The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 712 The Spirit
Since it was inevitable for her to meet Qi Jinghuan, it proved that they were destined to be together no matter what the outcome was.

The flickering red candles danced with flames, and in the quiet room, only the crackling and burning flames could be heard.

After a long while, the sound of the two closed doors resounded again, followed by the slight smell of alcohol permeating the room, and light, steady steps came from far and near.

Xie Wanrong knew that it was Qi Jinghuan who came this time.

There was a slight laugh from her under the hijab, but she waited and waited but the hijab was not lifted.

She coughed lightly as a reminder.

But the guy still didn't move.

Xie Wanrong almost tore off the hijab on his head.

She lowered her voice and said, "Ah Huan!"

Qi Jinghuan moved closer to her: "Wan'er, I want to see more."

What to look at?
She has her whole head covered under the veil.

Just when Xie Wanrong couldn't help but wanted to tear off the hijab, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Qi Jinghuan had already put on the hijab.

Xie Wanrong let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly beckoned to him: "Help me quickly remove this hair crown."

She was suppressed for a whole day.

Qi Jinghuan looked at Xie Wanrong's anxious look, dumbfounded, and took off the cumbersome hair crown for Xie Wanrong as he said, and placed it on the dressing table.

Xie Wanrong stretched her body, before she could retract her outstretched arms, Qi Jinghuan had already encircled her from behind, and with the faint smell of wine, his deep voice lingered in her ears.

"Wan'er, I'm very happy."

Whether in the human world or the demon world, she is his wife, a wife who is just and aboveboard, and a bright matchmaker.

Xie Wanrong lowered her eyes and turned her body slightly, "You are drunk."

Qi Jinghuan laughed out loud, and straightened Xie Wanrong's body: "I'm very awake."

He hugged Xie Wanrong onto the couch, kissed her forehead lightly, restrained his urge to want her, and placed his palms between her hair: "You are tired after a day of tossing around, go to sleep. "

Xie Wanrong huddled in his arms, just moved his body when he was held down by Qi Jinghuan's generous hands.

His pitch-black phoenix eyes were fascinated by a layer of delusion, and his voice was hoarse and approached Xie Wanrong: "Wan'er, don't move around, my concentration is not that good."

Xie Wanrong tensed her body in an instant, her face was flushed, she whispered: "Xiahou Yihan is the emperor, very surprised."

Thinking of Xiahou Yihan, Qi Jinghuan couldn't help tightening his arms around her: "A mere human emperor can take care of a lot of things, but the human emperor was born so quickly, the God Clan's contribution is indisputable."

Xie Wanrong raised her eyes: "Ah Huan, you mean, it was the Protoss who accelerated the birth of the Human Emperor."

Qi Jinghuan couldn't deny it.

Xie Wanrong thought about everything, and also remembered that when Mo Xie appeared a few days ago, Xiahou Yihan was not yet the emperor, and it was really unreasonable to choose the emperor in just a few days.

Her eyes were deep, she was silent, she just quietly leaned against his strong chest.

That night, the Nine Princes' Mansion was quiet and peaceful, and the red candles were flickering to reflect the firelight, sleeping in each other's arms, but the outside world was already undercurrents.

The morning of the second day came quickly, and with the second cockcrow, Xie Wanrong opened his eyes, facing Qi Jinghuan's bright phoenix eyes, with a smile on his lips, "Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Xie Wanrong propped herself up, dumbfounded: "When... did you wake up..."

She fell into Qi Jinghuan's deep eyes at the first glance in the morning, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

Qi Jinghuan looked at her with a smile, and instead of answering Xie Wanrong's question, he said, "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

(End of this chapter)