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

"Why, do you still want to travel around the world and see all the beauties?"

Feng Qiwu lifted Wen Ranyan's chin, the lust in his eyes had not yet faded, but now it suddenly became a little gloomy. He slightly retracted his fingers for fear that he would hurt her with too much force, showing his restraint and patience.

As he finished speaking, a sweet laugh reached his ears: "Traveling all over the world is true, but seeing all the beauties is just your imagination. Don't wrong me."

Wen Ranyan covered the back of his hand little by little, and in an instant, she held his fingers again.

Through the misty fog, her charming eyes were like spring water with smoke, her eyebrows were like red and painted, her slightly wet hair was messy and stuck to her body, her snow-white neck was like a red plum, and she looked like a seductive fairy who was sucking people's souls.

"Really?" Feng Qiwu stared at her and asked back.

Wen Ranyan stroked his nails, which were as crystal clear and round as jade: "Naturally."

Feng Qiwu stared at her, his sharp eyes were like a knife, as if he wanted to see through her: "Then tell me, are we the best match?"

He asked again stubbornly, with a paranoid scarlet flowing in his eyes, as if he would not give up until he got an answer.

"Guess?" Wen Ranyan blinked maliciously.

Feng Qiwu narrowed his eyes, put one hand around her soft waist, clasped his five fingers together, and twisted them a few times.

Wen Ranyan whimpered softly.

She leaned against Feng Qiwu's arms, and could feel the heat of his body even through the clothes, as if a pot of boiling water, burning her skin and scorching her heart.

Apart from those thoughts and skills, Feng Qiwu has a stunning appearance and an excellent figure. Now that he has ascended the throne, his wealth is incalculable.

The most important thing is to be obedient. He drank the bowl of cold medicine without hesitation. It was excellent no matter how you look at it. It was the most suitable pastime when you are bored.

Feng Qiwu stared at her closely, not missing the slightest change in her expression.

When he saw the tiny, loose glimmer in her eyes, the darkness in his eyes gradually dissipated like a fleeting light, and the ecstasy and joy in his heart grew wildly and penetrated deep into his bones.

"The look in your eyes tells me, it is..." Feng Qiwu whispered in her ear, repeating in a hoarse voice over and over again.

Wen Ranyan didn't respond, and he guessed that it seemed like there was some connivance in her words.

Although soaking in hot springs during the dog days of summer can improve health and remove dampness, it is not advisable to soak for too long as it is easy to feel dizzy and faint.

Wen Ranyan's little face was dyed red by the heat. She felt that it was about time, so she suggested leaving.

"Then let's go."

Feng Qiwu stared at her pretty face, his throat rolling, his eyes burning, and he seemed to be enjoying the taste of her food.

But you must not soak in this hot spring anymore. Wait until you go back home.

The bamboo leaves swayed in the wind, and the sunlight shone in obliquely through the gaps between the leaves. The bamboo shadows danced and the sound of sand was slightly rapid.

There is a hint of unusualness in the subtleties.

Feng Qiwu brushed the wet red robe draped over her shoulders. She was dressed in red and had black hair, looking extremely gorgeous, with a dignified and relaxed demeanor.

But when he heard the sound of Feng Zhu, he suddenly stopped, his eyes slowly calmed down, and the cold light that spread out shot towards one place like a sharp sword -

"get out."

Feng Qiwu swung his long sleeves, and like a rustling wind, his fierce internal energy swept through the bamboo leaves, tearing through the faint light, and whistling in all directions.

His movements were like flowing clouds, carrying with them a bit of brutal murderous intent. Even the warm water in the pool seemed to boil and explode. In an instant, there were strong winds and waves, and columns of water reached the sky.

Unable to withstand such powerful internal energy, dozens of killers fell from the sky.

They were holding knives and swords, with fierce looks on their faces, lurking in all directions, all dressed like Miao people.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were deep, and there was a hint of bloody pleasure in killing.

At that time, the majestic hot spring water column fell down, and the pool water splashed.

Feng Qiwu's boots with dragon pattern on the upturned toes were also stained with a spot. He had a blank expression on his face, but undercurrents were surging in his eyes, and his mood suddenly became unhappy.

"Have Yang Xuelian's men arrived?"

Wen Ranyan lifted her slightly wet hair, a little surprised.

This speed can't be that fast, right?