Qiao Yuan bit his lip, and the foot under the quilt groped and stepped on the hot chest, straightening a little bit, against his upper body and not letting him close.

Qi Cun's eyes deepened, circled the delicate ankle, and punishively left a tooth mark on the white toe.

The brocade quilt fabric is soft and smooth, minimizing friction, and no unwanted sound leaks out, silently covering up all unbearable.

Chanjuan came back to her senses from her memories, and suddenly saw Qiao Yuan's beautiful face covered with red glow, and the moisture accumulated in her peach blossom eyes seemed to be about to fall in the next moment.

Chanjuan said with concern: "Ah Yuan, what's wrong with you?" “

Qiao Yuan hesitated: "This house ...... It's too hot in this room. “

Barely caring that she would be discovered, she kicked the offending hand away.

It's a pity that it has been steamed by the heat for so long, and the tender white long legs have long been weak and weak, unable to protect the master, and the next moment they are held by the man and rubbed a few times in the crook of the delicate legs.

With a smile in his eyes, Qi Cun lowered his head and kissed a few bites, as if praising him for doing a good job.

Nishiki is silently embraced all this, not being noticed.

Chanjuan wondered, this room is okay, she doesn't feel hot.

She looked at Qiao Yuan leaning on the pillow weakly, his sideburns and hair wet and greasy on her pink cheeks, and a strange thought flashed through her mind.

This vivid and fragrant mood, even if a saint sees it, he can't hold it.

But Chanjuan only turned around in her head and quickly put it down.

She has been next door all the time, if Zhang Li came, she couldn't have not known, it wouldn't be another wild man sneaking in.

Chanjuan didn't take it to heart, and when she saw that Qiao Yuan was really hot, she suddenly stood up.

Qiao Yuan was startled and stiffened.

Unexpectedly, Chanjuan just turned around and came to the window: "If it's hot, I'll open the window for you." “

Qiao Yuan hummed weakly, and when she turned around, he quickly pulled the big restless hand out of his bedclothes and didn't let him move.

The soft body was all pressed on Qi Cun's body, and in the panic, Qiao Yuan's hand didn't know where it was pressed, and a muffled snort came from the futon.

The beauty looked nervous, she was about to cry, and she felt the protest of dissatisfaction under her, so she had to put her soft white little hand into it, and the futon finally calmed down.

She used to scold Zhang Li for being a brute who thinks with her lower body, but now it seems that compared to Qi Cun, she is not enough to see.

Bastard, if she is discovered, she will have no face.

Chanjuan helped her open the window and sat back down.

"I grew up carefree in front of my parents, and I never imagined that I would be where I am today." A bitterness flashed in her eyes.

"A woman is born beautiful, and if she does not have the ability to protect herself, it is sometimes a disaster."

Qiao Yuan is usually a little stupid, but she has an accurate perception of other people's kindness and malice, Chanjuan's gaze at her is always soft, and when she sees her like this at this moment, she can't help but speak.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. Your father and mother also look forward to spending time together as a family. Sister Chan, if you are really unhappy here, why don't you go to Beijing with me. “

Chanjuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled, and anyone could see that she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

"Yes, I will be reunited one day, thank you sister for your kindness. That's not necessary, I'll have my own place to go when it's time for this. “

What's going on here? Is there no need to be coerced by Zhang Zuoling?

Qiao Yuan was puzzled and was about to ask, but saw Chanjuan yawn.

She accompanied Qiao Yuan to wait so late, and now that Qi Cun is here, Zhang Li has also solved it, and she doesn't need to stay up here.

"Sister Chan, why don't you go back first, it's almost dawn, and Zhang Li shouldn't come."

Zhang Li was lying underneath, and Qiao Yuan was not weak at all when he said this.

Chanjuan hesitated.

Qiao Yuan persuaded her: "Cultivate your spirit first, and then you can deal with him tomorrow." “

Chanjuan was persuaded and stood up: "Okay, then I'll go back first." “

Qiao Yuan nodded, suddenly thought of something, and quickly climbed out of bed: "Wait, I'll go with ......" I'll go with you.

The dog man is still in the bed, and now he doesn't dare to do anything because he is afraid of outsiders present, and when Chanjuan leaves, she knows that there is nothing good with her toes.

Chanjuan turned around: "What?" “

She watched strangely as Qiao Yuan hurriedly climbed out of bed, just picked up her embroidered shoes, and suddenly stiffened.

Through the shield of the gauze curtain, a big hand stretched out from the brocade quilt and pinched it menacingly on the little beauty's waist, as if it felt very good, and rubbed it a few times.

Qiao Yuan said with difficulty, "It's nothing, I want to send you." “

Chanjuan smiled: "What's there to give here, although you feel hot, it's still a little cold at night, go back quickly." “

Saying that, she was afraid that Qiao Yuan would have to catch up, so she quickly quickened her pace, and the door slammed shut in front of Qiao Yuan's eyes.

There was an eerie silence in the room, and it seemed as if the unknown was brewing, and it was about to erupt.

Qiao Yuan's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't even care about wearing his shoes, so he raised his feet and ran.

It's a pity that someone is faster than her, a pair of strong arms quickly wrapped around her waist, Qiao Yuan spun around, and his body fell into the soft futon again, facing a handsome face above.

After being stuffy in the quilt for a while just now, Qi Cun was sweating from the heat, his muscles were tense, his chest was undulating, and a bead of sweat slipped from his sideburns, dripping on the beauty's delicate collarbone.

Qiao Yuan's body trembled when he was burned.

The black-haired and black-eyed man stared at her dissatisfied: "Little has no conscience, I have been looking for you for a few days, and you had to go with someone else just now." “

If he didn't do anything, she wouldn't want to leave.

Sure enough, the next moment, that hand picked up Qiao Yuan and put it on his lap.

Qiao Yuan felt the squirming movement, closed his eyes, and grabbed his hair: "Shouldn't you leave here right now?" “

Qi Cun went up in person: "There are still two hours." “

What are the two hours left.

Qiao Yuan thought in a daze.

After that, she finally understood this sentence, and there were still two hours to go.

The pampered Miss Qiao has always slept until the sun rises, and she has never seen what the sunrise is like.

Now, she was lying on the window, her snow-white cheeks lined with Zhaoguang, and her pupils reflected the half-wheeled swaying orange sun, as if there was a golden light flowing through, incredibly beautiful.

Qiao Yuan whispered something.

The man behind him leaned in and listened for a while before he could hear her say that she was so cold.

The squeamish beauty can't stand a little suffering, cold, hot, painful, swollen, and has to complain.

Qi Cun chuckled, hugged her waist, closed the window, and slowly walked to the inner room.

The white jade-like hand rested on the strong back muscles, and the fingers gradually curled, and the nails almost sank into the flesh, leaving a few marks.

Qi Cun hugged the sleeping beauty and walked calmly in the Zuoling Mansion.

In the early morning, there was still some fog, and the white-skinned and beautiful little beauty nested in Qi Cun's arms obediently.

Obviously delicate as Sayuri, who trembles like a towering and trembling lily, miraculously withstands all the madness and darkness of men.

The gates of the Sagar Mansion were opened, and soldiers continued to rush in, their heavy armor glowing with cold light.

The screams of the servants, the panicked rebukes of the masters, the noise of knocking over things, tore through the seemingly peaceful morning.

Qiao Yuan was exhausted, his eyelids were heavy, his little black head was leaning against his chest, his eyelashes were drooping, his face was red from sleep, and he didn't notice anything about the outside world.

Qi Cun covered her ears with her cloak, slowly walked through the panicked crowd, and suddenly turned around.

Zhang Zuoling stood on the steps in a trance, looking embarrassed, meeting his gaze, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

Finished.

(End of chapter)