The senior sister pinched the cub's cheeks and got very close to Li Luohan.

Close enough that he could smell the faint scent of books on her body, and the smell of wine.

The night before, she and Master had really drunk too much.

His cheeks were red like that, like ripe apples.

Li Luohan's little heart pounced.

Suddenly, there was a "wow" sound.

Scared him aback.

It turned out that the senior sister's hand pinching her cheeks twisted, and she directly pinched the little cub and cried.

The little cub cried heartbreakingly.

She was giggling there.

Li Luohan: "......"

Qingyan: "......"

Lan Shen: "......"

Qingyan: Such a ruthless mother, don't admit it.

The body is stained with the blood of a strange beast, and Qingyan has to go back to wash up first.

Kong Qunmao recommended himself and offered to help her watch Wei Lai cook rice.

Li Luohan and Lan Shen took the cub to stay next to the mother beast and let the cub drink milk by himself.

Qingyan went to Congfeng's room first, and saw no one before returning to his room.

As soon as the door opened, it was as if my foot had stepped on something, and I looked down.

A crescent-colored robe on the ground.

Two boots staggering not far away.

Belts, kaftans, midicoats......

Look along the clothes on the floor and lead to the inner room.

There was the sound of rushing water.

Why do you bathe in her place, and there is no water in your house?

Walking towards the inner room, trying to drive people away, he heard the sound of water getting closer and closer, and his mouth became a little dry.

Looking down at the clothes on the ground, he won't take them all off.

Qingyan sighed and turned her head outside to pour water to drink.

I drank three glasses of water in a row, and suddenly found that the sound of water in the inner room had stopped.

She glanced back, remained silent, walked behind the bookcase and began to read.

After waiting for half an hour, he raised his head for the twelfth time, but still didn't see the people in the inner room come out.

Did you fall asleep?

The water must have been cold for so long.

Qingyan frowned, thinking that he still had injuries on his body, he didn't care if he was wearing it or not, so he directly opened the bead curtain and walked in.

The sound of the bead curtain shaking woke up the people in the barrel.

Looking up from the wind, a pair of eyes were red and wet, as if they had cried.

Qingyan's breath is stagnant.

The heart seems to have been torn apart.

It hurts terribly.

She rushed over and felt the coldness of his cheek.

"What's wrong? Is the wound painful? ”

Congfeng looked up at her in a daze, moved his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Qingyan didn't care what he wanted to say, his hand went directly into the water, found his wrist, and gave him a pulse.

This time, his pulse finally changed, no longer stable and powerful, but a little chaotic, as if there was a majestic force rushing in his body, ready to move.

Could it be a small bean sprout?

Nothing has happened in the last few days, why are the little bean sprouts starting to be restless again?

"Where is uncomfortable, speak." She put her hands on his head and commanded in a rough voice.

From the wind tilted her head, her cheek pressed against her hand, and rubbed it coquettishly.

A big man coquettish with her?

Qingyan deliberately kept a straight face, dragged the person up, and didn't care about the splash, grabbed the cloth on the side and wiped the water around his wound.

"The wound hasn't scabbed yet, what kind of water are you soaking!"

He was angry and didn't know how to cherish it, and his tone was subconsciously very fierce.

From the wind bowed his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Qingyan was angry, seeing that he was already so pitiful, he was reluctant to scold again.

Turning his gaze to find medicine, he realized that he was not wearing clothes.

Qingyan coughed lightly and turned his back to him.

"Hurry up and put it on."

She took out the medicine box, mixed it with the powder that would speed up the healing of the wound, and walked out of the wind.

"Where's the clothes?" I was wearing only a pair of pants.

But how can a big man's skin be so watery?

Pink and tender, I want to pinch.

The fingers that poured the powder couldn't help but rub it.

"I didn't take it." From the voice of the wind is hoarse, look up.

Facing his gaze, Qingyan only felt a trace of dry red crawling up to the root of his ear.

She looked again before stepping out.

As soon as he came out and saw a servant outside, he immediately turned back and closed the door.

Congfeng's house was next door to her, but the furnishings were far inferior to the room where she lived as an elder, and there was no inner and outer room.

She casually opened the cabinet, flipped through it twice, and suddenly saw a piece of red yarn.

This fabric shouldn't be in one of his men's closets.

Fingertips provoked to take a closer look, Qingyan hurriedly threw it away, and scolded angrily in his mouth, stinky boy!

She curled the corners of her mouth, packed all her clothes, and hugged them all.

Hey, hey, see how he explains.

The clothes in the cabinet were neatly stacked, but when she took it out like this, it became a mess.

From the wind, I saw that she came over with a large ball of clothes and threw it directly on the table, crying and laughing.

Can't you just take it properly?

"Take your pick." Qingyan deliberately put the red yarn on top.

Congfeng was not weak at all, and carefully folded the red yarn and put it aside, and then picked out the clothes to be worn.

Qingyan just sat next to him and watched him while drinking water.

Faded from the green, his body became leaner, his legs were straight and slender, and his abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing.

Alas, that's how men should be attractive.

How can she be as bad as her domineering mother-in-law, she has to stuff her with a centuries-old man.

Thinking of the cheap husband who had never met, Qingyan was very disgusted, especially under the backdrop of the white and tender beautiful man in front of her, no matter how old she was, she would be disgusted with meat and stuffed teeth, and she couldn't look down on it!

She's going to be like this, no matter how old she is!

Her eyes were not satisfied, and she had to reach out to touch it when she lay on the table.

The fingertips floated on the surface, and she could still feel the warmth, she wanted to touch it but was afraid of being discovered, so cautious, and suddenly a little bit of a stealing stimulus.

The waist was lightly touched, and she looked at her suspiciously.

"Huh?"

"Oh, there are mosquitoes."

She lied without blushing and panting.

"Thank you." He smiled lightly and continued to look for clothes.

Qingyan saw that he was so sluggish, and she was a little unscrupulous, but she had a lustful heart but no lust, she thought more and acted less, and she only touched it twice and planned to stop.

Just as she was about to put down her hand, Congfeng suddenly turned around with a piece of clothing, and his abdomen was just right against her palm.

"Is it okay to wear this?" He asked, holding up the clothes in his hand.

Qingyan frowned, is this kid a dead man?

Her hands were all on his stomach, and he didn't notice it?

"Whatever!" She pushed him away hard, turned her back to him, and slapped her hands secretly, as if she had something scary on her hands.

After clapping his hands and slapping his face.

Her face was so hot.

Be calm!

The wind hooked the corners of his mouth and slowly put on his clothes.

But the maid who was watching from afar outside the door was anxious.

How could the elder let the man stay in the boudoir at will, if this was spread, he would definitely be pointed at.

She looked at the gate of the courtyard vigilantly, for fear that someone else would come and see it.

Squeak –

The door suddenly opened from the outside.

The servant screamed out in fright, thinking that Congfeng hated herself, and quickly covered her mouth.

Hearing the cry, frowning from the wind.

It's better not to be some damn prince.

Qingyan walked to the door and looked around, "It's her." ”

"Who is he?" Walked from the wind too.

Oh, it turned out to be a female disciple of qin painting.

I don't even recognize him, how can he look like he recognizes?

Thinking that he was staring at other girls in the forbidden place, Qingyan's tone was sour, "Do you know her?" ”

"Hmm." From the wind casually, I went to look at the medicinal powder on the table.

I have a question in my heart, are these to be taken internally or externally?

She hid her red yarn privately, and she would definitely not let it go easily.

Thinking of the day before yesterday, she rudely fed buckwheat powder and almost choked him to death, staring at the big lump of medicinal powder, and sighed deeply.

He walked back suddenly, and Qingyan thought he was running away.

Pulling the clothes on his back, he asked viciously, "Why do you know her?"