After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Ye Qianchen bends over and hugs Ji Ruoqing as a whole, then stalks to the bed of Huanghuali Arhat and smashes her onto the bed.

The bed was covered with thick mattresses and brocade quilts, so Ji Ruoqing didn't feel the pain, but Ye Qianchen's deep and silent gaze made her feel a little frustrated.

There was a fire in his dark pupils, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or desire. In short, he leaned over and pressed it down.

Ji Ruoqing was taken aback, and quickly raised her slender jade hand to block his solid and cold chest: "Wang, my concubine has not yet rinsed his mouth and cleaned his hands..."

What Ji Ruoqing just ate just reached her throat, and her belly was a little swollen. She didn't want to exercise vigorously with Ye Qianchen, so she had to rack her brains to make a fuss about Ye Qianchen's habit of cleanliness and try her best to delay time. .

Ye Qianchen’s gaze rested on Ji Ruoqing’s rosy, rosy lips, and the crystal clear soup was still full, but he was not nauseated at all, even thinking about...

But he would not kiss her.

She waited in bed so many times, he had never touched her mouth, because...she was just a plaything, so how matched...

Ye Qianchen turned sideways, sat on the side of the bed, and urged coldly, "Go."

"Yeah..." Ji Ruoqing was amnesty, and quickly urged Grape to bring her hot water and a veil to come in.

Ye Qianchen sat aside coldly and looked at her. After noticing the look that she had escaped a catastrophe, her eyes grew colder, her anger grew worse, and the blue veins on her forehead loomed out.

But Ji Ruoqing is still dawdling.

It seems to be a slow, dignified and elegant gargle and cleansing hands, but Ye Qianchen just saw her feasting, but felt that this elegant and gentle temperament was extremely inconsistent with her.

Obviously, I don’t want to wait for the bedtime, and I’m dragging it slowly, and I have to rinse my mouth three times. Is this when he can’t see it...?

The anger on Ye Qianchen's face became more intense, and he walked directly over, picked up Ji Ruoqing again, and slammed it on the bed.

The soft mattress sank deeply because of the sudden slam, too soft and too deep that Ji Ruoqing couldn't struggle for a while.

In desperation, Ji Ruoqing had to continue to stretch out his hand to support Ye Qianchen's compressed body, and said hesitantly: "Wang...concubine, concubine hasn't bathed yet...!"

Ye Qianchen paused for a while, and then continued to press down with a force of pressure, with a dumb voice, "It's okay."

Ji Ruoqing:...

What about the good cleanliness? ! Does the Miqing Worm care about anything? ? ?

Ji Ruoqing still supports Ye Qianchen's chest, her wrists are frosted, her apricot eyes are watery: "The king...the concubine hasn't worn a veil..."

"..." Ye Qianchen's face sank instantly, her eyes bursting with anger, and she turned over and got off Ji Ruoqing, staring at her angrily.

The veil she lifted immediately reminded him of the white fuchsia orchid, as if a basin of cold water poured on his head, completely annihilating the heat and desire of his whole body, leaving only endless frost and anger condensed in his eyes.

Ye Qianchen became angry from embarrassment, stretched out his hand to grab Ji Ruoqing's white collar, and said every word: "Ji, Ruo, Qing...!"

Ji Ruoqing likes to see Ye Qianchen angry. After all, she can't be tortured by him alone, she always has to return.

So Ji Ruoqing's eyelashes fluttered a few times, Xing's eyes were clear and innocent, with puzzled incomprehension and cautiousness, he hesitated and said: "Didn't the king say...If the concubine doesn't wear a veil, she won't look like a Lanmei..."

Ye Qianchen smiled with anger, with an angry smile on his stern face. He didn't know when he said such things...?

Good, Ji Ruoqing, you are very good!

This abrupt interruption seemed to abruptly break the sharp arrow that was on the string ready to go, and his lower abdomen was so uncomfortable that he wanted to pinch off the thin white neck in front of him.

Even if she doesn't let him get better, then she can't think about it.

Ye Qianchen gritted his teeth, clamped on Ji Ruoqing's luscious lower jaw, and said slowly: "If this is the case, you should pay back the lone amethyst hosta."

Ji Ruoqing: "...!!!"

Originally, she was secretly poking and admiring Ye Qianchen's thunderous expression, feeling very proud, but with his words, her schadenfreude instantly disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly looking at Ye Qianchen vigilantly, she silently took out her amethyst hosta from under the pillow and hugged it in her arms.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the baby must not be lost!

Ye Qianchen saw her look like a dog holding a fleshy bone to protect food, her apricot eyes were big and bright, and his whole figure was reflected vigilantly, and she couldn't help feeling a bit ridiculous.

He sneered, stretched his slender fingers over, pinched a sharp point exposed by the jade hairpin in her arms, and said in a deep voice, "Let go."

Ji Ruoqing really wants to slap herself in the face, will she be over if she waits for bedtime? Why does she have to stimulate Ye Qianchen and mention the beauty of Lan, so that the baby is not guaranteed now.

Ji Ruoqing's jade fingers quietly put on Ye Qianchen's fingertips, and with a little bit of effort, he pushed his fingertips away from the jade hairpin, and said with a smile: "Wang, you can play with your concubine. Day..."

Ye Qianchen's eyes dimmed, passing by her lush white fingertips.

Hell, he felt that his whole body was scorched and uncomfortable as soon as his fingertips touched her soft and crispy fingertips, and another flow of heat rushed up from the bottom to the top.

Fuck, he was definitely hit by evil.

Ye Qianchen spoke, and found that his voice became more and more dull, somewhat obscure and dry: "Want...?"

"Yeah!" Ji Ruoqing nodded solemnly, her apricot eyes were shining, and she looked at him with a longing gaze, and then lowered her head and looked at the amethyst jade hairpin in her arms.

"...Since you want, let Gu look at your skills?" Ye Qianchen suddenly leaned back, leaning on the shelf beside the bed, spreading his hands in a line, so that he could look at her in time.

This pose...

Ji Ruoqing glanced at the slightly bulging part of his dark black golden silk dragon robe, and realized that this was the upper part of the rice worm again.

Ha ha.

What can she do with this dazzling intimidation and temptation...?

Ji Ruoqing's gaze fell on Ye Qianchen's face, looking at his fairy-like appearance. The cold gaze in the past seemed to be soaked with three minutes of ice and snow, which made people afraid to look at him.

But now, it has already become scorching blazing, squinting her eyes slightly, and her eyes patrolling her body with scorching blaze, which is a bit more dangerous than the violent and ruthlessness of the past.

Obviously he was born so good-looking, but with such a personality, it is a pity that such a good skin bag...

Ji Ruoqing sighed in her heart and comforted herself. It was all for her baby, so she went to the nightclub and called a duck.

The duck wants money, Ye Qianchen is giving away for nothing...!

Thinking about it this way, it seems that she still earned...?

After making enough psychological preparations, Ji Ruoqing pursed her lips, and a stunning smile appeared on the beautiful Furong face: "The concubine will... take care of Wang Kuanyi first."

Her tender little hand came over and fell on his waist through the clothes.

Obviously it was such a light and fluttering movement. Obviously, he felt his whole body stiffened behind the thick and soft cloth.

The raging fire ignited a prairie fire, and instantly burned all over his body.

Ji Ruoqing's soft and boneless hands were placed on the buckle of his jade belt, her apricot eyes were slightly closed, and she untied earnestly, then suddenly said, "The king...concubine wants to beg you for something..."

"What's the matter?" Ye Qianchen opened his mouth and realized that his voice was so dumb.

Ji Ruoqing bit her lip and whispered, "Since the king wants to see what her concubine is capable of, then... later, can the concubine have the right to act by herself..."

It won't be painful for her to take the lead, just use him as a tool.

"...Okay." Ye Qianchen's eyes darkened and darkened, and there was already a dark desire.

Listening to her delicate and soft voice, looking at her eyes that seemed to be full of moonlight, and the slender jade hands that were as smooth as crumbs on her waist.

Ye Qianchen's brain was blank, and her body was stubborn, let alone what she mentioned was a request that sounded ecstasy.

Even if he was about to lose his life on her right now, he was willing.