Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 86
Qin Mi frowned, raised her hand, but finally didn't move her, smoothed Shun Wenqi's messy hair, and coaxed: "Don't be rude to Master."

Not allowed?He said no, but who allowed this man to rub, pinch, pinch and bite?Before he knew it, he had started to spoil her, so she dared to squander this rascal nature so recklessly and lawlessly.He also yelled stubbornly: "You treat me as a soft persimmon, you can squeeze it if you want!"

He was really too used to her.Qin Mi frowned, and the hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

Wen Qi's back stiffened: "Where are you touching?"

Looking at her intently with her pretty eyes, Qin Mi said, "Squeeze a persimmon."

Because Master Mi is not used to her lower limit, he just pinches her.

But, is Wen Qi a persimmon?Is it is it?She raised her hips, sat down hard, rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her fists: "My old lady will fight with you."

Qin Mi lightly raised his fingertips and touched her shoulder. Wen Qi's body softened, and he fell into Qin Mi's arms, lying obediently as if his bones had softened.

Evil acupuncturist...

Wen Qi opened his mouth and was about to curse, Qin Mi hugged her and turned over. After the world was spinning, she hugged him and lay on an embroidered pillow. Qin Mi rubbed the hair next to her ear, and said softly, "Master is tired."

With this relaxed posture, Wen Qi thought of a kind of poodle, the most vicious and cruel, the kind that is cute but cute when it's coquettish.

She gritted her teeth: "Then get out!" A corner of her heart seemed to have collapsed, damn it, so soft.

Qin Mi lowered her eyes, looking a little tired: "You burned the Hanzhang Palace, and my master will stay here tonight."

After the hibiscus was dispersed for a while, Qin Mi raised his hand and extinguished the wick.

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows, plums in the melon fields...

Wen Qi's head became hot, and he blinked a pair of big eyes in the dark: "If you have the ability, don't play acupoints." The tone of the voice was constantly changing to the eighteenth bend, why can't you hold it steady?Gritting her teeth, she struggled vigorously, exerting force without any discipline, and her teeth rattled.

"Good boy." He patted her back with one hand, and he coaxed softly, "Don't try to open the acupuncture points, you can't beat me, and when the day I can't touch you, I will let you do my best," he dialed. Her voice sank, "Now, be obedient."

Wen Qi hummed heavily: "Wait." She closed her eyes and recharged her energy.She vowed that one day she would ride on top of Qin Mi's head and domineeringly, and let her call her auntie, oh, she will be on top, on top!

Don't think about it, she heard that the girl is very pure, she just wants to push Qin Mi down, ahem... as a mount!

Hey, in the dead of night, people are always prone to fantasies, Wen Qi's head is colorful, full of pictures of Qin Mi being ravaged.

suddenly--

"What are you doing?" The voice was trembling, Miss Wen panicked.

Qin Mi said calmly, "Go to bed."

Wen Qi's voice trembled again: "Where do you put your hands?"

With a lazy, evil and deep voice: "Hold you." He clenched his hands tightly and hugged the little man in his arms.

Wen Qi frowned: "Qin Mi!"

Qin Mi propped herself up and looked at the person in her arms through the palace lantern outside the hall: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Let go of my hand!"

The hand that was originally wrapped around her waist moved up slowly, brushing over every part of her back, light and provocative, Qin Mi leaned over, and pressed against Wen Qi's earlobe, his breath was warm, making his voice extremely gentle, Qin Mi Mi said: "I found out, I don't think you're dirty." As if wanting to prove something, she slid her fingertips into her back and brushed it around.

Every inch is a prairie fire, this feeling, she just feels like a fish in the bottom of the pot, tossing and turning, how to suffer.Her voice was hoarse, and she lost her usual momentum: "My old lady hates it." After all, she said this with a little less momentum, she ground her teeth, Qin Mi's heart was on her lips, she was a little distracted, but she didn't know where to start.

"Fuck you again, tell me to sleep in your bed."

Yo, threaten her!Wen Qi opened her mouth and swallowed it down.

Damn, she didn't bite, she couldn't move, so she took a mouthful of Qin Mi's breath, which really distracted her, Wen Qi was upset, and abruptly raised her head from Qin Mi's arms: "You are so capable——"

Don't play tricks...

Qin Mi raised her hand and touched her sleeping point. Immediately, there was no sound, only shallow breathing, which softened her heart.

Qin Mi laughed, "You're really disobedient." He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly, all the coldness softened in his eyes.

The faint light leaked in, shining on the broken tassels on the ground, and shining on the couple who were embracing and sleeping on the couch, a faint brilliance enveloped him, and he, enveloped her, the night was especially quiet.

After a long time, Liang Liu said outside the hall: "Master, can you fetch water?"

"Need not."

That's right, they all slept with girls in their arms, so how could they feel dirty.Liang Liu remained silent.

"How about Hanzhangdian?" The words were cold, and the tenderness faded, but it seemed to be deliberately lowered.

Liang Liudao: "Emperor Yan was afraid that he wanted to take advantage of the east wind to harm the Lord, so he added another fire. The more the fire burned, the more the Hanzhang Hall was changed beyond recognition."

This is the rhythm of looking for abuse. Miss Wenjia can set fire, but can others?In this world, his father is used to being a domineering one.

As soon as the voice became cold, the coldness appeared: "Go and fan the wind, and follow the old man's wish."

Look, this is the consequence of overthinking one's abilities. Once the wind blows, it will still burn Dayan's body to pieces.

"Wen Qi." A soft murmur melted away all the indifference.

Liang Liu turned around and paused, listening carefully, is this the master?That one is gentle and that one is like water, how can there be half of the killing just now.

It seemed to be whispering, very soft, and the voice was extremely gentle: "My Lord will treat you better." It seemed to be coaxing, with the utmost gentleness, Qin Mi said, "Be good."

Liang Liu sighed, and the hundred-steel refining process twisted his fingers softly, what Miss Wen's ability is.

(End of this chapter)