The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 322 Have you ever seen a fist with a big sandbag?

Holding her shoulders, the car drove across the bluestone road in the middle of the night. It was still very lively outside. After all, it was Chinese New Year. In the past at this time, the street was silent and there was no sound.

Tang Nineteen lay on Qu Tiange's lap, feeling drowsy, and fell into a deep sleep.

After a night of sleep, Tang Nineteen came back to life with full blood, but Qu Tiange said that the first two, three and four days are very free, even if she woke up, she would stay in bed and refuse to get up.

Qu Tiange was lying next to her, who also woke up early, and stayed in bed with her.

Tang Nineteen turned his head to look at him, he was looking at the curtain.

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you looking at?"

"I see you."

"My lord, look at the tent."

What a boring conversation it could be.

Tang Nineteen lay back on his back: "Aren't you going to get up?"

"What about you?"

"I'll get up later, it's fine anyway."

"The king is fine."

Another boring conversation.

Tang Nineteen, however, felt that this boredom seemed to be more like the faint warmth between husband and wife of ordinary people.

This thought made her a little uncomfortable, she sat up with a grunt: "I got up."

"Isn't there nothing to do?"

"Go for a walk in the yard."

"The king will accompany you."

"Need not."

She stretched out her hand to press down on his shoulder, and his upper body, which had just gotten up a little bit, was pressed back again, and he looked at her narrowly: "Topple this king, what do you want to do?"

Tang Shijiu blushed: "Why are you always like this? I won't tell you anymore. You lie down and I can go for a walk by myself."

"Lie down. Years and years, there has never been a day as leisurely as it is now." He stretched out his hand, and Tang Nineteen was pulled back to the bed and lay down in his arms.

"Are you fat?"

He asked about the big taboo of women.

Tang Nineteen kicked him: "You can shut up if you have nothing to say."

He chuckled and pinched her shoulder: "Earlier, you didn't feel so soft when you touched it."

Tang Nineteen instantly exploded: "You are the only one who is fat, your whole family is fat."

"The king now has an independent mansion, and the whole family of the king is you, so you have gained weight."

"I wake up in the morning, and the muscles are soft only when they relax. Look, do you see the muscles?"

Tang Nineteen became more serious, completely unaware that Qu Tiange was just teasing her on purpose.

Pulling up her sleeves, she clenched her fists tightly, a solid muscle protruding from her white arm, she was not without pride: "It's hard, see."

"My king touch it."

Qu Tiange stretched out his hand, Tang Nineteen clenched his fist and brought his arm to him.

But, soon, something felt wrong.

"Qu Tiange, have you touched enough?"

"Not yet, it's smooth and delicate, the skin is like cream, and it's well maintained."

Tang Nineteen had three black lines on his forehead: "Have you seen the fist the size of a sandbag?"

"have not seen."

"Then you must have never suffered. Eat old lady's tofu and watch punches."

Throwing down a punch, I thought he would block it, after all, he has extraordinary skill and quick reflexes, and I have never succeeded in punching him before.

However, this time, I don't know if Qu Tiange was obsessed with sex. Tang Nineteen's full-strength blow landed on his eye socket, and he hugged his head in pain, gasping for air, exasperated: " Tang Nineteen, you bitch."

Tang Nineteen also panicked: "I'll see where I hit."

"Where did you say it was?"

Eyes, like, this is no joke, and she's giving it her all.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really don't know, let me see, don't be blind."

(End of this chapter)