Wrongly Marrying a Cruel General: Mad Concubine Peerless

"She fell?"

Puyang Zhuo couldn't help frowning his pretty brows.

Puyang Zhuo sat on the sandalwood chair on one side, and stared at Qingluan intentionally but also unintentionally. In fact, she looked much gentler when she was sleeping than when she was awake!

Xiaolan came over with hot water, and saw Puyang Zhuo staring at Qingluan through the half-closed door. This kind of scene was very warm. "It would be great if the general could be nicer to Miss!" Xiaolan stood at the door for a while and finally left, she didn't want to disturb these two people who were so peaceful and picturesque!

Puyang Zhuo drank some tea and then approached Qingluan, looking at her sleeping face lost in thought, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bruise on her arm.

"What kind of woman is she? Would such a stubborn and proud woman do such debauched things?"

In fact, when he was with her that night, Puyang Zhuo could feel that she was still a 7c virgin!In fact, she is not as unsightly as outsiders say in the legend.If I didn't have Qin'er in my heart, maybe I would get to know her better.

"Hmm..." Qingluan gave an exhortation, then turned over and changed into a comfortable sleeping position to continue sleeping.

Pu Yangzhuo looked at Qingluan who was facing him, and could see her peerless face more clearly. There seemed to be tears hanging on her curly eyelashes, and he was surprised to find that she was crying in her sleep. Pu Yangzhuo remembered that since he knew her, he had never seen this stubborn woman cry, this was the first time!

Perhaps only the soft heart in the dream can really do whatever it wants!

A strong exterior still can't hide that fragile heart!

"General Pu, are you tempted?"

While speaking, Sikong Chenyun had already stepped in, with that unrestrained smile still on the corner of his mouth, he flapped the folding fan a few times, and finally closed it and held it in his hand, completely ignoring the sleeping woman.

Puyang Zhuo stood up abruptly, with a slight displeasure on his face.

"What are you doing here so late?" He picked up the quilt and covered Qingluan who was sleeping soundly.

Sikong Chenyun sat down on the chair unceremoniously, with a dangerous light shining in his deep eyes, but he quickly restrained the light and replaced it with an elegant smile.

"I didn't expect this woman's methods to be so clever that even General Pu was bewildered by her. She deserves to be a slut!" Sikong Chenyun was playing with the cup in his hand while talking.

"What are you doing here so late?" Puyang Zhuo repeated coldly. He didn't know why he had a strange reaction in his heart when he said Qingluan was a slut. Puyang Zhuo knew in his heart that she was a prostitute. A conservative and chaste woman, but he didn't want to explain anything to others.

Heh, this woman doesn't even care about herself, so why should I care?

Sikong Chenyun looked at Puyang Zhuo, then at Mu Qingluan who was sleeping soundly, and finally his eyes fixed on the bruise on the woman's arm.

"You can't be abusing her!" Sikong Chenyun pointed with the folding fan in his hand, and pointed to the bruise on Qingluan's arm. In his opinion, this was the imprint left by the love between men and women.

Puyang Zhuo looked along her folding fan, and when he saw the dazzling bruise, he was stunned for a moment.

"You don't need to take care of this! What do you want to do?"