After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

For the second time to go to bed, Ji Ruoqing finally tasted a little bit of fun because she would no longer feel the pain.

If you don't need her to move.

But this is a novel, after all, although Ye Qianchen is only the second time, but the author's mother has long given him the magical talent that is born to be in all poses.

…so.

It is impossible for Ji Ruoqing not to move. She not only has to move, but also acts as a bull under the tyrant's stern eyes and the lash of words.

The tyrant didn't seem to know what acting was, and said something like "I've been looking for you for a long time, I missed you very much", but he didn't do anything good for her.

The behavior is rude, the words and deeds are harsh, anyway, how tortured her how to come.

Ji Ruoqing wanted to cry without tears, so she could only click on the song "Green" and let the system put it in her mind.

Tell me if you love me~Don't do the thing that loves me~...

Ye Qianchen knew the taste of the marrow, and didn't know how many days he didn't mean to satisfy him, and kept urging Ji Ruoqing to move on her own.

Ji Ruoqing only felt exhausted physically and mentally, and didn't even have the mind to count how many times she had come. She has been wandering in the contradiction between extreme exhaustion and extreme sourness and desire, immortality, desire and death.

A shower gradually started outside the Qianchen Hall. It hit the eaves and white jade steps outside the hall, ticking, and the hanging spider orchids swayed in the wind and rain, but the two inside the hall didn't know it.

Only the head of the lamp, the bottom of the bed, the middle of the tent, the whole room is charming and full of spring.

…

The tide finally dissipated, Ye Qianchen's slender fingers were still resting on the cinnabar mole at the end of Ji Ruoqing's eyebrows, and he did not leave from beginning to end, his eyes were gentle and gentle, as if he had seen another person through her.

Ji Ruoqing had long understood that she was the substitute for Bai Yueguang in Ye Qianchen's heart, and she helped Ye Qianchen get rid of her loneliness before she found it.

Although she didn't understand why Ye Qianchen had guarded her body like Yuyu for Bai Yueguang for so many years, she suddenly stopped guarding.

But she dared not ask, and was not interested in knowing.

At the moment she only feels that her waist is sore, her legs are cramping, and her legs are cramped.

Her body was so sore and swollen that she didn't seem to be her own, but the tyrant didn't let her go, still pressing on her cinnabar mole, his eyes focused on some pathological nostalgia.

Ji Ruoqing suddenly remembered that she couldn't describe it so many times, no matter what the love. When she moved, Ye Qianchen never kissed her or even hugged her.

Either he pressed her neck fiercely, or watched her move while sitting on it.

In short, it feels very strange that two strangers or even enemies are doing the most intimate things.

Tired to tired, sour to sour, hard to toil, but Ye Qianchen's technique seems to be getting better and better.

This is also the setting in the novel, from the beginning of the rampage who knows nothing to the final ecstasy.

It's just a pity that when he finally picked one out of his superb skills, she didn't have the chance to do it with him, all belonged to Bai Yueguang.

Thinking of this, Ji Ruoqing couldn't help but sighed, but it was a soft sigh, but it looked extraordinarily heavy in the silent night.

Ye Qianchen pressed the fingertips of the cinnabar mole on the tail of her eyebrows for a while, and quickly re-twisted her small mole again, her voice was slightly dumb, maybe it was just over.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Ruoqing didn't expect Ye Qianchen to care about her, and was a little caught off guard, but the system reminded her that Ye Qianchen was bored by her sigh, so she asked her one more question.

"..." Ji Ruoqing naturally knew that the crazy things in her mind just now couldn't be said, but Ye Qianchen's question was asked suddenly, and her brain reacted unhappily, and she gave the worst answer for a while.

"Thinking that I won't be able to wait for bed in the future..." Halfway through the conversation, Ji Ruoqing realized that this was quite inappropriate, and she hurriedly stopped.

But Ye Qianchen’s eyes were already filled with a thick color of contempt and disgust, and the hand stroking the cinnabar mole on the tail of her eyebrows also withdrew, and he stood up and said coldly, “Since I’m so reluctant, I’ll be lonely tomorrow. Can I call you to bed?"

Ji Ruoqing looked at the deep dislike and contempt in his eyes, as if unaware, the corners of her lips raised a sweet smile, her apricot eyes were curved like crescents: "Okay, the concubine will thank the king for his long favor first. !"

[System: Ding! Congratulations on completing the task. 】

At the same time, Ji Ruoqing immediately saw the favorability indicator on Ye Qianchen's head.

Just watched the favorability [-1][-1] keep jumping, and under Ye Qianchen's cold eyes, there was no sign of slowing down.

"..." Ji Ruoqing looked dumbfounded, did she do anything insulting people and gods? Is this favorability falling too fast?

Just when Ji Ruoqing looked at the madness of the popularity level at a loss, worrying about whether it would drop below that and be directly killed by Ye Qianchen, a court lady walked in with a crimson peony moire dress.

Because the previous clothes have been torn to pieces by... Ye Qianchen.

One can imagine how violent and crazy he is.

After the maid walked in, the favorability of Ye Qianchen's head didn't drop. He leaned on the railing of Luohan's bed, staring at her coldly, obviously waiting for her to put on her clothes and leave quickly, so don't be annoying here.

Ji Ruoqing knows how to look at people, and she also wants to leave quickly, staying in this Qianchen Hall for a second is torture, as if a hundred small needles are piercing her.

It's just... She didn't wear anything on her body, only a brocade covering the shameful place, but this brocade was covered by her and Ye Qianchen together, and it also covered his shameful place.

So... how can she leave under Ye Qianchen's cold and unbiased sight, and put on this long skirt smoothly...

Ye Qianchen didn't seem to have noticed her embarrassment. He only watched her coldly, with the words disgust and "quick roll" in his eyes.

Ji Ruoqing's apricot eyes flashed with a starting point, like water, she bit her lip and asked: "Wang, do you... hate concubines?"

Ye Qianchen's face was expressionless, but the sense of disgust in his eyes replied undiminishedly: "How come? I've been looking for you alone for many years."

"..." Ji Ruoqing felt that Ye Qianchen's poor acting skills were so bad—

If he wears a book, he will definitely not survive the first chapter.

But now it's her who wears the book, and she has to live to the twenty-sixth chapter to be considered successful.

So now Ji Ruoqing can only cry with grievances, and pretend to say: "Wang likes concubines...concubine thinks..."

Too much tweaking, half-hearted, Ji Ruoqing pretended to be choked so hard to speak, she simply didn't bother to say anything.

And Ye Qianchen didn't seem to be too lazy to return to her, still staring at her indifferently, probably to prevent her from daunting and refusing to leave.

Seeing that Ye Qianchen had no idea of ​​avoiding it at all, Ji Ruoqing didn't want to waste time anymore.

Anyway, where did you see each other? Are you embarrassed when you're done?

That's right, ashamed or ashamed.

Ji Ruoqing opened the brocade quilt with lightning speed, and draped the moon-white silk blouse on her body.

In Ye Qianchen's eyes, her movements were too fast, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

So I can only see a dazzling white, and a blush passing in front of my eyes.

In Ji Ruoqing’s eyes, Ye Qianchen’s favorability suddenly jumped from [-298] to [-295], and then quickly to [-290]. Finally, Ye Qianchen closed her eyes slightly to hide her struggling. Emotion, the favorability degree has returned to -295.

Ji Ruoqing suddenly realized.

Oh, so he likes her body.

Tsk tsk, just a few glances, this favorability will increase...

So here comes the problem. In the indescribable just now, he has watched her for so long, so why doesn't his favorability seem to increase at all?

Ji Ruoqing left the Qianchen Temple with the last doubt, and did not see the favorability of Ye Qianchen's head behind him. When the time came, he continued to jump repeatedly between [1] and [-1] in the process of gradually returning to transparency.

And there are complex emotions in his eyes, with aftertaste, guilt, enjoyment, disgust, satisfaction, self-blame...

Outside the Qianchen Hall, the rain still kept on, dripping down like a line along the eaves. The spider plant hanging under the porch seemed to have received too much rain and dew, and the delicate leaves were bent unreasonably.

Ji Ruoqing looked into the distance, and the night was so heavy that she couldn't see her head.

The wind at night is always very cold, blowing just in the direction of the Qianchen Temple, and it turned out to be wet on the face. After only standing for a while, water drops on the tip of the chin, dripping down.

Today, Ye Qianchen still did not send her a footstep, and there was no court lady from the Silk Cloud Palace to follow her, so now, she can only walk back alone.

Fortunately, she still remembers the way back.

It's just that the body is sore and weak, and it will go a little slow.

Ji Ruoqing wanted to turn around and ask the palace clerk of Qianchen Temple to borrow an umbrella, and then went back, but found that the door of Qianchen Temple had been closed tightly, and the entire hall had been blown out with the candlelight, dark and lacquered, as if everything just happened. They were all illusions, and no one was so silent as to exist, which cast a layer of fear in her heart.

Before she wore the book, she was just a little girl in her twenties. She grew up in an orphanage at most. She knew more about human feelings. She was very afraid of cows, ghosts and snakes.

Ji Ruoqing couldn't help but rubbed her hands, wiped the water drops on her face, rushed into the rain, and ran in the direction of Xianyun Temple.

…

In the Qianchen Hall, Ye Qianchen had just asked the palace people to put out all the lights in the hall.

He is accustomed to darkness and likes darkness, only then does he feel at ease.

Su Quan asked in a low voice in the darkness where his fingers could not be seen: "Wang, it is raining lightly outside, do you want to send the beauty back to the palace?"

In the darkness, only Ye Qianchen's extremely heavy sneer could be heard: "She is also worthy?"

"Then...the slave will send someone to give her an umbrella back to the palace, right?" Su Quan thought it was pitiful that the little girl walked out of the Qianchen Palace alone just now.

"No need." Ye Qianchen sneered impatiently, "Just let her go back in the rain."

This spring rain was extremely cold, Ye Qianchen was sitting on the dragon bed, and he could feel a little bit of coolness coming in far away from the door of the sleeping hall, and it was chilling.

If it rains like this...

Oh, since she wants to wait for bed so, let's see if she has this fate!

…

Ji Ruoqing ran in the rain, her teeth trembled from the cold.

The rain is not heavy, and it would be okay if it was left in the usual way, but the rain was so cold that it fell on the body as if ice hit the bones, and the whole body was chilly.

Ji Ruoqing felt that her whole face was beaten by the rain to look like her. If there was a mirror, she would definitely be able to see that she was now an ugly monster with purplish lips and pale face.

As for the clothes, they were soaked and stuck to the body, on the contrary, they tightened the cold.

Cold... She has never felt so cold... So what a wonderful thing not to get in the rain... I knew she had just smashed the palace door and asked for an umbrella...

Ji Ruoqing was so cold that her thinking was a little confused, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

However, not long after running out of the Qianchen Temple, she only turned a corner, and a figure was walking towards her far away holding an umbrella.

His body is like a jade tree, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, he is holding a hibiscus oil umbrella, and the night is raining like ink on the umbrella he is holding.

This is her brother.

When he walked to her, his voice became clearer and clearer in the rain.

He said. "I'll pick you up."