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The footsteps were getting closer. Meng Jiao was chewing on the thigh that had been torn off the lotus leaf chicken. When Bixi called out "Madam" from outside, she quickly stuffed the rest back into the space.

When Zhongli Weiran came in, he stepped right on the chicken bone that Mengjiao had thrown away in panic.

Meng Jiao laughed flatteringly and said that she didn't know why bones existed.

"Master?"

Zhongli Weiran stared at Mengjiao's greasy mouth for a long time, and finally handed her the noodles he cooked for her reluctantly.

"Don't eat too much greasy food at night."

Where did the greasy stuff in this room come from? Meng Jiao didn't dare to admit it now.

Hard-spoken

....I didn't eat...

"Okay, okay, my lady, would you like to try the noodles I made?"

"want!"

After she finished eating, Zhongli Weiran took care of her even more attentively, just like she had served him before.

Wipe her mouth, clean her face, undress her, meticulously,

Meng Jiao was originally nervous about her wedding night, but now she felt so comfortable that she just wanted to lean on his arms and moan.

Even when Zhongli Weiran fed her the wedding wine, she drank it with her eyes narrowed.

The shoes embroidered with peony flowers were almost hooked, and with a snap, they fell off.

Meng Jiao's ten pearl-like jade toes were tightly curled up. Only then did she realize that there was no more clothing on her body to cover her shame.

Zhongli Weiran always knew that his dear wife would take soft words but not hard words. He lifted the wedding quilt to cover her panic, hugged her, lowered his head and whispered her name in her ear.

His high nose occasionally caressed her hot cheeks, and his thin lips also brushed her fragile neck and shoulders, slowly moving down.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, the faint fragrance is refreshing, and her ice-like body is flawless.

He held her petite, limp body on his lap, and locked her slender waist tightly.

By the time Meng Jiao realized it, it was too late. She could only indulge herself and follow him.

"My lady, can you please call me husband?"

Zhongli Weiran tilted her head, her broken breaths hitting her beating pulse, pious and pleading,

As he stood up from his half-kneeling position, Meng Jiao lost her support.

I can only stick to the person behind me and reply tremblingly.

"Well, husband~"

In Zhongli Weiran's heart, the fragrance of the lotus that belonged to him suddenly blossomed, and an unknown force pressed on his shoulders.

He couldn't help but bend down, and with a muffled groan, he slid down the altar with his lover.

It was almost noon when Meng Jiao woke up the next day. She felt refreshed and the bed sheets were no longer the same as last night's. Not seeing Zhong Li Wei Ran, she simply turned over and huddled back into the quilt.

When Zhongli Weiran came in with a soup to replenish qi and blood, he saw a cute silkworm baby lying on the bed, with its palm-sized face sticking out, looking at him adorably.

Putting the chicken soup aside, he walked over and began to spin a silkworm cocoon, then put on her favorite pink clothes.

"Ma'am, get up and eat something before going to sleep."

Meng Jiao obediently stretched out her arms, and then asked him curiously,

"Why didn't Bixi and the others come in to serve us? Did you make this soup yourself?"

Zhongli Weiran took his time, putting clothes on her and then squatted down to put on her stockings.

"Let them guard outside the yard. It's just you and me in this yard these days. Isn't my lady happy?"

What does it mean that there are only two of them in the yard? Meng Jiao always feels that something is wrong, but she can't put her finger on it.

"No, I don't mind."

Soon, after eating, Meng Jiao realized what was wrong.

After dinner, Zhongli Weiran led her into the study. Meng Jiao could tell at a glance that the layout here was exactly the same as the study in Changsheng Garden when they first met.

Meng Jiao swallowed and turned around decisively, but was trapped between the door and herself by that person.

"Ma'am, why are you running? I just want you to see the painting I made."

"Really? You'll let me go after you finish reading it?"

Meng Jiao raised her head in confusion, and in return the man gave her a kiss with a chuckle.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you? I won't touch you if you don't want me to."

Meng Jiao finally let go of her strength, exhaled, and walked inside.

"Yeah, yeah, my husband is right."

Zhongli Weiran gently closed the door, turned around and walked towards his bookshelf, then took out a pile of scrolls and placed them in front of Meng Jiao.

"Please give me more advice, ma'am."

Meng Jiao waved at him, opened the scroll carelessly, and said to him politely,

"Okay, okay, your wife, I have some experience in painting, I..."

"Snapped!"

"Zhongli Weiran, you're telling me this is a painting?"

Zhongli Weiran walked innocently behind her, guiding her hand to slowly unfold the scroll, with just the right amount of force to open it.

"Yes, I have thought about it and realized that I love you so much, how can I hide it from you?

So today I will give you the things I have drawn since I met you, and I hope you can give me your guidance."

The scroll gradually unfolds, and the person in the painting is half-undressed, lazily resting on a couch in a stone pavilion.

Her stockings were removed, revealing two pairs of long, slender legs lying sideways and overlapping, with her skirt wide open, just enough to cover her ecstatic beauty.

This is a painting by Hammer, and it is clearly Meng Jiao’s erotic pornographic picture!

"You, you have no shame!"

Zhongli Weiran lowered his head, and his flexible tongue slowly slid down along the slender neck, his voice still sounding like that of a gentleman.

"My lady, what you said is wrong. Confucius and Mencius often said that food, sex and love are the nature of men and women. My lady just said that she wanted to finish reading it."

Meng Jiao was forced to flip through the pictures with a red face. Even though her face was completely red, she couldn't help squinting to see if the pictures he drew for her looked good.

Some are catching butterflies among the flowers, others are watching the moon by the bridge, but all of them are graceful and charming.

If ordinary people took a look at this painting, they would probably be like her, unable to control their emotions and lose their composure on the spot.

By the time Meng Jiao's clothes were completely undressed, just like in the painting, she was already lying on the desk, her voice weak and intermittent,

"Broken text~Take the meaning literally! Hmm~"

Zhongli Weiran leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, biting her lower lip as punishment.

"My wife is right in teaching me, but I will not listen."

"what!"

.....

Three days passed like this. When Meng Jiao woke up, she felt her hands and feet were cold and her whole body was sore.

During these three days, she felt like she had entered the Silken Web Cave. The demon always had all kinds of strange ways to lure her into submission. It was funny, but it was still fun for her.

Damn it, you deserve it!

But now it's really dry, and I can't get anything out.

If she continues doing this, she will really be in trouble~

Zhongli Weiran brought the familiar tonic soup into the room, and Mengjiao huddled into the quilt weakly.

This time she must hold her ground and be a stubborn silkworm that refuses to shed its shell.

Although she knew that she was partly responsible for what had happened, she couldn't lose the conversation.

So she scolded Zhongli Weiran one sentence after another. Zhongli Weiran was not angry at all, but felt that her timid expression was really adorable.

He walked forward and hugged her tightly in his arms, smiling gently as he watched her chattering non-stop.

Seeing that he didn't talk back, Meng Jiao's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Why don't you object?"

The smile in Zhongli Weiran's eyes became more and more intense, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"My lady is right."

His tone was gentle, his chest trembling slightly, making Meng Jiao's half of her body, which was leaning against him, soften.

Ugh, I can't go on any further.

"Do not laugh!"

Zhongli Weiran saw that she was really serious and finally controlled himself. He really couldn't tease her anymore. He was about to lose control of himself.

I have to go back home today.

Next time, next time for sure.