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

Wen Ranyan was amused by his rogue look and laughed. After she finished laughing, she took the opportunity to bite his shoulder fiercely and viciously.

Feng Qiwu groaned in pain, but did not let go. Instead, he held her even tighter.

He leaned over, his eyes dark and deep, and kissed her neck madly.

In a moment, a series of bright red marks were left behind, exuding an indescribable ambiguity and charm in the light.

Perhaps because he had been too harsh on her, Wen Ranyan trembled slightly and moaned. He used more force with his mouth, and soon, he tasted a sweet and fishy taste of blood. He was actually bitten by her and bled.

Wen Ranyan subconsciously let go and took a look. Her lips, stained with a little blood, were as beautiful as the color of a crabapple.

Feng Qiwu stared at her beautiful little lips and felt his throat tighten. Desires surged in his eyes like waves.

He didn't care and kissed her lips directly.

He tasted it madly, sucking away all the blood stains on it, and the beautiful lip balm also spread out, covering his lips.

"Your shoulder was bitten and bleeding, aren't you going to do something about it?" Wen Ranyan was made weak all over by him, her breath was floating, and her humming was as light as a gossamer.

Feng Qiwu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's okay. It will heal soon anyway."

After saying that, he bit her lips, the burning light in his eyes rose and fell darkly, like a ferocious wolf hiding the intention of plundering and occupying. He hooked her, and entangled and tasted her passionately like a pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other.

"You're really a bastard." Wen Ranyan leaned on his shoulder like a cartilaginous snake, cursing in a tender voice, but there was a seductive smile at the corner of her lips.

Her eyes were as charming as water, her cheeks were as rosy as a drunken peach, and the loose red dress made her skin as crystal clear as snow, as if she was a piece of glass made of white jade.

In the sunlight, it is lightly pink, shimmering and messy, giving off a bewitching aura that makes people intoxicated.

At this moment, even the air became turbid and sticky.

Feng Qiwu not only did not think that this was an insult, but instead felt that it was a kind of sentiment, which made him extremely enjoyable and even more obsessed and emotional.

He twisted her chin and chuckled jokingly: "You scold nicely, scold me a few more times."

Wen Ranyan flirted with him and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Feng Qiwu half-closed her eyes, leaned over and sucked gently, her hands brushed into the clothes to greedily take, becoming more domineering and crazy.

The green bamboo curtain in the inner hall was half rolled up, swaying in the wind, reflecting the figures of two people, entangled and dim.

Against the backdrop of sunlight, it is like a painting of spring love by a famous artist, full of lingering affection and lingering feelings, which makes people unable to control themselves and indulge in it.

There was only one day left before Feng Qiwu's birthday, but Wen Ranyan didn't say a word about it, nor did he take any action. Feng Qiwu felt irritated, and his face became gloomier day by day, like an icy lake covered with frost, freezing cold to the bone.

The entire Feng Mansion seemed to be immersed in ice and snow. The atmosphere was gloomy, cold and bleak.

One day, Feng Qiwu couldn't help it and called Sijin to the study.

Sijin was nervous and knelt on the ground.

She quietly looked at the man sitting at the top, and felt the frosty air penetrating into her bones. Even though the gentle breeze outside the screen window brought a slight burning warmth, it still couldn't dispel the bone-chilling coldness in the room.

The study was silent. Sijin hung her head and trembled, not even daring to speak.

It was unknown how long it had been before Feng Qiwu raised her eyelids and said in a cold voice, "Did you say what I asked you to say in front of her?"

Hearing this, Si Jin reacted immediately. She said, "I will do my best to fulfill my master's orders. I have been telling Madam about your birthday day and night, and have been asking Madam to prepare gifts openly and secretly."

Feng Qiwu knocked on the table, his face as gloomy as ice, his eyes and eyebrows were full of evil: "Then why didn't she even mention it in front of me? I didn't even see what she prepared."

Sijin seemed to be stumped by the question. She stammered and didn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

When the atmosphere in the study became even colder and heavier, Si Jin mustered up her courage and said in a deep voice, "Maybe the Madam wants to prepare a novel gift for the Master and is racking her brains. She cares about the Master so much, she will definitely not be perfunctory."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's brows became even colder, as if condensed with frost that had not melted for a long time, and all the gloom and coldness were shrouded in them.

Care so much?

She just wanted to be happy, so she didn't really care about him.

Feng Qiwu pursed his lips into a straight line. His already uncomfortable heart became even more depressed. He was even more unsure of Wen Ranyan's thoughts. He didn't want to be left with nothing.

He frowned, his face as cold as frost, and suddenly looked eerie and terrifying.

What a heartless monster.

Sijin was very nervous. She had just said exactly what her master wanted to hear, so why was he not happy at all, but instead became even more gloomy and deserted, and even more unpredictable?

She lowered her head and ears even lower, and dared not say another word in a sullen tone.

Feng Qiwu glanced at her nonchalantly, and then he felt even more annoyed. His face darkened and he said in a cold voice, "Go down."

After hearing this, Sijin felt relieved and quietly retreated.

On my birthday, the weather was very nice.

The sky is as clear as a pool of blue, the air is bright and the sun is shining brightly, making the green plants and flowers in the courtyard look like they are dyed gold, sparkling and dazzling, full of vitality and very pleasing.

The wind blows, the flowers and trees flourish, and a pleasant rustling sound is emitted.

However, the mansion did not become festive and lively because of Feng Qiwu's birthday. Instead, it was still as cold and quiet as usual, as if his birthday had not yet arrived, and no one knew when his birthday was.

Feng Qiwu walked with her hands behind her back in the corridor. The warm wind blew like thin smoke. The layers of red clothes danced in the wind, rustling, like a painting stained with ink, outlined and blurred in the wind, embracing all the elegance.

Under the bright sunlight, his brows were frosty, as cold as snow, as deep and dangerous as the sea. His clear and cold look made people dare not look directly at him, let alone approach him.

He stared silently at Wen Ranyan's tightly closed door. He wanted to knock on the door and come in, but he just stood there without making any move.

"Squeak—"

Before he could move, the door opened.

Wen Ranyan walked out of the room and saw Feng Qiwu standing outside the door.

There was a bit of sunlight in her eyes, like the rippling water of a lake, and she smiled charmingly: "I was just about to go look for you, but I didn't expect you to be outside my door."

Feng Qiwu glanced at her and asked casually, "What do you want to see me for?"

He pretended to be indifferent, but there was still a hint of sharpness in his voice. His dark eyes were still wandering around her face, his depth unknown, and his emotions unpredictable.

Wen Ranyan acted as if she didn't notice the dissatisfaction and coldness in his eyes. She walked forward with a smile, the golden bells on her ankles tinkling pleasantly. Her skin was whiter than snow and her figure was graceful.

Standing in front of Feng Qiwu, she gently brushed his collar with her hand, hooked her fingertips around a strand of hair on his shoulder, and smiled sweetly.

"Tonight at midnight, go to the tower alone, and I will show you something nice."