Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"Are you ready?" Rong Junchu urged, her sweet taste mixed with sake in his mouth and nose.

"Hurry up, your hair is caught in the zipper of your clothes, don't move me and I'll fix it in a while." Song Qingzhu lay on his body and used his hands to fiddle with his hair. It was tightly entangled several times, and he couldn't get it out for a while. a feeling of.

Rong Junchu lay flat on the ground, enduring this woman messing around on her body.

Every time she moved, all the cells in his body became extremely sensitive, and he tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart.

"You raise your head a little, and you'll come out immediately." Song Qingzhu said while pulling his hair.

Rong Junchu raised his head up, and the distance between the two became very close, so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching the tips of their noses, and they could even feel each other's breathing.

Song Qingzhu concentrated on her hair, her long eyelashes half covered her eyes, her small mouth was pouted, she looked cute and cute.

It would be great if she could be so obedient all the time and not make him angry.

Rong Junchu sighed and imprinted her deeply in his eyes.

Just when Song Qingzhu was about to get his hair out, Rong Junchu lay back all of a sudden.She also fell into his arms defenselessly.

"I'll get it right away, what are you doing?" Song Qingzhu complained, he ruined most of the day's effort.

"Who told you to do it so slowly, my neck is numb." Rong Junchu said.

"Then you sit up, let's sit and do it." Song Qingzhu withdrew her body, her hair was almost tangled up to her roots, and she couldn't retreat too far.Her head still had to be pressed against his chest.

"Don't move around." Rong Junchu warned, but there was a curved arc on his lips.

Rong Junchu sat up with his arms supporting his body, Song Qingzhu's head was pressed against his chest, and his body could only sit on his legs.

"..." It was embarrassing, but she made this suggestion, and she insisted on it even if she cried.

"Why can't I get it out!" Song Qingzhu became more and more flustered the more he wanted to quickly pull out his hair. He was about to succeed, but another strand of hair got entangled.She is so anxious that she wants to cry now.

"How long are you going to do it? Do you want to make my legs numb?" Rong Junchu said with a suppressed voice.

His deep voice was magnetic and reached her ears at close range.

Song Qingzhu's body couldn't help trembling, why did this man lean so close to her, and still speak close to her ear.

"Stop talking, didn't you see that I didn't stop, haven't I been doing this all the time?" Song Qingzhu was about to go crazy, his face flushed like a ripe fruit.

Rong Junchu sat and watched her doing it, and found it very interesting that her face became as interesting as a palette.

"You can do me a favor too, sit still." Song Qingzhu complained.

"You didn't let me move just now." Rong Junchu retorted with a calm expression.

"..." Song Qingzhu saw him take it for granted, his teeth itched with anger.

"If it really doesn't work, just cut your hair." Rong Junchu suggested.

"That won't work!" Song Qingzhu directly denied it without thinking, "Give me a little more time and it will come out, don't pay attention to my hair."

"Then you do it." Rong Junchu simply spread his hands and watched her tossing.

10 minutes passed, and 10 minutes passed, and her hair still hadn't come out.

"Why can't I get it out, ahhhhhh!" Song Qingzhu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

When Rong Jun first saw her blushing little face was about to cry, he really couldn't stand it anymore.He sat up straight, put one arm around her body, and pulled the distance between the two of them.

Song Qingzhu instinctively wanted to hide back, but was pushed back by him forcefully.

"Don't move." Rong Junchu's warm words sprayed in her ears.

Song Qingzhu didn't dare to move, as if he pressed the pause button.

He wrapped her hair with one hand, and his slender fingers held her hair in a very beautiful circle.

"Okay." In less than ten seconds, the hair was successfully pulled out of the zipper.

Song Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief, and finally got it open.

If I knew it was so simple, I should have let him do it.

Song Qingzhu wanted to stand up, but when he moved, he found that he was holding him in his arms. The two of them were tightly pressed together. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and he didn't intend to let go.

"Please let go, I'll get up." Song Qingzhu muttered, lowering his head not to look into his eyes.The two people are too ambiguous now, even the surrounding air is burning.

Rong Junchu acted as if he didn't hear her, the hand holding her didn't relax.

"Let go, I'm almost out of breath." Song Qingzhu said, raising his head slightly to meet his eyes.

Rong Junchu's deep eyes looked at her, and the inside was no longer calm and cold, but turbulent.Song Qingzhu looked at him and felt that he was about to drown.

If the two continue like this, they don't know what will happen.Song Qingzhu felt that he looked like a completely different person today, he had nothing to do with coldness and indifference, and the burning in his eyes was more like flames.

Song Qingzhu knew what it was, the way a man looks at a woman.

Her back was stiff and she dared not move. "What are you doing?" she asked in a low voice defensively.

Rong Junchu didn't speak, but still looked at her like this, he pressed down almost to press her lips.

Song Qingzhu had no way to retreat, at this moment her whole body was wrapped in his arms, she closed her eyes, and even breathed carefully.

Will he kiss her?This idea keeps circling in my mind, and my heart keeps beating.

"Master Jiu, your phone number."

At the critical moment, Butler Rong's voice sounded outside the door.

"Understood." Rong Junchu replied, with a little irritability in his voice.

But Housekeeper Rong never disturbed him easily because of trivial matters. This time, he chose to come here when he was doing rehabilitation training, which showed that the person or matter who called was very important.

When Rong Junchu let go, Song Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief, and then ran away quickly, almost fleeing from his embrace like a rabbit.

She stood up and fiddled with her clothes and hair, not knowing where to put her hands in a panic.

"You have something to do. That's the end of today's training. I'll go out first." Song Qingzhu had to hurry up and leave the room without looking at his face, otherwise his heart would definitely jump out.

"Wait." Rong Junchu stopped him.

"What else is there?" Song Qingzhu reluctantly stopped, frowning at him.

Rong Junchu stretched out a hand and said to her, "Do you just want to leave like this without helping me up?"

Song Qingzhu felt aggrieved, butler Rong was outside, as long as he said something, butler Rong would come in to help him, why did she have to do it.

"Don't forget that I helped you a lot just now." Rong Junchu said with the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes fell on her slightly messy hair.

Did it help me a lot? Just now he said he was going to cut her hair.Song Qingzhu knew that his resistance was useless, even if he said it, he would be choked by him.