Mai Mai's face was already red, but her starry eyes swept over him lightly, "I thought King Qing should know."
Wan Qiqing's eagle eyes widened, and his hands felt the strength. Mai Mai grabbed his hand in pain, but his hands held her tightly like iron pliers. It became more and more difficult to breathe, and her legs
He could only kick helplessly.
Did he want to strangle her to death like this?
Qing'er, her Qing'er...
Unexpectedly, the strength on his neck suddenly disappeared. Wan Qiqing stared at her gloomily and slowly walked out of bed.
The sudden inhalation of a large amount of oxygen was followed by a violent cough, until tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. Mai Mai quickly grabbed the quilt next to him and covered himself.
Wan Qiqing's eyes never left the person on the bed, but he shouted outside, "Bring Mrs. Jie!"
"yes!"
The sudden voice outside the house responded respectfully.