Seeing her like this, he seemed to be addicted and wanted to tease her, so Yi Jian emphasized again: "Don't forget, underwear!"
Sure enough, Zhong Qing's face turned completely red.
Looking at such a shy woman, Yi Jian was slightly lost in thought... Perhaps, only at this time could he see her in her most natural state.
He stretched out his fingers and rubbed her hair intentionally or unintentionally. It was soft and smooth, with big curls, and draped over her shoulders.
He brushed her hair away, lowered his head, nibbled... bit her shoulder, and clearly felt that her body was stretched to the limit.
His body had not left her body at this time, and the two of them were tightly intertwined.
She couldn't tell whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable, she just felt that something was slowly overflowing from her body.
Her clothes were all stained.
But she didn't dare to hinder him.
She could only let him be like this... [There are a small number of words here, if you don't see it, please refresh it later], even at this time, she was already in a trance, and she couldn't tell...
A while ago, that cold young marshal, or this gentle young marshal now, which one is the most real him?
Yi Jian's lips trembled slightly, and then he slowly moved away from her shoulder. His eyes were very expressive, and he hugged her gently, let her stand up, and then let go slightly.
Opened her.
Zhongqing's legs were weak and she couldn't stand firm for a moment. She staggered, and his arms quickly stretched out and hugged her again.
There was a hint of teasing in the way he looked at her.
How could Zhong Qing dare to stare at him? She just felt so embarrassed that a thin layer of blush spread from her face to her steps.
He stood there awkwardly for a long time before he regained his balance.
Yi Jian then arranged her clothes, then put on her clothes without any haste, ordered someone to come over, put away the dirty clothes, took them to be washed, and then walked towards the door.
Zhongqing didn't know what he was going to do, and the words he had been emphasizing just now were lingering in her heart... She owes me a pair of underwear.
She was afraid that he would really take her to buy underwear, so she stood there motionless and asked: "Young Marshal, what are you going to do now?"
Yi Jian walked to the door. Next to him, there was a potted plant with pink flowers hanging all over the branches. Together with his blue and white suit, it gave people an illusion.
