Hearing the sound, Zhong Qing turned around and blushed. He had actually been watching her take off her clothes.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her exposed skin, but he stretched out his hand to stop her movement and smiled: "Are you shy? Huh?"
His voice was as charming as if it had been dipped in alcohol. Her heart beat faster, she was extremely shy, and she lowered her head.
He raised his chin, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "Madam... you are so beautiful..."
Love without words.
Yi Jian was very lazy. He stretched out his hand leisurely and took her to lie on the bed. Her appearance was so beautiful that it made people enchanted.
His fingers were dishonest, touching her here and there.
She gritted her teeth and felt that her body was already warm and moist.
He took a slight breath and heard the fragments from the gift given by the fourth concubine. He blushed, then took a breath and said, "The young marshal gave me a very good betrothal gift."
"Oh?" Yi Jian raised her eyebrows, not realizing what she was talking about for a moment.
"Yesterday, the young marshal gave me a wedding gift. It's very good. Zhong Qing likes it very much..." Zhong Qing's voice was trembling a little. She bit her lip secretly and continued: "But marriage, isn't it?
Do you want to pay attention to courtesy?"
"Today, Zhongqing will give you a dowry for the young commander, okay?"
Yi Jian's eyes immediately filled with curiosity. Did she prepare a dowry for him?
He raised his eyebrows immediately and said in a rough voice with a touch of intoxication, "Okay."
Zhong Qing's body trembled slightly, then she stood up slowly, casually pulled on a red shirt, covered her body, and went to the side.
Yi Jian lazily stretched out his hand, supported his head, raised his gaze, and followed her graceful figure, his eyes kept turning.
But she saw Zhongqing walking to the table and taking a small porcelain bowl. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was swallowing. Yi Jian just thought she was thirsty and didn't take it seriously.
Zhongqing put down the bowl, thinking that she was going to get the dowry she had prepared for him, but who knew, she turned around and walked towards the bed.
Yi Jian frowned slightly, thinking that Zhong Qing was teasing herself.
Unexpectedly, Zhongqing opened the curtain and got on the bed, but she didn't dare to look at him. Instead, she stretched out her hand, touched his skin lightly and said, "Young Marshal, don't move."
