My Prince Has Farmlands

"Are your hands still sour?" Qi Xingyun asked to change the topic.

Chi Ziyu didn't know why. He still complained, "sour, sour, sour. It's all because you let me practice so many words every day."

If Qi Xingyun hadn't supervised her reading and writing every day, she must be lazy.

"Then go back and lie down and I'll rub it for you later."

"Oh, good."

How could Chi Ziyu think of this guy's ulterior motives and lie down with him foolishly.

Qi Xingyun was still rubbing her fingers, but he gave her a different feeling.

The movement is very slow, and each kneading has a tentative touch.

Chi Ziyu noticed no matter how slow the reaction was. In turn, he pinched his fingertips and said, "what do you want, so restless."

Qixingyun chuckled, lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid your hands are too sour later. I'll rub them for you first."

"I..."

As soon as Chi Ziyu blushed, he immediately thought of some unspeakable things they had done before.

"Why are you like this?" Chi Ziyu said angrily.

"How am I?"

"I didn't think so before. Now I find that your mind is full of chaos and no shape..."

It's not like the cold and indifferent qixingyun that Chi Ziyu met at the beginning.

"You just found out." Qixingyun had turned over and pressed her, and slowly vomited in her ear, "I thought I had been obvious enough..."

Because of this turn, Chi Ziyu accidentally found that their hands were clasped together.

She moved her fingers and clasped him, but muttered, "men are big sex wolves..."

"Hmm? What did you say about me? Say it again."

Qixingyun bit her earlobe intimately and asked in a dumb voice.

"Can you stop licking my ears? It's itchy..."

Chi Ziyu giggled and didn't turn his head.

Qixingyun followed closely and sniffed, "how fragrant..."

Chi Ziyu simply turned his head and was facing him.

The two close at hand almost touched each other's nose.

The smell is hot.

Chi Ziyu laughed awkwardly.

Just what to say, Qi Xingyun bowed his head and kissed it accurately without saying a word.

What else can Chi Ziyu say.

She was already out of breath after being pestered by him.

……

Late at night, everything was silent.

The oil lamp is withered and yellow.

"Why hasn't she slept yet?" Qiduodi had slept for a while, but when he woke up, there was still some dim light in the room.

When his sight became clear, he realized that Chen Xiang still embroidered quilt covers under the oil lamp at this time.

Qiduodi walked over with some pain for a moment and lowered his voice to persuade, "don't be busy and go to sleep."

Chen Xiang's eyes are red.

The sight was hazy, but she had to force herself to embroider two more stitches, otherwise she would be too busy with a lot of housework during the day.

This chaotic state also led her to embroider very slowly, but she always pricked her fingers.

"I'll do it for a while. It's not urgent." Chen Xiang rubbed her dry and sour eyes and said.

Qiduodi was very distressed. "You still have a baby in your stomach. You forgot that your mother asked you to do so much embroidery work in the last day. Finally, you fainted. You can afford it, but the baby can't afford it. Go to sleep. Ah, it's not too late to do it tomorrow."

"But shuipei's marriage has been settled immediately. I haven't finished my shoes for her. If you don't hurry up, my mother should say me again."