che and sent it to his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

She hadn't eaten such rice porridge for a long time, which was both nourishing and delicious.

Miao's food is also very delicious, but Yun Lingxiao is too utilitarian, less nourishing, and eating is lazy.

Ning Che looked at Yun Lingxiao's shallow smile on his lips stained with rice porridge, and the heart ventricles were like a spring breeze passing through the heart lake, sparkling in the microwave, and he lost his mind for a while before he remembered the medicine fried in the small kitchen.

Her medicine, he was reluctant to fall off the prosthetic flowers, so he had to fry it himself.

The woman was poisonous, and he was deeply poisoned.

Ning Che got up lightly and went to the small kitchen to find out the fire of the decoction.

Yun Lingxiao's left hand clenched into a fist spread out, and an ice talisman was attached to her palm, and her left hand directly grabbed the hot crockpot, scraping the rice porridge at the bottom of the crockpot with a spoon, until the rice porridge at the bottom of the crockpot was scraped clean, and then she threw down the crockpot and spoon with satisfaction.

The bare hand grabbed the kettle and poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, rinsed his mouth, licked his lips, walked to the edge of the collapse, and waved the slugger in front of the collapse with his bare hand, and put the glow reflecting the glow grass on the square table into his own space.

Just about to flash people, I suddenly found that the shoes under my feet were swaying, and when I looked down, I saw that they were shoes that were several sizes larger.

Yun Lingxiao's face had a look of embarrassment, she was tempted by the aroma of rice porridge, and she was in a hurry for a while, stepping on the shoes of the Ning family's hooligans.

The soles of the soft brocade are very comfortable.

Yun Lingxiao raised his foot to glance at the fabric of his shoes.

The soft silk brocade of the ice silkworm in the South China Sea.

The South China Sea produces only a dozen or so ice silkworm soft silk brocade every year, which is used to make shoes, and it is really the style of the five princes of Tanglin Kingdom.

Yun Lingxiao threw off his wide shoes with both feet, changed into his little black shoes, flashed, and jumped out of the window like lightning.