Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun in a daze.

The man, who had always been full of energy, as if he could kill a tiger at any time, was now blue and black, and there was a new stubble on his chin.

Qiao Yuan stretched out his hand and touched it, pricking his hand painfully.

Rao didn't know what was going on in Qi Cun's heart at this moment, and he could see that he shouldn't be having a good time these days.

Qiao Yuan's heart was sour and swollen, and he wrapped his neck around his neck, his head against his fiery chest, and let the familiar breath wrap around him.

"You ...... "Why did you come, she was almost bullied."

Qi Cun couldn't wait for her to say anything at this moment, and eagerly gagged her lips, as if he wanted to integrate all the uneasiness of the past few days into this kiss.

Lips and teeth blend

Before Qiao Yuan could say anything, he was kissed by this kiss on his head and face.

The sound of the wind outside the house, the rustle of the leaves, and the sound of the fish's tails lapping on the waves in the lake all cover up this sound.

After a long time, Qi Cun finally withdrew, and put his head against the beauty to help her calm her breathing.

There were a few white marks scratched on the side of his sturdy neck, which Qiao Yuan really couldn't help but leave just now.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were red, and he bit on his shoulder, but his teeth were sore, and Qi Cun didn't frown.

How many times have you said that when anyone is as terrifying as his, she almost couldn't breathe just now.

Qi Cun looked at her like this, but laughed sullenly, and leaned into her ear to coax her.

After a long time, his little heart finally calmed down, and he lay limply on his shoulder.

Qi Cun held her waist, kissed her cheek, and asked her in a low voice about the past few days.

Qiao Yuan rubbed his neck socket, and was about to speak, when there was another noise by the window.

Before she could speak, she saw Qi Cun fly out of her sleeve with something, and the movement of a heavy object falling to the ground outside the window.

Qiao Yuan was startled, climbed out of bed and went to the window to see that there was a person lying below, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"He's dead?"

Qi Cun hugged her from behind, rubbing the white and tender neck, noncommittal.

"Climbing the girl's window late at night is not a good person." The man who had just climbed through the window was ashamed.

Qiao Yuan was speechless, as if he ...... Indeed it is.

Qi Cun rubbed her face, and his face was cold: "Who is this person?" “

If he hadn't been there, wouldn't this man have crawled in?

Qiao Yuan seemed to have found a backing, and his eyes were red and he complained: "It's Zhang Zuoling's son, he wants to bully me." “

She whispered about the afternoon.

A flash of coldness flashed in Qi Cun's eyes, and he felt that the person on the ground should not die so easily.

Qiao Yuan curled up in his arms, and although his voice was calm, his body trembled imperceptibly.

How could she not be afraid, for the first time facing the danger, there was a sharp hairpin hidden under the pillow.

After the fright, as if knowing that she was completely safe now, the little beauty began to be hypocritical.

Qiao Yuan scolded him with red eyes why he had to send her away, why did he come so late, did he hate her, she left by herself, and she would never be an eyesore in front of him in the future.

Of course, Qi Cun was so distressed that his liver was trembling, and he didn't care about the dozens of plans to deal with the Zhang family in his mind, so he hugged the frightened little wife tightly and patted her thin back to comfort her.

At night, his voice was low and penetrated into the ears of the little beauty, thin and dense, like a web to trap the beauty.

It seems that the noise here woke up Chanjuan in the cubicle: "What person?" “

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly pushed Qi Cun onto the inside of the bed, covered the quilt, and climbed up himself.

Qi Cun was sturdy, and the quilt was bulging with a big ball, Qiao Yuan had no choice but to put down the gauze curtain, clinging to him tightly, half-sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and pretending to have just woken up.

Chanjuan really came over, her expression tense: "What's the matter, is he here?" “

Qiao Yuan didn't know why he subconsciously wanted to hide Qi Cun, Chanjuan had long known about their relationship.

But now that everything is hidden, it seems even stranger for Qi Cun to come out of the bed at this time, so she can only continue with her stubbornness.

"No, no, it's my nightmare."

Speaking of the back, Qiao Yuan's voice trembled.

Chanjuan thought that she was scared by Zhang Li and had a nightmare, so she didn't take it to heart, and said with pity: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." “

Qiao Yuan was almost scared to cry, in order not to let Chanjuan see it, her range of movements could not be large, but she gave men a chance to take advantage of it.

The big hand easily waved away the barrier of the slender jade hand, and slowly slid up the calf.

The silk fabric is smooth and comfortable, wrapped in a milky jade skin, and it is impossible to tell which one is smoother for a while.

Chanjuan sighed and said: "This Zhang Li really doesn't do anything, he bullies the weak, if only God could accept him when will he take him." “

Qiao Yuan was frightened, and thought in a daze, as if someone had already accepted it.

The atmosphere of Daji is already more open than in the previous dynasty, and women wearing conical hats can be seen on the street from time to time, but the dress code of noble ladies is still quite demanding.

With an open chest like a barbarian, it seemed very immoral and shocking to the scholars and doctors.

The legs of the Daji woman have been tightly wrapped under the skirt since childhood, and it is not until the newlywed husband that the veil can be unveiled.

In the poems of many literati who lingered in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, if there is no faint picture of a jade leg, it will attract people's imagination infinitely.

Now, under the cover of the silk quilt, Qi Cun is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

The legs in the hands can be described as perfect, slender and well-proportioned, the flesh and bones are moist, covered with a layer of soft meat, and when you press it gently, the white tender flesh will overflow from the fingers.

The big hand held the soft leg meat, and the man's hand was rougher than Qiao Yuan's foot, it was like a species of two worlds.

The quilt was dim, but the legs were so white that they seemed to glow.

He unconsciously dropped a kiss on his calf, the soft flesh was slightly sunken, and the fiery lips were close to the slightly cool skin, arousing a slight tremble.

Qi Cun couldn't see clearly, so he quietly opened a little gap, and a glimmer of light leaked in.

Qiao Yuan noticed his movements, thinking that he felt stuffy in the quilt, and he didn't stop it.

Chanjuan sat on the embroidery pier, only a few steps away from the bed, Qiao Yuan trembled, concentrating on talking to her.

"I came to Sarebuku at the age of ten, and before that, I was also the pearl of my parents' palms."

Chanjuan lowered her head in a daze, and nostalgia appeared on her face.

She hadn't said these words to anyone for a long time, maybe it was because those clear eyes were too soft, Chanjuan suddenly put down her heart in front of Qiao Yuan.

"At that time, although the family was poor, the atmosphere was harmonious, my mother only gave birth to one daughter, and the family was never in a hurry."

She fell into her memory, and her usually glamorous facial features that made people feel aggressive suddenly softened.

Qiao Yuan couldn't help but grasp the corners of the quilt, and his pink toes curled up slightly, leaving a trace of wrinkles on the blanket.

On the white jade tree, a small red plum unconsciously bloomed, with a hint of crystal on it, and it was distributed in a disorderly and disorderly manner.

The beauty's skin is as cold and white as fresh snow, wrapped in the rising temperature, and gradually melting, and the beautiful pink slowly floats on the jade skin.

Qiao Yuan slowly realized that something was wrong in her heart, especially the big hands that moved up and down her legs, which always made her feel uneasy.

(End of chapter)