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

Wen Ranyan couldn't see his expression, but she heard a hint of grievance in his last sentence.

She side-glanced at his sharp and delicate chin, smiled and said charmingly, "What do you mean I want to attack you? It was you who suddenly jumped out and scared me, and I thought you were a thief."

"But in the end, didn't I recognize you? It's not okay to be the first to sue like this."

Feng Qiwu hugged her from behind, but he could only see her charming profile and the intoxicating red on the corners of her slightly upturned eyes, but he could not see her expression.

He frowned and was speechless for a moment.

"Also, how did you know that Sang Muye and I were in the woodshed? Do you have clairvoyance or super hearing, or did you send someone to follow me?" Wen Ranyan climbed up the back of his hand bit by bit, her nail polish-coated fingertips gently stroking his skin, and her gentle voice did not reveal any emotion.

The vague and lingering intention made Feng Qiwu's back tremble involuntarily, and her heart seemed to ripple slightly, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

He leaned against her ear, his breath was as hot as fire, and wrapped with a hint of tenderness and stickiness: "Of course I saw it accidentally. Only you and them are allowed to eat here, but I am not allowed to eat here too?"

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan subconsciously looked inside, and saw a table filled with exquisite meals behind the flowing crystal curtain. Tea was being boiled on a celadon ice-cracked stove, and the sound of bubbling water flowed in her ears. She thought the tea must have boiled.

Looking at this scene, it seems that he has indeed been here for a long time, and it also seems that he came here simply to have a meal.

Wen Ranyan's red lips curved slightly, and she said perfunctorily: "Then just assume that you saw it by accident."

Feng Qiwu seemed dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude. He leaned close to her ear and twisted and bit her ear again and again.

When the woman's soft and charming moan sounded in his ears, he not only did not stop his actions, but became more and more crazy. His dark phoenix eyes were slightly shining, and there was a strong and captivating fire in them.

Wen Ranyan raised her crimson eyes slightly, and said in a charming voice, "Since you saw it all, why didn't you rush in angrily like last time and beat up Sang Muye?"

Feng Qiwu pinched her delicate neck and smiled softly: "If I barge in again, you will say that I ruined your happiness."

"Let me guess, you bewitched him to follow Feng Zhuyue?"

Feng Qiwu's voice was low and charming, especially beautiful and pleasant to the ear, but the slightly changing tune concealed her clear thoughts, and she easily guessed Wen Ranyan's evil intentions.

Wen Ranyan curled her lips and praised: "That's quite clever."

Feng Qiwu stared at her porcelain-white skin, bit her neck lightly, and snorted, "Could it be that I was stupid before?"

Wen Ranyan twisted his slender fingers, smiling without saying a word. She pretended to pry his hands open to free them.

Feng Qiwu bent down and picked her up horizontally. His arms were strong and his muscles were bulging.

Just by lightly touching his chest, Wen Ranyan could feel the burning sensation in his blood. It was a fierce and captivating aura like that of a ferocious wolf, invading every part of his body.

"What are you doing? I haven't finished my meal yet, and Sister Shen and the others are still waiting." Wen Ranyan put her arms around his neck.

Her face was as pretty as a peach, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at him with a pair of sparkling eyes, charming and alluring.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and said with a half-smile: "I have just sent someone to tell them that you will dine with me, so that they don't have to wait in vain."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes and waited for her reaction.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids and sneered charmingly: "You actually acted on your own. I've already given you the instructions."

Feng Qiwu gently placed her on the carved round stool, his dark phoenix eyes swept over her, and with a faint smile as indifferent as water, he said, "Are you unwilling?"

Wen Ranyan twisted his collar, softened her body, and moved closer to him inch by inch. Her lips were slightly open, and her breath as soft as orchid floated in the air, carrying a bewitching and intoxicating scent.

When the tip of her nose touched him lightly, she finally stopped and said in a soft voice, "Why would I not want to? It's the same thing no matter where we eat, right?"

Feng Qiwu smelled the lingering fragrance emanating from her body, which was like a lingering poison that made people feel distracted and dazed. He did not move, but let the scent of rosemary linger around his nose.

"You're quite open-minded. I really wronged you." Feng Qiwu murmured, then leaned over and blocked her lips.

Wen Ranyan leaned against him, moaning softly and gracefully, with a natural charm.

Incense was burning in the incense burner in the private room, and fine smoke was curling up. The thin green smoke was like a dream.

The sweet aroma of the spices, accompanied by the subtle fragrance on her body, blended together, made people feel confused and unable to control themselves.

Feng Qiwu placed one hand on her slender waist and stroked her silky black hair with the other. He kissed her more deeply, and the fierce light in his eyes seemed to want to devour her completely, leaving nothing behind.

On the stove, the boiling tea gurgled even more violently. The tea lid was lifted up by the heat wave, and the water vapor without obstruction splashed wildly like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

Wen Ranyan only felt a pain in her wrist, but she just retracted her hand and did not cry out.

Feng Qiwu sensed something keenly, and he immediately put out the furnace, then pulled up her wrist to take a closer look: "Are you burned?"

"I was splashed a little. The boiling water is indeed hot, but it's no big deal." Wen Ranyan said indifferently.

It did hurt when it splashed, but I don’t feel it anymore.

Her skin was so fair and delicate that it turned red in large areas just from being scalded by the tea. It was shocking to see. It didn't look like she was not seriously injured, but rather that she was in great pain.

But her attitude is nonchalant. She doesn't shout, make a fuss or act like a spoiled child. She seems so strong, but behind this strength there is always a sense of heartache.

No one is born like this, just like him. If he had grown up safely under his parents' care, he would not have been as bloodthirsty and cruel as he is now.

Feng Qiwu applied medicine to her wounds while saying with dark eyes: "You don't have to hold on. If it hurts, you can act like a spoiled child with me."

"But you always said I was spoiled when I acted like a spoiled brat before." Wen Ranyan stared at his beautiful face, her bright eyes flickering with mischief, "Are all you men lying? You say and do things in one way or another, or is there something else in you..."

Wen Ranyan's hands meandered along his chest, and suddenly stopped at his heart, gently touching it and said in a charming voice: "Have you engraved me deeply?"

Feng Qiwu's hand that was applying the medicine paused slightly, and his lightly lowered eyelashes hid his fleeting expression. He pursed his thin lips and said nothing, but his heart was churning.