Abandoned wives are also arrogant: Evil King, if you have the guts to marry me Chapter 50: The Ambiguous Traveling Version of Romance of the West Chamber 10
Chapter 50: The Ambiguous Traveling Version of Romance of the West Chamber 10
She cried silently, her tears like broken beads
Helpless, Ruyi had to boil some ginger soup and serve Chu Chu to drink it.
Qiao Chuchu spent the entire day and night in a coma.
When I fell asleep, I felt like I had a very real dream.
In the dream, I am hugged by myself
Hold on tightly, listen to what he keeps saying, "Xinyue, Xinyue, A'xiao is here, don't be afraid of infecting A'xiao with the disease, A'xiao is in good health!"
Axiao!
She murmured in her sleep
In this life, is there really such a man who cherishes me so much that even when he is sick, he wishes he could take his place?
For a moment, she felt suspicious
But her body was always embraced by others, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aura lingered around her.
His hands touched his body
Those warm hands caressed my body so gently
Then came his kiss, his kiss was so gentle
When it fell on her body, she felt that she was like the grass seedling that had been in drought for a long time, eager for the moisture of rain and dew.
He bit his earlobe, a gentle bite that was like ecstasy and bone-crushing.
Her heart trembled, and she cried out, wu...ah...
He smiled
"Bad girl, don't get excited. When you get better, see how I deal with you!"
This voice is full of domineering and arrogant, as if she is the green vegetable on his plate?
In this dream, Qiao Chuchu really wanted to open her eyes and see clearly what he looked like
Even if he loves Xinyue, the legendary Xinyue Palace Master, then he still wants to know what he looks like?
From the words of the old nun named Du Siniang, she knew that the Xinyue Palace Master must be a very remarkable person. Otherwise, why would those people in silver try every possible means to rob the pills in Du Siniang's hand?
That pill, what exactly is it??
Heart-shaped, neither big nor small, like an apricot kernel?
She was thinking like this, and what he sang softly in her ears was gentle, like a lullaby. Soon, she fell asleep deeply in his arms.