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

Chapter 67 Two Moments of Spring Night
Qiao Yuan bit her lip, groped her feet under the quilt and stepped on his hot chest, straightening her little by little, and pressed against his upper body to prevent him from getting closer.

Qi Cun's eyes deepened, he circled his delicate ankles, and punishedly left a tooth mark on his white and tender toes.

The brocade quilt fabric is soft and smooth, which minimizes friction, and no extra sound leaks out, silently covering up all the distress.

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

Chanjuan asked concerned: "A Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Yuan hesitated: "This room... this room is too hot."

She hardly cared about being discovered, and pushed the offending hand away.

It's a pity that after being steamed by the heat for so long, the long white legs were already weak and unable to protect the owner. The next moment, they were held by the man and rubbed the delicate curve of the legs a few times.

With a smile in his eyes, Qi Cun lowered his head and kissed her a few times, as if to praise a job well done.

Jin was silently tolerant of all this, so that no one would notice.

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

She looked at Qiao Yuan leaning weakly against the pillow, her wet hair sticking to her pink cheeks, and a strange idea flashed through her mind.

Even a saint would not be able to control this lively and fragrant mood.

But Chanjuan just turned around in her mind, and quickly put it down.

She was always next door, if Zhang Li came, she couldn't be unaware, it would not be another wild man who sneaked in.

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

Qiao Yuan was startled and froze.

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

Qiao Yuan gave a guilty hum, and while she was turning around, quickly pulled that restless big hand out of her pajamas to keep him from moving.

Qi Cun's limp body pressed against Qi Cun's body. In the panic, Qiao Yuan's hands didn't know where they were pressed, and a muffled groan came from the quilt.

The beauty looked so nervous that she almost cried. Feeling the dissatisfied protest from underneath her body, she had no choice but to put her soft white hands in. The quilt finally calmed down.

She used to scold Zhang Li as a beast with lower body thinking, but now it seems that compared with Qi Cun, it is not enough.

Bastard, if she is found out, she will be ashamed to be a human being.

Chanjuan helped her open the window and sat back down.

"I grew up carefree in front of my parents at that time. How could I have imagined that I would be here today." A trace of bitterness flashed in her eyes.

"Women are beautiful, but if they don't have the ability to protect themselves, sometimes it is a disaster."

Qiao Yuan is usually a bit stupid, but she can accurately sense the kindness and malice of others. Chanjuan always looks at her with soft eyes. Seeing her like this now, she can't help but speak.

"I wish you a long life, and you will share the beauty of the moon. Your parents also look forward to the time spent together as a family. Sister Chan, if you are really unhappy here, why don't you come with me to Shangjing."

Chanjuan froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled, no one could see that she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

"Yes, we will be reunited one day. Thank you sister for your kindness. That's not necessary. I'll leave it to you. I have my own place to go."

What happened here?Don't you need to be coerced by Zhang Zuoling?
Qiao Yuan was confused and was about to ask, but she saw Chanjuan yawning.

She waited with Qiao Yuan until so late, now that Qi Cun came and Zhang Li solved it, there is no need for her to stay here.

"Sister Chan, why don't you go back first, the sky is almost dawn, Zhang Li probably won't come."

Zhang Li was lying down below, and Qiao Yuan didn't feel guilty at all when he said this.

Chanjuan hesitated.

Qiao Yuan advised her: "Recuperate your energy first so that you can deal with him tomorrow."

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

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

The doggy man was still in bed, and now he was afraid of doing anything in the presence of outsiders. When Chanjuan left, she knew with her toes that nothing good would happen.

Chanjuan turned around: "What?"

She looked strangely at Qiao Yuan hurriedly climbing out of bed, just as she put on her embroidered shoes, she suddenly froze.

Covered by the gauze curtain, a big hand stretched out from the brocade quilt, and squeezed the little beauty's waist threateningly. It seemed that it felt very good, and even rubbed it a few times.

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

Chanjuan smiled and said: "What's the point of this? Although you feel hot, it's still a bit cold at night. Go back quickly."

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

The room fell into a strange silence, and it seemed that something unknown was brewing, ready to explode.

Qiao Yuan's eyelids twitched, he didn't even care about wearing his shoes, and ran away.

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

Qi Cun had been suffocating in the quilt for a while, and was sweating from the heat. His muscles were tense and his chest was heaving. A bead of sweat slipped from his temples and landed on the beauty's delicate collarbone.

Qiao Yuan shivered from the heat.

The man with black hair and eyes stared at her dissatisfiedly: "Little heartless, I have been looking for you for several days, and you just wanted to go with someone else."

If he did nothing, she wouldn't want to leave either.

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

Feeling the rustling movement, Qiao Yuan closed her eyes and grabbed his hair: "Shouldn't we leave here right now?"

Qi Cun kissed him: "There are still two hours."

There are still two hours.

Qiao Yuan thought drowsily.

After that, she finally understood this sentence. There were still two hours before dawn.

The pampered Miss Qiao always sleeps until the sun rises. She has never seen what the sunrise looks like.

Now, she was lying on the window, her snow-white cheeks lined with bright light, her pupils reflecting the half-circle of swaying orange sun, as if golden light was flowing through her, and she was incredibly beautiful.

Qiao Yuan whispered something.

The man behind her leaned closer and listened for a while before he heard what she said about how cold it was.

The delicate beauty can't bear any pain. She will complain when she is cold, hot, hurt, or bloated.

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

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

Qi Cun held the sleeping beauty in his arms and walked steadily in Zuoling's mansion.

There was still some mist in the morning, and the fair-skinned and beautiful little beauty nestled neatly in Qi Cun's arms.

Although she was as delicate as a towering and trembling Sayuri, she miraculously withstood all the man's madness and darkness.

The gate of Zuo Ling Mansion was opened, and soldiers rushed in continuously, their heavy armor glowing coldly.

The screams of the maids, the panicked scoldings of the masters, and the noise of knocking things over tore apart this seemingly peaceful morning.

Qiao Yuan was exhausted, her eyelids were heavy, her black head was leaning on his chest, her eyelashes were drooped, her face was red from sleep, and she was completely unaware of the outside world.

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

Zhang Zuoling stood on the steps in a daze, looking embarrassed, met his gaze, his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

It’s over.

(End of this chapter)