After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Feng Qiwu leaned there lazily, his expression absent-minded, and with the wound on his abdomen that had just stopped bleeding, he looked like a noble, sickly young man.

He looked into Wen Ranyan's eyes and said lazily, "I even have to ask my wife to do the bow and arrow shooting for me. It's obvious that I'm at the end of my rope and there's nothing I can do."

Wen Ranyan stared at him intently for a long while, then suddenly sneered and asked, "Really?"

"Of course." Feng Qiwu picked up the wild fruit and ate it slowly, with a faint light flowing in his eyes and a smile on the corners of his lips.

Wen Ranyan glanced at his face again before retracting her gaze and eating the wild fruits she had picked with peace of mind.

The wild fruits taste good. They are large and juicy. The sweet taste spreads on the taste buds when you take a bite. After eating a few, they fill up my hungry stomach.

Feng Qiwu looked at her clothes that were still dripping with water, and couldn't help but frowned and said, "Take off your wet clothes."

Wen Ranyan also felt that the wet clothes were sticky and extremely uncomfortable, so she simply took them off, leaving only a small piece of clothing wrapped around her body. Her every move was extremely natural, without any shyness or embarrassment at all.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids, his eyes burning.

Wen Ranyan felt his expression, and her gorgeous red lips couldn't help but bend, and a radiant color flowed from her eyes: "Feng Qiwu, you are a wounded person now, don't think about that kind of thing anymore."

Her exposed skin was as white as cream, and the scars from being fiercely pinched by Feng Qiwu during the day had not faded away. Now reflected in the firelight, it looked even more charming and intoxicating.

The small dress embroidered with hibiscus flowers fit tightly against her body, making her figure look like a willow tree, which seemed like it would break if pinched lightly.

Feng Qiwu did not conceal the lust in her eyes at all, but she pretended to be deaf and dumb and said, "What kind of things should I stop thinking about?"

Wen Ranyan leaned forward, her hands meandering along his chest, finally resting on his heart, and smiled slowly, "It's what you're thinking now."

Feng Qiwu grasped her soft hand. She had originally looked haggard, but now with her skin touching, she seemed to be more energetic. Even her eyes were more scorching than before.

"What I'm thinking?" Feng Qiwu grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms: "Is that so?"

His movements seemed large, but he did not tear the wound, so he seemed to be very measured.

Wen Ranyan subconsciously put her arms around his neck, the two of them were very close, and a lingering feeling spread.

She curled her red lips: "You know it very well."

After she finished speaking, she smiled seductively, and her slender fingers meandered down along his shoulders, but stopped at the crook of his arm. Her fingertips slowly moved, creating ripples that bewitched people's hearts.

"That's it."

Feng Qiwu smiled and reached his hand into her clothes.

Wen Ranyan stared at him, her charming eyes like smoke and mist, and the upturned crimson eyes were like a drunken crabapple.

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a while, and just when Wen Ranyan thought he would not make any more moves, he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

His violent actions were even more violent than the storm just now, and his force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her to pieces.

Wen Ranyan's back felt soft, and her charming eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, clear and moist, which was really fascinating.

Feng Qiwu was dazzled by such a look. He held her slender waist and twisted it over and over again.

As their breaths intertwined and merged, the action became increasingly uncontrollable.

The firelight was warm and thick, and when it hit the two people, it was as if they were stained with a layer of overlapping shadows and floating light, hazy, as if every corner of the cave was filled with charming colors.

Wen Ranyan's bare hands moved slightly again, sliding down from the elbow and into his sleeves.

When she touched the flare that he had hidden so well, Wen Ranyan's red lips curled up, and her smile was even more bewitching than before.

She leaned over and whispered in Feng Qiwu's ear, "Feng Qiwu, have you had enough fun?"

Seeing that the flare in his sleeve had disappeared, the lust in Feng Qiwu's eyes faded a little, and he suddenly became a little sober. He lowered his eyes and stared at her tightly, but said nothing.

Fearing that he would deny it, Wen Ranyan waved the flare in front of his eyes and laughed wantonly: "You are holding a flare in your hand and telling me that you are at the end of your rope. Feng Qiwu, we are running for our lives, why are you still so playful?"

Feng Qiwu became more and more certain that her deliberate seduction just now was intended to take the flare from his sleeve when he was not paying attention.

But when did she find out?

"When did you find out?" Feng Qiwu looked at him straightly. Even though the flare was snatched away, there was still a playful smile on his lips.

Wen Ranyan looked at him and sneered, "I've noticed something was wrong a long time ago. You're such a meticulous person, and you've always experienced assassinations. How could you not leave yourself a way out?"

"But I really didn't expect you to be so crazy. You're being chased all the way here, but you're still holding on to this flare. What's wrong? Are you enjoying escaping from a desperate situation?"

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips and said in a gentle voice: "I just enjoy the feeling of escaping from a desperate situation with you."

The two of them shared the joys and sorrows and supported each other. This feeling was extremely wonderful. While it was joyful, it also gave him a crazy desire to plunder. Therefore, when he was gradually becoming addicted, he no longer wanted to release the flare.

Wen Ranyan's eyebrows dimmed, and she said quietly, "I don't really enjoy it. I just want to go back to the mansion, wash up, and enjoy some wine and food. So, when do you plan to send out this flare?"

"If you still don't want to, why don't I help you."

Wen Ranyan fiddled with it casually, but found that it had been fired.

She frowned. Was it when she went out to look for wild fruits?

"When you went out to look for food, I thought the time was right, so I let you go." Feng Qiwu responded to her, "Even if I enjoy it, I can't bear to let you and I sleep in the open air and eat wild fruits to fill our stomachs."

Wen Ranyan looked back and saw Feng Qiwu smiling faintly. He didn't know the depth of his dark eyes. He really thought of one thing after another and his sophistry was unpredictable.

"Since you've already let them go, why are you still hiding?" Wen Ranyan raised an eyebrow and threw the thing in his hand away.

Feng Qiwu rested his head on her shoulder and said lazily, "I always felt that the way you looked at me was not right, so I wanted to seduce you and see what you would do."

Wen Ranyan sneered: "You really have a lot of tricks."

Feng Qiwu bit her earlobe and said, "Madam is the same."

By then, the wet clothes had been dried. Wen Ranyan was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, so she got off him and casually picked up the dry clothes and put them on one by one.

Feng Qiwu stared at her, and seeing that she had covered her clothes, he could not help but lean on one side with some regret, and said nonchalantly: "Why don't you ask me why I feel the time is ripe?"

Wen Ranyan tied the laces, a radiant smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and said: "You pretended to be forced into a desperate situation, Ashina Ba would definitely pursue the victory regardless of everything, and now you are sending out flares, do you also want to catch him in one fell swoop?"