Who would raise a villain as a wife?

Qianqiao was originally very excited and followed the instructions on the drawing step by step, but he soon discovered something was wrong. What he thought was food was not food at all.

He wanted to resist, but He Yunjing tied his hands behind his back and tied them with a belt. Qian Qiao was so angry that he bit him when he couldn't hit him, but it still didn't change the fact that he was eaten.

Tears fell uncontrollably, Qian Qiao choked with sobs, "You lied to me, He Yunjing, you bastard!"

"Didn't I let you be on top? I put you down because you complained about the pain and said you didn't want it." He Yunjing pulled his wrist to his lips and kissed it. He struggled so hard that red marks were left.

This was totally different from what Qian Qiao had thought. He felt very aggrieved. He raised his head and opened his mouth to bite He Yunjing's neck, wishing he could tear off a piece of flesh.

He Yunjing endured it calmly and only continued when he had bitten enough. If his wife was disobedient, she would be taught a lesson. After a few more times, she would stop.

Sure enough, Qian Qiao soon stopped scolding him and started begging him with tears, calling him brother and husband, which made He Yunjing quite satisfied.

When He Yunjing got up early and got dressed, he took a look at the marks on his body. There were scratches and bites, it was really cruel. This was the first time he had been treated like this in so many worlds.

Looking at Qianxiu on the bed, she was clearly asleep, but her face looked sour, and I didn't know how much hatred she had. She would definitely make a fuss when she woke up.

He Yunjing lit a fire and cooked porridge in a casserole. It seemed that he would have to go around the area and get some game to eat later.

When the porridge was ready, Qianxiu woke up. She lay in a daze on the bed for a long time, and her eyes were instantly fixed on the small porcelain bottle. She reached out to grab it and threw it hard. The small porcelain bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces, leaving a pool of pink liquid like fruit jam, emitting a rich floral fragrance.

Make him mad!

I've been waiting for so long, but what's the result?

What's the difference between this and throwing him off a cliff?

Qianqiu was still not satisfied after smashing the porcelain vase. She looked up at He Yunjing who came in and snorted heavily, saying "Don't talk anymore".

What can He Yunjing do? He can only coax her.

He put down the bowl of porridge, picked up the new clothes on the shelf, and walked to the bed and sat down. "Okay, you've bitten me, you've scolded me, you shouldn't be angry anymore, okay? I made some porridge for you, have some?"

Qian Qiao ignored him and pulled the quilt over his head. He now rejected all of He Yunjing's sweet words, thinking they were all lies.

He Yunjing found it funny to see him like this, and since he couldn't pull the quilt up, he simply reached his hand in and gently scratched it a few times.

"Don't touch me! It's so annoying!" Qian Qiao yelled, and tried to pull it away with disgust, but lost her temper when she touched the broken end of He Yunjing's finger.

He slowly let go, poked half of his head out from under the quilt, and looked at He Yunjing with a wronged look on his face, "You won't let me."

Qianqiao felt really wronged. She clearly wouldn't give in, but she still lied to him, making him think that he could succeed. After waiting for so long, he was the one who got eaten.

He Yunjing didn't want to either, and held Qian Qiao's hands under the quilt, "If I don't lie to you, how long will you be so awkward with me?"

"Then you can't lie to me!"

"I'm not lying. At most, what I said is different from what you understood."

Qian Qiao frowned, "It's a lie! You clearly did it on purpose!"

"Yes, I did it on purpose!" He Yunjing lowered his head and moved closer, "My wife doesn't like it?"

The aggrieved face turned into shyness in a second, and Qianqiao instantly dreamed back to last night.

He Yunjing called him Ah Qiao at first, but after he was bullied and called him husband twice, He Yunjing changed his words and whispered in his ear calling him wife, over and over again.

Her cheeks burned, and Qian Qiao tried to dodge, but He Yunjing held her down under the quilt and asked her seriously, "Do you like it? Or do you hate it?"

"Don't ask anymore!" Qian Qiao was ashamed and angry. He covered his eyes with one hand and shut them tightly as if trying to cover up his ears and steal the bell. He didn't want to see He Yunjing at all. His head was full of fragmented images of being bullied last night. He felt ashamed.

Seeing this reaction, He Yunjing sighed deeply, but he couldn't let Qianqiu be like this.

He pulled his hand out and wrapped both the person and the quilt in his arms, then took the bowl of porridge aside and fed Qianqiu one spoonful at a time.

He Yunjing said earnestly, "It's best if you like me, but there's nothing you can do if you don't like me. You are my wife now, there is no turning back."

Qian Qiao swallowed the porridge in her mouth and looked at He Yunjing with a resentful look, "You lied to me and you're right?"

"I'm being unreasonable, so I'll apologize to you. As long as you don't want to be my husband, anything is fine."

"But I want to!" Qian Qiao was very stubborn. Seeing that He Yunjing was unmoved, she tugged at his clothes with eager eyes, "Just once, okay?"

"No!" He Yunjing refused directly and pinched his waist, "Don't act like a spoiled child, unless you want me to come a few more times so that you don't have the energy to compete with me."

Qianqiao suddenly became dispirited. He just wanted to be a top, but why was it so difficult?

Qianqiu sighed, then obediently opened her mouth and ate from the spoon handed to her by He Yunjing. The porridge tasted sweet but it was sour and bitter for Qianqiu, making her unhappy.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Qianqiu refused to come out of the quilt. She silently climbed back onto the bed from He Yunjing, wrapped herself up like a cicada pupa, turned her back to He Yunjing and refused to talk.

He Yunjing looked somewhat helpless, but seeing that Qianqiao was in such high spirits he thought there shouldn't be any big problems, so he went to tidy up the weeds near the cabin.

Since you'll be living here for several months anyway, you still have to clean up to make yourself comfortable. More importantly, you need food. You can buy rice and flour, but it's not convenient to buy meat and vegetables.

He Yunjing simply dug out two plots of land, moved the edible wild vegetables over, and caught a few pheasants and rabbits and put them in cages so that they could be eaten at any time.

He Yunjing originally wanted to go out and buy some more rice and flour, but seeing that Qian Qiao was in a bad mood, and there was really no one around here, he simply exchanged it directly from the system mall.

Ten hens and some fast-growing vegetables will probably be ready to eat soon as the temperature is maintained by the system.

Qian Qiao felt very strange. He held his chin and looked at He Yunjing who was making dumplings. When they came, they only had two packages, clothes and daily necessities, but where were the flour, hens and pork? Where did they come from?

He Yunjing didn't explain. He moved his hands quickly and pushed all forty or so dumplings into the pot after the water boiled.

The dumpling filling is very fragrant, and it becomes even more fragrant after being cooked. Served with aged vinegar and jujube, each one is so hot that you breathe in.

"Slow down, no one's going to snatch it from you. If it's not enough, I can make more and make other fillings."

Qian Qiao responded vaguely. She really felt that everything He Yunjing made was delicious. The bun skin was soft and the filling was fragrant. The dumplings were also delicious. She wanted to eat a pot of them.

But his stomach didn't allow him to do so. Qianqiao soon became full and kept burping, unable to stop.

He Yunjing felt helpless and amused. He reached out and stroked his back a few times, then pressed his knuckles, and the hiccups stopped instantly.

Qian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him eagerly, "Can we still eat dumplings tonight?"