C2

In the evening.

Shen Zhiqiao stood at the door, and only after very carefully stroking her hair did she open the door. As expected, when she saw the moon-white clothes in front of the window, her brows curved, and happily pounced over, hugging him from behind, "Jing, when did you come back?"

"?"

"Jing, did you eat dinner?"

"?"

"Jing, I'm hungry."

"?"

Shen Zhiqiao's mouth twitched. She finally understood that this man was angry.

Tch, has she, Shen Zhiqiao, offended some sort of exalted deity in her previous life?

She could guarantee that if she didn't admit her mistake today and told him the reason, he would turn into ice and freeze to death.

The little head that was resigned to his fate hung down, and rubbed coquettishly against his back in a variety of ways.

"Jing, I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

"Zhi told me, where was it wrong?"

Her voice was clear as a spring.

Shen Zhiqiao hurriedly walked in front of him and held his waist with her small hands. After feeling that his big hands had finally reached her waist, she raised her head and looked at him with a pitiful expression, "I should not have left just because I was bored and didn't greet you when I was staying in the tent by myself, even more so I should not have left for this ?" Inside her small hand was a piece of warm jade that was completely white, the word "scenery" written clearly within the flowing clouds, "You didn't even have the time to hurry back to your house for dinner, and have even caused my family's Twilight Oba to become angry. It's my fault, Zhi admits her fault."

His voice became softer as he spoke, and the more he spoke, the more wronged he became.

Although he knew that this was only a small method that she used to win her pity, in his heart, he still did not like the tears carried in those eyes. His large hand caressed her pink face lightly and Qi Mujing sighed lightly, "Zhi, this time will be over, from now on, you can't ?"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Shen Zhiqiao immediately took her hand and stuffed the jade inside, saying anxiously, "Relax, I promise I won't do it again."

Qi Mujing's finger drew lines on his jade-like abdomen, but Qi Mujing narrowed his eyes, "Zhi, change your words!"

Change their way?!

Shen Zhiqiao was startled for a moment, then nodded her head: "Alright, Jing." In terms of wooden methods, the ones who were angered the most were the ones who did it.

Ye Zichen pouted. It was truly strange. Ever since he knew that oppa actually meant 'big brother', he never allowed her to call him oppa. He had even been angry at her for a long time for not changing her words.

"Hungry?" Qi Mujing kissed her lightly pouting red lips, his clear eyes staring fixedly at her charming red hue, his voice a little hoarse.

Touching her stomach, Shen Zhiqiao said honestly, "I'm hungry." Pausing for a moment, she then smiled mischievously, "Jing, I want to eat the green pepper bamboo shoots you made, as well as glutinous rice balls, braised pork ribs, steamed carp ?"

Qi Mujing chuckled, and tapped her nose, "Gluttony."

"Then is Jing willing to do it?!" Shen Zhiqiao glared at him, as though if he said no, she would pounce on him and bite him.

Qi Mujing laughed out loud, bent down and pecked her on the lips a few times, then held her hand and said, "Jing obeys your command ?" The soft palm beneath his abdomen was somewhat rough, his handsome face slightly sunken, and her large hand suddenly exerted force.

"Mm ?" Pain! Shen Zhiqiao could not hold back and let out a breath, but she was afraid that the smart guy beside him would detect anything amiss, and so she shivered.

Then, the man beside her suddenly let go of her hand, causing the air to freeze.

Shen Zhiqiao's back was drenched in cold sweat. She bit her lips and did not dare to look at him, and split her thoughts to think over how to pass the time.

Qi Mujing raised his eyebrows coldly, "Zhi, you know that I don't like you lying."

"..."

It was an empty stone room filled with a cold and gloomy aura.

The well-built man, whose lower body was only covered by a thin layer of white underpants, faced the stone wall. He held a snake skin whip in one hand and hit the half-naked man's back with the whip.

His eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, as if the brutally beaten body were not his own. His teeth were tightly clenched, and even though the muscles on both sides of his face were twitching in pain, he held it in, not saying a word.

Suddenly, the door of the stone room was gently pushed open, and a gust of cold wind violently blew in. The man gripped the snake whip tightly with his fingers, while the muscles and bones on his back twitched continuously.

"Leng Yan, how many years have you been following me for?" The clear and cold voice carried a hidden rage.

Hearing this, Leng Yan stopped what he was doing, turned around, and with both hands at his sides, he respectfully lowered his head, "Reporting to Young Master, six years."

"Do you know why I asked you to stay?"

"Replying Young Lord, protect Madam."

"Protect Madam?!" Qi Mujing raised his voice slightly, and sneered: "Tell me, how did you protect my wife?!"

When he saw the clear streaks of blood on her small, delicate hands, he knew that she must have used the dance he had taught her.

Soaring Sky was the unique skill of the Qi Clan.

Six years ago, he had personally taught her, but she had insisted on it. Furthermore, he told her that she should not be used carelessly, much less be known by others.

Naturally, she agreed and was extremely happy. She practiced diligently every day. However, he was more than smart and lacked the qualifications. The trick is to learn, but every time you use it, it still hurts your hand.

Today he had asked her, and she had lied.

"?" The corner of Leng Yan's lips tightened, a look of regret flashed across his cold face.

"Take this 100 Salt Whip as a warning." Qi Mujing said in a low voice, "If there is a next time, you can leave my Duke's Mansion!"

"Yes, Young Lord!"