An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The couple didn't speak, and the servants serving in the noon garden were the first to sense it.

After ten days or so, they finally got home. One of them practiced boxing in the yard until late at night, while the other washed up in the room and then rolled back into the tent without saying a word.

The other children didn't dare to come up to inquire, but Cheng Lao relied on her age to ask, "What's the matter?"

"What do you mean, what happened again?" the daughter in the tent muttered, and all the memories of that night suddenly floated up in her mind. Xiankelai was such a lively and fun place, but she felt uneasy all night.

Then he whispered again, "Forget it, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

"How could I not understand?" Old Cheng said earnestly, "Before the mistress sent me here, I followed you for a year no matter what I tried. I didn't dare to delay it. I said I watched you grow up, but I still know you. If you feel uncomfortable, you can't even tell me, an old woman. Who else can you tell in this mansion? You can't keep it to yourself forever."

Although this is true, Cheng Ai is indeed the person she trusts the most here, but she selfishly doesn't think they will understand. Even if Cheng Ai really loves her, she may not understand those concepts. Is she distressed because she can't interrupt in a group of men? Or does she think Nie Ce doesn't respect her and asks people to serve him in front of her?

It would be too pretentious to say it out loud. Even she was not sure if she could be so angry, let alone people of this era.

Her thoughts gradually sank in her sea of ​​consciousness. She stared at the plain gauze curtain in front of her. After feeling sad, she calmed down. She turned around and looked at the old mother beside the couch with her chin in her hand. "I am too stubborn in this matter. I don't blame him, but I don't want to change myself for the time being. So there is nothing much to say to him."

Maybe this matter will pass naturally.

She thought so secretly.

Just as Cheng was about to say something, the sound of the door being pushed open echoed through the bedroom. The two looked at each other. Cheng didn't even need anyone to signal her, and quickly stepped out from the sidelines, bumping into the Marquis. Before he could even ask her, she bowed and said, "The young lady hasn't gone to bed yet."

This didn't give Sang Ling a chance to pretend to be asleep, so she could only lie back on her side with her back facing the person coming in.

The corner of the couch behind him sank, and the gauze curtains on both sides were lowered. A faint scent of soapberry lingered in the tent, mixed with a little sweat after exercise. Nie Ce lay flat on his back with his hands under his head, and sighed again, "I didn't think carefully about the matter of Cao Xin."

There was only a little moonlight in the dark night. The person inside had bright eyes and put his hands under his face, saying "hmm" softly.

After a while, he continued, "That day, I wanted to take you to have fun. I thought about it these days, and you also asked those maids if they were unhappy about it."

He actually paid attention and did not ignore the question, so Sang Ling quickly said "hmm" again.

Nie Ce leaned to the side behind her, and then put a big hand on her waist. His tone changed and became teasing, "Are you jealous?"

"No." Sang Ling turned around quickly, "What vinegar do I have to eat?"

After he finished speaking, there was no reply. Instead, he still had a smile on his face, as if it was clearly written: Why are you pretending?

She had never known that she was such an easily provoked person. At first, Cheng Ao asked her in a nice voice, but she refused to say anything. But now, with just these words from Nie Ce, she couldn't hold it back any longer.

He said righteously, "You are clearly playing and chatting, saying you are taking me to play, but in fact I am just a vase there, what's the point? I have to watch you being served by a beautiful woman."

In fact, she really wanted to say that if she had the ability, she could call another handsome young man to massage her shoulders. Since everyone had a masseur, why couldn't she have one? After she finished speaking, she paused for a while and saw that Nie Ce just looked at her and smiled. Only then did she slowly come to her senses. The last sentence did seem to have a hint of jealousy - she couldn't help but pout her lips and looked back, "Yes, I am jealous."

In the dim light, the boy's facial features were clearly defined, and he stared with a smile that looked good, but also carried a triumphant challenge.

The first person to admit loses, as if it is the golden rule of emotional push and pull. Even so, Sang Ling was only flustered for a moment, then took the initiative and moved over, raised his chin, and said, "So, what?"

Before she finished speaking, Nie Ce turned over and hugged her in his arms. With just one hand, he could completely restrain her.

"It's not that bad, it's very good, Sang Ling." He turned over and pressed down familiarly, and in the blink of an eye he was on top of her.

Sang Ling didn't know what he said to pique this guy's interest, and he suddenly... Although the two hadn't seen each other for more than ten days, they were still not too unfamiliar. The young man put his forehead against the girl's mouth and sucked it without saying a word, not to mention the not-so-complicated things below.

If a military general becomes arrogant, it would be just a matter of a few moves.

"That's new clothing, I've only worn it twice!"

The moonlight was dim in front of the window, and the silhouettes of flowers and trees were lush. The white gauze curtain hanging at the head of the bed shook several times. Sang Ling was tossed around by a certain marquis and changed positions several times before he finally gave up.

Even though she was still angry just now, this was indeed the best way to resolve the rift. Although Nie Ce was sometimes a little reckless and always hurt her with his roughness, because of her timely feedback, he became more cautious and caring towards her, even when he wanted to try new positions, he kept asking her questions.

The joy between love and water, the joy between love and water, must be natural and harmonious to be called joy.

The process of exploration always requires communication. Once the two of them started talking, the discomfort hidden in their hearts temporarily sank to the bottom of the lake, and Sang Ling let himself indulge in his own consciousness.

Anyway, it's comfortable for two people.