Chapter 681 The embroiderer is a little wild [Happy National Day, please vote for me at the beginning of the month!]

"Xiu Niang was a little different just now."

"Um?"

On the messy vermilion bed, Zhao Qingxiu curled up in Ouyang Rong's arms, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers and drawing circles on his chest. When she heard the words, her lazy nasal voice was a little confused.

Ouyang Rong rested his head on his hands, looked at the ceiling, vomited back and forth, and squinted slightly, as if after recollection:

"A bit...a bit...it's not convenient to use that word."

Her circling fingers switched to writing:

[Speak, speak quickly, I want to listen]

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"A little wild."

"...?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face was originally covered with red glow, but suddenly it became even redder, like a ruby ​​that was about to bleed.

Ouyang Rong felt the beauty in his arms burying her face in his chest, and he could even feel the heat on a certain little face.

The embroiderer's body is easily heated, like a small stove, so it must be very warm in winter... Ouyang Rong thought for no reason.

The shyer Zhao Qingxiu became, the more Ouyang Rong liked to tease her. He continued to wink and smile:

"Originally, you said, why are you biting my ear? I could have resisted it, but you bit it anyway. The embroiderer is not honest."

[I am well-behaved and honest, but Tanlang is dishonest]

Ouyang Rong smiled and did not expose her. He turned his head and sniffed, and suddenly asked:

"It turns out that Xiu Niang can also drink. I was not here just now, so you secretly drank some wine, right?"

Zhao Qingxiu raised her head slightly, with a look of reminiscence on her face, and wrote:

[Well, I know how to drink. A sister taught me and gave me a wine gourd. The wine in it was very spicy, but it was later taken away by another sister.]

Ouyang Rong smiled: "Xiu Niang has quite a few sisters."

Zhao Qingxiu buried her head in silence, tilted her face slightly, and listened carefully to Ouyang Rong's heartbeat.

Ouyang Rong looked at the roof and gently touched her face with his palms.

Both of them were a little tired.

It's the fatigue that creeps into my heart after sweating profusely, and I just want to breathe, breathe, and breathe again to regain my strength.

I don't want to move a finger anymore.

Even Zhao Qingxiu, who was supposed to be cool and sweat-free with jade bones and immortal skin, had sticky hair on her forehead and temples stuck to her rosy little face.

It was really hard to be tortured by Tanlang.

The two sweated together.

Can't tell whose sweat it is.

But Ouyang Rong must have sweated more.

Ouyang Rong's chest was a little sore from the pressure. He changed his position and spread out his left arm. Zhao Qingxiu turned over tacitly, her black hair flying, she raised her head and rested it on Ouyang Rong's left arm, lying on her side in his arms.

.

Ouyang Rong's left hand could naturally touch her smooth back.

The big hand stroked her back and forth several times, and used the quilt to wipe the sweat off her thin back, leaving two fingers, like dancing elves, jumping and caressing the cervical vertebrae on the beautiful woman's back.

Then he slid all the way to the fragrant shoulder, covered it with his big hands, and rubbed it back and forth, like a jade stone.

It is indeed as smooth as jade.

This is the scenery you can touch if you go up with your left hand.

As for going down...

If you go all the way downstream, because Ouyang Rong has long arms and Zhao Qingxiu is petite, his hands can easily pass over his waist...

Ouyang Rong's big hands began to move back and forth.

This gave him a feeling of ownership of the other person.

Zhao Qingxiu said nothing, silently drawing circles on his chest with her green fingers.

She curled up in Ouyang Rong's arms, where he couldn't see her. She narrowed her eyes, like a cat being patted on the head, enjoying something.

In fact, like him, I enjoy the aftertaste.

Ouyang Rong raised his other hand and twisted out a long, straight black hair from under his lips.

It belongs to the embroiderer.

The embroiderer's hair is very thick, and she doesn't like to tie it up when sleeping. Even when the two of them were doing errands just now, she just took out the ice-white jade hairpin and let the three thousand green hair spread on the snow-white shoulders and back.

Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand it in his previous life. In this life, he also followed the custom of the Zhou Dynasty and had long hair for wearing crowns. Only then did he realize that it was really comfortable to let his hair down when sleeping, but it was uncomfortable to tie it up.

"Long Ling..."

Ouyang Rong's right hand was inconvenient to touch, so he played with an ice-white jade hairpin with two fingers, and the pendant made a crisp sound.

After playing for a while, Ouyang Rong found that the two pendants on it seemed to be able to be removed, separated from the hairpin, and muted. He couldn't help but take it to his eyes, observe and study, and prepare to try it.

As a result, the next moment, Zhao Qingxiu took it back.

He is not allowed to move.

Ouyang Rong smiled.

Suddenly asked:

"Does the embroiderer know my handwriting?"

Zhao Qingxiu stopped and wrote on his chest:

【What word】

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes, looked at her puzzled face, shook his head and said:

"fine."

Zhao Qingxiu took the initiative to write:

[Can you tell me about her?]

"who?"

[That sister Xie that Tanlang mentioned, didn’t Tanlang want to take me back to attend my aunt’s birthday ceremony? You have already introduced your aunt, and this girl Xie rarely mentions it]

Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment and briefly told the story of how he and Xie Lingjiang knew each other from acquaintance.

Zhao Qingxiu listened very seriously and did not interrupt Ouyang Rong in the middle.

Ouyang Rong finished speaking.

She sniffed.

[It is normal for a woman to like such an outstanding man as Tanlang]

Ouyang Rong asked back: "What about Xiu Niang?"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head.

[The embroiderer is mute, can’t see, and is missing her little finger]

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"The embroiderer doesn't know how good she is."

The two of them were silent for a while.

Seeing that it was late and the two of them were still sweating, Ouyang Rong searched for it and found a sky-blue ribbon on the wrinkled sheets.

However, this ribbon is not clean anymore. It is wet. It was bitten off during the fierce moment and tied to the Haowan...

Ouyang Rong withdrew his hand, got up and got out of bed, lit the lamp, put on his clothes and went out.

He took the initiative to get a clean towel and a hot water basin, sat on the edge of the bed, and first wiped his neck, neck and arms, and washed them.

After all, this is the room where the Fang sisters lived before, and there are no Xiu Niang's belongings in it.

When the two of them were deeply in love just now, Ouyang Rong couldn't care too much, so he chose the nearest room as he pleased.

On the vermilion bed, Zhao Qingxiu hugged the quilt and silently looked at Ouyang Rong who took the initiative to clean up.

At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned to look at her, and she was so frightened that she shrank back into bed.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. Why are you hiding?" He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Qingxiu buried her little head and remained silent.

Even though the two of them have been in such close contact, the lights are brightly shining, and the daughter's family is thin-skinned, so she is still embarrassed after all...
To be continued...