Ming Lanruo was stunned: "What...what did you say?"

Cang Qiao took a picture from the bookshelf, spread it on the table, picked up a pen to dip ink, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Why, don't you?"

Ming Lanru looked at him with a smile, and somehow she felt a turbid air in her heart.

Even if she doesn't want to, he will force her to "do"

She tightened her fingers loosened and tightened, and finally stood up. When her fingertips loosened, her already broken skirt spread out.

Ming Lanruo took off her dress with her fingers tremblingly, and the soft skirt fell down her snow-white thighs, and piled up on the ground in a charming and seductive posture.

No matter how angry the shame turned red on her face, no matter whether her body was stiff or not, her cold and bright eyes stared at him without blinking.

That was her pride and stubbornness that she refused to retreat.

As her dress scattered, Cang Qiao's eyes gradually became deeper, and the long fingers holding the pen gradually tightened under her eyes.

"I... look good?" She suddenly pulled out the hairpin from her head, and her long black hair was scattered. She asked provocatively, but there was a slight tremor in her voice.

"It looks good." After a while, Cang Qiao said slowly.

He lowered his long eyelashes to cover his shockingly dark eyes, and he gently lifted his pen and put it on the paper: "Sit down, you have tea at hand."

Ming Lanruo sat down, and she clasped her palm tightly.

There was a burning ground dragon in the room. Even if she was naked, she couldn't feel the cold. She had tea and snacks at hand.

The tea is Biluochun, and the dim sum is crystal cake, which she likes.

so......

Is this punishment, provocation or... temptation?

Ming Lanruo could no longer tell the difference. The air was filled with the smell of deep water on his body, covering every inch of soft and tender skin on her body.

Like this burning earth dragon, in this winter, the heat seems to melt people.

Cang Qiao didn't speak anymore, but stood at the table and wrote intently.

Every time he wrote, it seemed to be on her body, with a mysterious trembling. Ming Lanruo's palm was filled with sweat. At the end, she was already numb.

I don’t know how long it took to see him stop writing and quietly look at the paintings under his pen.

Ming Lanruo couldn't help but ask quietly: "Is it finished?"

Cang Qiao said lightly: "The new skirt is in the cabinet."

Minglan Ruoru received a general amnesty and immediately took her skirt and put it on quickly. This was probably the fastest time she had worn clothes in her life.

After putting on her dress, she stood up and could see the paintings on his desk.

She is the legitimate daughter of the Duke of the Kingdom, and she is involved in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. At a glance, she can see that the picture is not a new work, but an unfinished old work.

This time, Cang Qiao has just completed the unfinished work.

The fine brushwork on the painting depicts the beauty, just like her now, leaning softly on the couch.

Ming Lanruo's pink face was already red, but at this moment, she couldn't help biting the corner of her lips and became weak all over.

She asked calmly: "Why don't you draw a face?"

The beauty in the painting still has no face, or she only pointed a touch of bright red lips, and nothing else was left.

"Is it good?" Cang Qiao held up his pen, suddenly raised his narrow eyes and looked at her with a smile.

This is what she had provoked him before.

She pinched her sleeves tightly with her slender fingers, and her bright eyes refused to admit defeat, "Isn't it good-looking?"

What are you afraid of? Just the little things between men and women. She was not a young man in her previous life. What do you don’t know if she was a spy?

Cang Qiao looked at the stubborn beauty in front of him with his faint eyes. He suddenly lowered his eyes, as if he asked and answered: "It looks great, it looks good everywhere."

Ming Lanruo's face turned red in an instant, and her eyes were filled with shy mist. She covered her chest, took a step back, and turned around and wanted to run away.

But Cang Qiao pulled the chain of the shackles with his backhand.

Ming Lanruo gritted her teeth and struggled with embarrassment: "Let me go!"

She is not that shameless.

Cang Qiao's eyes fainted a shocking charm: "If you don't want to be punished again, stay away from those men obediently, otherwise next time, it will be more than just drawing."

Ming Lanruo suddenly stopped struggling, looked at him and smiled sarcastically: "Cang Qiao, you can don't want me, but you should know that I can come out, not just your charity, I can help you cure the yang shrinkage disease, we have a deal!"

But Cang Qiao suddenly lowered her eyes and untied her hand shackles with a faint expression.

Chapter completed!