When a man marries a wife, he originally wants his wife to take care of himself and help the family, but in their case, it is completely reversed, Qi Cun is busy with official business outside every day, and he has to take care of her when he comes back.

As far as she is concerned, she may die one day, and Qi Cun will have to bear the reputation of a wife.

The more Qiao Yuan thought about it, the more sympathetic Qi Cun became, and decided to be better at Qi Cun in the future, for example, he didn't suddenly want to eat the rhombus cake in Yutou Lane in the middle of the night, and he had to toss Qi Cun up for him to buy. However, this sympathy lasted less than a quarter of an hour before it evaporated.

Qi Cun held the medicine, looked at the closed mouth of the little beauty on the couch, and thought of the energy spent coaxing her to drink the medicine in the past.

Qiao Yuan was thinking about how to align and save well in the future, when he suddenly felt that he was being helped up, and there was a warm wall of flesh behind him.

Her nose was pinched, and she subconsciously opened her mouth.

Then the lips burned, and then a stream of heat poured in.

Bitter, astringent.

It was as thick as a paste, how could there be such a large amount of medicine, did Qi Cun concentrate all the amount she drank in a year in this bowl.

The little beauty was slow and half-beaten, and just wanted to close her mouth, but her lip flap was stuck, and with the same strength as her little milk cat, she could only let people do whatever they wanted on the couch.

Tears were forced out of the corners of Qiao Yuan's eyes, and a patch of red appeared on his cheeks, like smudged pink juice.

So, after feeding the mouthful of medicine, he slowly withdrew in an orderly manner.

The same is true for the next sip of medicine.

Qiao Yuan learned a lesson and pursed her lips tightly, but Qi Cun always had a way to make her open her mouth.

The little maid brought the candied fruit in, and was about to make a sound, when she raised her eyes and looked, she immediately hung her head and withdrew.

Behind the bead curtain, the spring scene inside is hazy.

Hou Ye sat in front of the couch, his tall body with his back to the door, lowered his head slightly, and couldn't see what he was doing.

Two jade arms crossed the neck, intertwined behind the sturdy shoulders, and the gouache cuffs slid slightly, revealing a wrist that deceived the frost and snow, and under the background of the black hair, it was covered with a thin powder.

As if enduring something, the tender fingers kept curling up, and the petal-like fingertips sank into the flesh, and when they were released, the palm of the hand left a red crescent mark.

Obviously, it wasn't a moment or a half, and the small crescent mark covered almost the entire palm.

The candle flame flickered, and the shadows on the wall trembled slightly.

The man's clothes were ripped out of folds behind his shoulders, his black hair was messy, and there were several red marks on the back of his neck. As if he didn't notice it, he continued to feed the medicine in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner.

The little beauty was groggy and couldn't open her eyes, so she was filled with a bowl of medicine without humanity, and her breath was full of bitterness.

Fortunately, Qi Cun was afraid that he would not see the sun tomorrow if he continued like this, so he hurriedly stuffed a candied fruit into the red mouth after feeding the medicine.

A beauty who is silently accumulating...... It's late.

She didn't know what she looked like now, her long black eyelashes were staggering, and the tears on her head were about to fall.

Around the eyes, the nose was fainted, and he was so angry that he was about to explode, but he was affected by this weak body, and he couldn't open his eyelids and stare at this bastard.

The warm green silk fell on Qi Cun's thick arm, soft and smooth, almost swinging into his heart.

Qi Cun glanced at it, his throat rolled, he didn't dare to do anything more, he blew out the candle and hurried to the bed, stuffed the fragrant and soft little daughter-in-law into his arms, and closed his eyes very peacefully.

In the past, if Qiao Yuan accidentally caught a cold, he would eventually have to drag it into a cold, and then lie on the couch for ten days and a half months.

I don't know if it's because he was poured a big bowl of bitter medicine last night, when Qiao Yuan opened his eyes, his head didn't sink, and he also had a little strength in his body.

It was still early in the morning, and the light was leaking in through the window, and it was still very dark inside.

Qiao Yuan leaned on Qi Cun's warm arms, listening to the gentle breathing above his head, and calculated, today happened to be his rest.

So the little beauty gently got out of his arms, Qi Cun felt her leaving, blocked her arm, and locked it back into his arms domineeringly.

Qiao Yuan touched his hand gently, coaxed in his ear, and the man finally let go of his brows and fell asleep again.

It's still early.

Qiao Yuan got off the couch lightly, stepped on embroidered shoes to find something in the house, and climbed up again.

The sky was bright.

Qi Cun hadn't opened his eyes yet, and there was no soft body in his arms, so he subconsciously touched to the side.

The hands and feet are heavy, like a ghost pressing the bed, and they can't move.

Qi Cun opened his eyes suddenly.

It's not like, it's that he's really tied up.

The tall man spread out on all fours, his collar was slightly rubbed open because of his dishonest sleeping position, and the slightly dim light could not hide the smooth undulating muscles.

He lay in a large pattern, his hands and feet tied to the bed poles on all sides.

Qi Cun turned his head a little and saw his little daughter-in-law sitting at the table beautifully, with a tender face, looking at him with a smile.

The little beauty sat elegantly, and the glow of the sun leaked in through the window and shone on her face, shining like a pearl.

The skirt of the snow tulle hung over the blanket, like the most magnificent touch of fluffy clouds.

Anyone who wakes up and finds their hands and feet tied will be frightened.

Thinking of the scene where Qi Cun begged her for mercy in fear, promised not to bully her again in the future, and cried and begged her to loosen her ties, Qiao Yuan was so excited that his face was flushed.

Let him always bully her, don't teach him a lesson, and think that she is a soft dough that can be pinched if you want to?

Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun on the couch, took a sip of tea slowly, and waited for him to beg her.

Unexpectedly, Qi Cun didn't have the fear she thought on his face, so he looked at it for a while, and raised his eyebrows: "Daughter-in-law, what are you doing here?" “

He took a look at the tools that bound his hands and feet, of course Qiao Yuan couldn't find any hemp rope in the bedroom, and after looking for a long time, he only found a few shawls, and tied them to him.

She also knew that she had little strength, and she was afraid that she would not tie it tightly, so she went around a few more times.

didn't expect how ambiguous this scene was in the eyes of men.

Beauty is accustomed to glamorous and beautiful clothes, even the shawl is woven with complex patterns, tied on the body on weekdays, graceful and graceful, weak willow to support the wind, used to be her inseparable ornaments.

It's just that right now, the personal things that belong to the woman are tied to the man's thick hands and feet, soft as smoke clouds, but the bound limbs are slender and strong, and the texture is clear.

The soft fabric and the explosive limbs are in the same picture, the comparison is very incongruous, but there seems to be a dark charm flowing in it.

Even, the beauty seems to be very fond of these shawls on weekdays, and she wears them many times, and gradually becomes infected with the smell of the owner.

The tip of Qi Cun's nose lingered with the faint body fragrance, his throat moved, and he gritted his teeth.

The blood all over his body was agitated, as if there were countless ants shuttling through the meridians.

(End of chapter)