After dressing as a female match, I counterattacked

Chapter 591 "Madam, it hurts..."

Immediately afterwards he said: "I found that the degree of your indulgence to me seems to be beyond my imagination. You have infinite indulgence to me, and even... there is tolerance. No matter what I do to you, you will indulge me , and tolerate me."

Zhiyun: "..."

"Snapped!"

A slap on Han Qingrang's cheek.

It's just that the voice is crisp, but the force is not strong, his cheeks are slightly parted, and the hand that wiped her hair stopped.

After that slap, Zhiyun regretted it.

"Does it hurt?" Her hand stroked his cheek.

"It hurts," he said.

"It deserves it!" Zhiyun said.

Han Qingrang: "..."

Just now Zhiyun was really going to be blown up, so he slapped him!

He was testing her bottom line!

Very good, he succeeded in his trial! !

"Tell me, when did you contact the Meteorological Bureau?" She withdrew her hand and asked with the air of a wife.

Han Qing let his hand touch his cheek that was hit by her, and said to her: "Ma'am, my face hurts."

Zhiyun's stance couldn't hold back at his word of pain!

"It won't hurt after a while." Zhiyun told himself over and over again in his heart, don't feel sorry for him, he will kick his nose and eyes.

"lady."

"Don't call me, who is your wife, I find that you are really shameless."

"If you like this face, it's better to keep it."

"do not like."

"Then scratch the flowers," he said.

Zhiyun's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to grab his ear, but he didn't dodge it. Zhiyun didn't pull hard, but he acted as if the pain was unbearable: "Ma'am, it hurts..."

Unable to hear him screaming in pain, Zhiyun withdrew his hand again: "Let me ask you, what is it about me that attracts you? Can I change it?"

"I covet your beauty, also, I covet your body, I want to be with you..."

Not giving him a chance to finish speaking, Zhiyun covered his mouth, "Okay, stop talking."

"Okay, don't say it."

He is very good.

In front of him, Zhiyun lost completely.

He continued to wipe her hair, his movements were so gentle, Zhiyun lost his temper by his operations, and his voice became much softer, commanding: "Hold me in."

His eyes suddenly brightened.

Without further ado, he hugged her horizontally and picked up the umbrella next to him.

"Madam holds an umbrella," he said.

One word at a time, Ma'am, shouted smoothly.

Zhiyun took the umbrella and opened it, he hugged her, and the two walked through the rain together to his living room.

Zhiyun has been to this living room countless times, and when he comes again now, his mood is different.

He carefully sat her down on the bed, then removed the towel just now, went to get a new dry towel, and continued to wipe her wet hair.

The towel absorbs water, and after a few back and forth, the hair is already half dry.

He wanted to undress her again, Zhiyun held his hand: "I will do it myself."

"Are you afraid that I will see it?"

"Knowingly asking."

"I saw it in the dungeon that day."

"..."

Zhiyun blushed, "Go out."

"No!"

Zhiyun glared at him with resentful little eyes: "I'll let you go out."

"Do not."

Zhiyun: "..."

The word 'no' was said decisively and firmly.

Zhiyun got up, went to the cloakroom familiarly, opened his closet, took a piece of his white shirt, and hurried to the bathroom.

Her familiarity was seen by Han Qingrang.

Including her taking his clothes, it is all subconscious habits that lead to behavior.

(End of this chapter)