Da Zhuang stared at her tightly, the bridge of his nose was high, and the corners of his lips were tight, faintly revealing a sense of persistence.

His lips were still pale from fainting, he was strong and strong on weekdays, his whole body was like iron bumps, and he bathed in cold water in winter, and it was rare to see such a fragile moment.

The little beauty knelt on the bed helplessly, feeling a little guilty, and for a moment, she took the initiative to lean over and hug the man's waist, and rubbed her white face against his chest.

"Don't be angry."

Da Zhuang lowered his head, and the little beauty approached again, and the soft and fragrant lips kissed at the corner of his lips, with a flattering meaning.

If it weren't for the weakness of her heart, how could she be so well-behaved.

The last glimmer of light in Da Zhuang's eyes went out, this was a matter of the default stand-in.

There is nothing sadder than knowing that you are just a shadow of your sweetheart and nostalgic for the old man, especially since the living can never compare to the dead, and the lady's deceased husband is gone, and he will always be the best in her heart.

Qiao Yuan saw that he was not comfortable like this, hugged his neck, and pressed against him softly: "The doctor said that the stasis in your brain is almost over, and you can recover your memory in three days." “

Da Zhuang rolled his eyes, without a trace of joy, such a big thing seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Sometimes he felt that he was too cold-blooded, maybe his friends and relatives were still waiting for him to go back, but in the time when he lost his memory, he rarely thought about it, as if the lady alone was enough to occupy all his mind.

The little beauty was still unfamiliar with him, and her voice was soft, "When you look back at the time, you will feel that these things are nothing now." “

A good one is nothing.

Da Zhuang's heart suddenly gave birth to a violent anger, and the corners of his lips stiffened: "Madame wants to draw a line with me, and when I recover my memory, she will drive me away?" “

Qiao Yuan was a little confused: "When did I say I wanted to drive you away?" “

Da Zhuang couldn't listen to anything at this time, and he suddenly became anxious, eager to confirm something.

Qiao Yuan lay on his shoulder, his fine and soft hair was spread on his chest, Da Zhuang tilted his head, and what caught his eye was the beauty's slender and fragile swan neck, white and delicate, and the lines were so beautiful that people trembled.

"Whether it's a stand-in or not, I admit it."

The man's breath was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the man's fierce voice came from his ears, "In short, Madame is mine, don't want to get rid of me in this life." “

Qiao Yuan was puzzled, and suddenly there was a pain in his neck.

Da Zhuang was biting her.

Qiao Yuan whimpered, trying to break free of Da Zhuang's embrace, but was imprisoned by the iron arm around his waist and couldn't move, so he could only be forced to lean on his back with a thin white swan neck.

The little beauty was so frightened that she burst into tears, almost thinking that Da Zhuang was going to bite her to death.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang seemed to wake up quickly, and let go of the hand that was holding her, Qiao Yuan hurriedly covered his neck and retreated to the corner of the bed.

She seemed frightened, with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't fall, "What are you crazy about!" “

Da Zhuang pursed his lips and leaned over to take her hand away.

A little bit of rouge bloomed on the white and shiny snow skin, like a tempting pastry, and the most striking thing was that there was a tooth mark on it, a red circle.

The man stared at the imprint-like mark, his eyes dark.

Qiao Yuan was angry, "Go get the mirror!" “

When Da Zhuang came back with the mirror, she snatched it and looked left and right at the mirror nervously.

She was so nervous that she always felt a lot of pain, thinking that she was going to bleed, but in fact it was not so serious in the mirror.

The person who bit did put in his strength at first, with the determination to leave a mark, but he was reluctant to do so, and suddenly stopped halfway, so the edge of the mark was very shallow, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would disappear.

Qiao Yuan loves beauty the most, her snow skin is smooth and flawless, it seems to be a high-grade mutton fat jade, if she has a scar, she will hate to death.

Da Zhuang pursed his lips, and even though he didn't need to, he turned around and took out a large pile of bottles and cans from the dressing table.

Madame is delicate and frail, Rao is that he usually controls some strength in the couch, but after an incident, there will always be some traces, so he is also used to collecting some balm to reduce swelling and scars.

Da Zhuang dug a thick layer of fingertips and gently wiped it on the tooth marks.

The tooth marks were also covered with a circle of kiss marks, dotted with stars, fully showing the man's tossing and turning, love and hate.

Qiao Yuan also feels that she has been wronged to death now, is it because she doesn't want to say the matter, obviously for his good, why is she treated like this?

Just now he was still doing that to her in the ancestral hall, Qiao Yuan was still in pain now, and she hadn't even pursued it, but she was bitten again.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and when Da Zhuang finished taking the medicine, she pushed him away viciously, "Get out!" “

Da Zhuang paused, and looked at her with dark eyes for a long time.

He seems to be a different person now, even if he used to pretend, he had to pretend to be some gentle masks in front of his wife, but now there is always ferocity in his eyes, like a fierce beast that bites its prey and will not let go.

Qiao Yuan was still angry, but he was a little scared when he saw it, and his white jade-like fingers curled up, unconsciously pinching the corners of his skirt.

She wore only a beautiful thin bedgown, and when she saw outsiders, she only added a cloak to the outside, and the soft and smooth silk placket was scattered from the struggle, revealing the delicate collarbones and round shoulders with a pink halo.

She didn't realize it, just staring at him nervously with a pair of watery eyes.

She sat on the bed, tilting her head slightly, more like a delicate little milk cat, with snow-white fur, beautiful and noble, but so fragile that she had no ability to protect herself.

If you meet some abnormal owner, maybe you will be locked up in a beautiful little house, wearing a fairy little dress every day, and being carefully cared for, but you are not allowed to see any outsiders, it is a hidden treasure that belongs to one person alone.

Da Zhuang was still staring at her, Qiao Yuan was drumming in his heart, and was about to retreat silently, but he suddenly reached out and helped her close the slippery neckline.

Warm fingertips stay on the snow for a moment, then retract.

Qiao Yuan was so shocked that he retreated, but saw Da Zhuang pack up the bottles and cans, turn around and go out.

Since that night's unhappy parting, the atmosphere between the two has become a little delicate.

In the carriage back to Zhuangzi, even Green Sleeves sensed that something was wrong, and when Grandpa Guo turned around to get something, he hurriedly asked Qiao Yuan: "Madame quarreled with Grandpa?" “

Quarrel? Qiao Yuan was a little confused, it should be counted.

She and Qi Cun's temperament and behavior are very different, before marrying him, I thought that the two of them would be uneasy after marriage, and then slowly stumbled in the reluctant marriage, but I didn't expect it to pass unconsciously until now.

Qiao Yuan thought about it seriously, this was the first real dispute between the two, and the source was because of an ethereal stand-in.

Now Da Zhuang still takes care of her as carefully as before, and the two are still in the same bed at night, and the man forcibly wants to sleep with her, and it is not possible to break away at all, but it is rare to stop moving his hands and feet in peace.

As soon as the festival ended, he couldn't wait to arrange for the carriage to return to Zhuangzi, and it seemed that he couldn't bear to stay in the mansion for a moment.

(End of chapter)