After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 66 The Darkness Under the Lights

Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun blankly.

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

Qiao Yuan stretched out his hand to touch it, and it hurt.

Rao didn't know that Qi Cun was going through all kinds of twists and turns in his heart at this moment, and he could see that he must have had a hard time these few days.

Qiao Yuan's heart was sore and swollen, he wrapped his arms around his neck, pressed his head against his hot chest, and let the familiar breath wrap himself.

"You..." Why did you come? She was almost bullied.

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

lips and teeth
Before Qiao Yuan said anything, she was covered in a kiss that covered her head and face.

The sound of the wind outside the house, the rustling of leaves, and the sound of fish tails lapping in the waves all provide cover for this sound.

After a long time, Qi Cun finally pulled out and pressed the beauty's forehead to help her calm down her breathing.

A few white marks were scratched on the side of the strong neck, which Qiao Yuan couldn't help leaving just now.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were red and she bit him on the shoulder. As a result, her teeth were sore and Qi Cun didn't even frown.

How many times have I said that, can anyone else have the same terrifying physical strength as him? She almost couldn't breathe just now.

Seeing her like this, Qi Cun let out a muffled laugh, and leaned into her ear, calling his heart to coax her.

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

Qi Cun supported her waist, kissed her cheek, and asked her in a low voice how she was doing these days.

Qiao Yuan rubbed the crook of his neck and was about to speak when another noise came from the window.

Before she could speak, she saw something flying out of Qi Cun's sleeve, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came through the window.

Qiao Yuan was startled. She climbed out of bed and took a look at the window. She saw a person lying below. She didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"he died?"

Qi Cun hugged her from behind, caressing that white and tender neck, noncommittal.

"Climbing a girl's window late at night is not a good person." The man who had just climbed through the window said in a loud voice.

Qiao Yuan was speechless, as if...it was true.

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

If he hadn't been there, wouldn't this person have climbed in?
Qiao Yuan seemed to have found support and complained with red eyes: "It's Zhang Zuoling's son. He wants to bully me."

She whispered about the situation in the afternoon.

Qi Cun's eyes flashed with coldness, and now he felt that the man on the ground should not die so easily.

Qiao Yuan huddled in his arms. Although her voice was calm, her body still trembled imperceptibly.

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

After being frightened, as if she knew she was completely safe now, the little beauty began to act hypocritical.

Qiao Yuanhong scolded him why he had to send her away, why he came so late, did he hate her, she left by herself, and would never be an eyesore in front of him again.

Of course, Qi Cun was so distressed that his liver was trembling. He ignored the dozens of plans in his mind to deal with the Zhang family and hugged the frightened little wife tightly, patting her slender back to comfort her.

At night, his voice penetrated into the little beauty's ears in a low voice, thin and dense, trapping the beauty like a net.

It seems that the noise from here woke up Chanjuan in the cubicle: "Who is it?"

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

Qi Cun had a strong figure, and the quilt bulged up a lot. Qiao Yuan had no choice but to put down the gauze curtain, leaning against him, half sitting up, rubbing his eyes, pretending to be just waking up.

As expected, Chanjuan came over with a tense expression: "What's the matter, is he here?"

Qiao Yuan didn't know why she subconsciously wanted to hide Qi Cun. Chanjuan had known about their relationship for a long time.

But now that everything is hidden, it seems even more strange for Qi Cun to emerge from the bed at this time, so she can only bite the bullet and continue.

"No, no, I was having a nightmare."

When talking about the latter part, Qiao Yuan's voice trembled.

Chanjuan thought she was frightened by Zhang Li and gave her nightmares, so she didn't take it to heart and said pitifully: "Don't be afraid, I'm right here."

Qiao Yuan was almost crying in fright, in order not to let Chanjuan see it, her movements should not be too large, which just gave the man an opportunity to take advantage of.

The big hands easily waved away the obstruction of the delicate jade hands and slowly slid up the calves.

The silk fabric is smooth and comfortable, wrapped in milk-like jade skin. It's hard to tell which one is smoother.

Chanjuan sighed and said, "Zhang Li is really indifferent and bullies the weak. It would be great if God could take him back anytime."

Qiao Yuan was frightened and thought vaguely, it seemed that someone had already taken it.

Compared with the previous dynasty, Daji's atmosphere is considered more open, and women wearing cone hats can be seen from time to time on the street, but there are still many requirements for the dress code of noble ladies.

Being open-minded like the barbarians seemed to the scholar-bureaucrats to be very immoral and shocking.

The legs of Daji woman were tightly wrapped under her dress since she was a child, and the veil could not be unveiled until her newlywed husband.

In the poems of many literati who lingered in brothels, the subtle beauty of jade legs was revealed, which aroused people's imagination.

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

The legs in the hands can be described as perfect, slender and well-proportioned, with lustrous flesh and bones, covered with a layer of soft meat, when pressed lightly, the white tender meat will overflow from the cracks of the fingers.

Holding the soft thighs with big hands, the man's hands are rougher than Qiao Yuan's feet, like species from two worlds.

It was dark under the quilt, but the legs were so white that they seemed to be shining.

He unconsciously placed a kiss on his calf, the soft flesh was slightly sunken, and the hot lips touched the cool skin, causing a slight tremor.

Suspecting that he couldn't see clearly, Qi Cun quietly opened a small gap, and a faint light leaked in.

Qiao Yuan noticed his movements and thought he felt stuffy under the quilt, so she felt guilty and didn't stop him.

Chanjuan sat on the embroidered pier, only a few steps away from the bed, Qiao Yuan was trembling and concentrated on talking to her.

"I came to Zuoling Mansion when I was ten years old. Before that, I was also the apple of my parents' eye."

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

She hasn't said these words to anyone for a long time, maybe because those clear water eyes are too soft, Chanjuan suddenly let go of 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 a daughter, and the family was never in a hurry."

She fell into the memory, and the facial features that were usually gorgeous and aggressive suddenly softened.

Qiao Yuan couldn't help but grab the corner of the quilt tightly, her pink toes curled up slightly, leaving a trace of wrinkles on the blanket.

On the white jade tree, a bunch of small red plums bloomed unknowingly, with a hint of crystal on them, scattered in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

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

Qiao Yuan slowly realized that something was wrong, especially the big hands moving on her legs, which always made her feel uneasy.

(End of this chapter)