"Are you hungry?" Qi Mijing kissed her slightly pouty red lips, his clear eyes staring at her pretty red color, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Touching his belly, Bo Liuzhi said honestly, "I'm hungry." He paused and smiled playfully, "Ajing, I want to eat the crispy green pepper bamboo shoots you made, as well as glutinous rice balls, braised pork ribs, steamed crucian carp..."
Qi Mujing chuckled and tapped her nose, "Greedy."
"Then A Jing, are you going to do it?!" Bo Liuzhi glared at her beautiful eyes, as if as long as he said no, she would definitely pounce on him and bite him.
Qi Mujing laughed, leaned over and pecked her lips several times, and then took her hand and said, "Ajing, I obey..." The soft palms under the fingertips were rough, his handsome face was slightly gloomy, and his big hands were
Use sudden force.
"Well..." It hurts! Bo Liuzhi couldn't help but exhale, but he was afraid that the shrewd man next to him would detect the abnormality, so he quickly kept silent.
Suddenly, the man next to her suddenly let go of her hand, and the air condensed a bit.
Bo Liu shed several pounds of cold sweat on his back. He bit his lip and was afraid to look at him. He was preoccupied with thinking about how to deal with it.
Qi Mujing raised his eyebrows coldly, "Zhi'er, you know I don't like you lying."
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A stone room that is empty but filled with a cold air.
Half naked, wearing only a thin layer of white trousers, the muscular man was facing the stone wall. He held a thin snakeskin whip in one hand and struck him on his chest and strong back.
His bright eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty halo, as if the brutally beaten body was not his own. His teeth were biting tightly, even though the muscles on both sides of his cheeks were twitching violently due to pain.
, but he endured it and never said a word.
Suddenly, the door of the stone room was gently pushed open, and a cold wind rushed in. The man's fingers holding the snake whip violently exerted force, and the muscles and bones in his back shrank violently, and his hands kept twitching.
"Leng Yan, how many years have you followed me?" The quiet and cold voice was filled with deep anger.
Hearing this, Leng Yan stopped what he was doing, turned around, his hands hanging straight on his sides, and bowed his head respectfully, "Return to the young master, six years."
"Do you know why I keep you here?"
"Go back to the young master and protect your wife."
"Protect your wife?!" Qi Mujing lowered his voice slightly and scoffed coldly, "Tell me, how did you protect your wife?!"
When he saw the clear traces of blood on those delicate little hands, he knew that she must have used the flying dance he had taught her personally.
Flying is a unique skill of the Qi family.
Six years ago, when her persistence failed, he taught her personally. He also told her not to use it easily, let alone let others know about it.
She agreed wholeheartedly and was very happy, practicing diligently every day. However, she was more than smart but not qualified enough. She had learned the skills, but she still hurt her hands every time she used them.
Today he asked her and she lied, which was not a clever lie.
"..." Leng Yan tightened the corners of his lips, and there was a flash of annoyance on his cold face.
"These hundred salt whips should be used as a warning to you." Qi Mujing said solemnly, "If there is a next time, you will leave my residence!"