Ling Luo was sitting on a soft chair in the yard, hugging Jianlong, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed after eating and drinking, leisurely basking in the sun.
"Luo'er~"
A certain wife slave stood behind and approached cautiously.
The big fat cat in Ling Luo's arms moved its pointed black ears slightly, raised its head, and its red-black eyes narrowed into a mean crescent shape.
Ling Luo, however, acted as if he didn't hear anything. He didn't even raise his head and continued to concentrate on helping the humble dragon smooth his hair.
"Luo'er~"
Seeing that his little wife was not moving, a certain wife slave took another step closer, took off a chair, came over, and sat down next to her.
Ling Luo paused while stroking Jianlong.
"Luo'er, are you thirsty? I'll give you some tea."
In front of Xuanyuan Yu is a stone table with a pot of tea on it. The smoke is rising and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.
A certain wife slave poured a cup of tea very diligently, held the purple sand cup in both hands, and handed it over.
Ling Luo's hand paused for a moment and continued to stroke the fur on the back of a certain big black cat.
But Jianlong felt as if there was a mountain pressing on his back. Xiaoluo was so strong!
"Madam, I was wrong. Forgive me."
A certain wife-slave has a very good attitude towards admitting her mistakes, and her pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes contain a smile that is three parts and a part doting.
The response to him was still silence.
The cheap dragon feels so hard.
He felt that the hair on his back was hurting, but he did not dare to say anything for fear of offending Xiaoluo and she would stop smoothing his hair in the future.
Alas, it’s really not easy to be born into a dragon!
"Madam, if you don't say anything, I will treat you as my forgiven husband." A certain shameless wife slave took a step closer, and shamelessly pressed half of her body close to Ling Luo's body.
He handed the purple clay teacup in his hand to his wife's lips and said, "Come on, Luo'er, I'll feed you."
"Meow!!"
Jianlong felt that the hair on his neck was about to be torn off, and he broke into a cold sweat from the pain.
He screamed, jumped up, and escaped from Ling Luo's clutches.
At the moment of escaping, he bumped into Xuanyuan Yu's wrist.
With a "pop" sound, the purple clay tea cup fell to the ground, and the tea flowed into the grassy ground and seeped into it.
The innocent bitch dragon "meowed" and fled in panic. He no longer wanted to be a miserable sandwich biscuit.
That couple, screw them!
As a result, the sad and angry Jianlong ran to the backyard to play with Black Feather.
Ling Luo finally turned around and looked at Xuanyuan Yu with an expressionless face.
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his long arms and took his wife into his arms.
The familiar scent of medicine spread along his nostrils and into his heart, tickling his heart.
"I haven't forgiven you yet." Ling Luo pushed away Xuanyuan Yu's embrace, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
"I know." Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head and buried it on her shoulder, deeply smelling the body fragrance overflowing from her white neck.
Ling Luo stiffened and asked, "Then you still won't let me go?"
"Don't let go!"
He hugged her tighter and tighter, his voice full of unquestionable determination, "I won't let you go until I die!"
"You are such a philandering man with a long criminal record!" Ling Luo pouted, venting the dissatisfaction that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.
"I'm sorry-" He hugged her tightly and refused to let go no matter how hard she struggled in his arms.
Her petite and soft body rubbed against her hard chest, and the temperature between the two of them increased inexplicably.