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

Chapter 713 Spirit (2)

"Wait for me?" Xie Wanrong raised his eyebrows and looked at him amusedly: "What are you waiting for?"

"You'll know right away."

After saying that, Xie Wanrong's tall and majestic figure pressed up, and Xie Wanrong's whole body fell into the bed immediately, the thin obscene clothes on her body just rolled slightly, and her smooth shoulders were exposed to the cold air.

Qi Jinghuan's phoenix eyes were deep and burning, as if drowning in the ten-mile spring breeze: "Wan'er, are you refreshed now?"

"..." Xie Wanrong hastily pulled the brocade quilt, understood the meaning behind what he said, she said in surprise: "It's daytime...not suitable...uh..."

His voice was drowned out, every lingering touch between his fingers, Xie Wanrong's body seemed to have an electric current slipping through it, his body became limp, lost all strength, his lips and teeth were entangled.

……

After dripping with sweat, Xie Wanrong was as soft as a puddle of water. She looked sideways and saw Qi Jinghuan's bare chest, looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

Xie Wanrong pulled the brocade quilt and kicked Qi Jinghuan angrily.

Qi Jinghuan grabbed Xie Wanrong's exposed little feet and said teasingly: "It seems that you still have strength, so it would be disrespectful to be a husband."

"Get out!" Xie Wanrong retracted her body, wrapping herself tightly with a brocade quilt.

Qi Jinghuan smiled and pulled Xie Wanrong up, and personally took care of her washing and dressing.

After everything was sorted out, Qi Jinghuan suddenly had a bluish-white thin sheet in his hand.

Xie Wanrong was stunned for a while, then suddenly came to her senses that this was not a sheet from the Grotto in the Demon Realm, she watched Qi Jinghuan calmly bent over without knowing why, and put the thin sheet on the bed again.

The dried blood on it immediately made Xie Wanrong's face turn red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get down.

Although she knew that this was to stop the gossip of the servants, she still had to pay attention to another problem.

She stared at him: "Why do you still carry..."

"What?" Qi Jinghuan asked Xie Wanrong as it should.

Facing his expression, Xie Wanrong couldn't find any reason to persuade him.

She lowered her head, "Nothing."

When Xie Wanrong saw the little expressions on those servant girls' expressions when they entered the house to tidy up the mattresses, her heart froze again.

The little servant girl hugged the mattress into a ball, and was about to lean back and leave when Qi Jinghuan choked her.

"What are you holding it for?" The voice was slightly cold.

Liusu has been working in the Ninth Prince's Mansion for so many years, and it was the first time that the Ninth Prince asked her a question. She knelt on the ground with weak legs, and said in panic, "Return to... the prince's words, slave... Take it out and burn it..."

"Burn?" Qi Jinghuan narrowed his deep phoenix eyes slightly, and shot a cold light: "Put it down, get out!"

"slave……"

Liusu shuddered and stammered for a long time, but couldn't say anything, and didn't know where he had offended the Ninth Prince, hurriedly put down the thin sheet, and rolled out of the room with wet eyes.

"Ah Huan..." Xie Wanrong twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly: "What are you going to do?"

Qi Jinghuan first put the thin sheet back in his hand and placed it deep in the space.

Seeing this, Xie Wanrong coughed lightly, but stopped talking.

Qi Jinghuan's eyes were full of irresistible tenderness, and his voice was soft and soft: "Wan'er, this is the first time you have given me the memory you will give me. How can you throw away such an important thing casually."

"..."

This kind of words came out of his mouth...

Xie Wanrong looked at him in embarrassment, "If you want to keep it...just keep it..."

(End of this chapter)