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

Under Feng Qiwu's pressing gaze, Wen Ranyan placed another white piece.

In an instant, the situation seemed to be decided and Kuroko fell into a state of decline.

Feng Qiwu was twisting the black spot, but his eyes were still lingering on her face, as if he had been acupunctured and would not let go.

Specks of light fell on the back of his hand. His porcelain-white skin was covered with a layer of texture, with distinct joints and slender fingers, like a piece of finely carved jade, making people want to take a few more glances.

Wen Ranyan did indeed look at him a few more times, and then, she met his burning eyes wantonly, without dodging or avoiding them, and said, "Feng Qiwu, what are you thinking about that you are still not making a move?"

"When I think that you will go back to Beilang with me, I feel indescribable joy in my heart." Feng Qiwu did not hide his feelings, and there was even a hint of smile in the corners of his eyes.

"Is that all?" Wen Ranyan leaned against the window, supporting her head with one hand and looking at him with a smile.

Although it was a very ordinary action, she performed it with a natural charm. Just raising her eyes and smiling was enough to captivate people.

Feng Qiwu's silence was considered as his consent, but the passion in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Wen Ranyan smiled even more deeply, her eyes were like smoke, and her breath was like orchid: "Just playing chess is not fun, why don't we play something else?"

"What do you want to play, Madam?" Feng Qiwu put away the black piece, looking as if he was ready to play at any time.

Wen Ranyan stared at him, her charming eyes full of temptation, her red lips curled up in a joking manner: "Whoever gets eaten has to take off a piece of clothing..."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with a look of deep gratification, her gaze was as dark as ink and as hot as fire, and her thin red lips were filled with an extremely enchanting smile.

He looked her up and down, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. The dark color in his eyes almost made people drown in it.

Wen Ranyan raised an eyebrow.

She knew that he definitely wasn't thinking of anything good just now. He didn't hide his desires at all after just a few words, which was really teasing.

"This sounds very interesting." Feng Qiwu's eyes were sticky and his smile was faint.

After saying this, he started twisting the black piece again, eager to try.

"Don't move yet." Wen Ranyan stretched out her hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "Just now, I ate two of your black pieces. Should you follow the rules?"

The evil intention in her eyes was clear and obvious as she spoke, taking the black piece from his hand.

Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed her wrist with amazing strength. His fingers were as hot as fire, as if he wanted to melt her into his own bones and blood. He was reluctant to let go.

Wen Ranyan's wrists were red from being held by him. Her delicate skin was delicate and tender. Her eyes were slightly red and her voice was tender and lingering: "You say it's fun, but you don't want to follow the rules?"

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and saw a clear light flowing in her eyes, full of cunning and agility, and the red corners of her eyes were filled with intoxicating temptation.

She had obviously thought about it beforehand, and was playing this game on purpose, hoping to catch him and take advantage of him.

"I didn't say that." Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips, his eyes as dark as whirlpools, and looked at her unscrupulously.

After a while, a faint and lingering smile spread in Wen Ranyan's ears: "Since I lost, I will naturally obey. Madam, please watch carefully--"

Wen Ranyan looked over with interest.

Feng Qiwu's hands were twisting the sides of his clothes. He was dressed carelessly and loosely, just as lazy and decadent as he was. The bright red robe set off his porcelain-white and smooth skin, which was a natural good color.

Especially at this moment when the summer wind was blowing and petals were flying into his temples, his phoenix eyes were half-closed, and he looked casual, as if smiling but not smiling. There was something indescribably beautiful and moving about him.

It seemed that even the halo favored him. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his face was gorgeous, and his long black hair was casually draped behind him. After pausing for a long while, he took off his red outer robe, followed by his snow-white inner garment.

Wen Ranyan supported his head with one hand, his eyes full of interest, as if he was watching a good show.

Feng Qiwu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his fingertips lingering on her collar, without moving for a long time, but he was quite pretentious.

Wen Ranyan was neither anxious nor urging him. She just stared at him and found it very amusing.

Feng Qiwu then took off her inner garment, revealing broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth lines, and solid muscles that gave a sense of blood rushing to her body. Her porcelain-white skin was tinged with a halo, and for a moment it was blurry and misty, which was truly extremely seductive.

Even though he had seen this beautiful scenery many times, Wen Ranyan was still moved.

"Come again." Feng Qiwu threw his inner clothes aside and took back the black piece, trying to win back the game.

Wen Ranyan stopped him again: "Wait."

Feng Qiwu smiled, "Madam, are you scared?"

"I just think that your back is so white and smooth, it would be a shame not to paint something on it." Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and looked at him. In the interweaving of light and shadow, the lingering smile on her lips became more brilliant and dazzling.

She paused for a moment and then continued, "I recently learned a new pattern that I think really suits you."

"Really?" Feng Qiwu asked back with narrowed eyes.

"Of course." Wen Ranyan answered as he stood up and walked into the inner hall.

Although this villa is located in a remote area and is simply furnished, it is well equipped with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

Wen Ranyan walked around the screen with flower and bird carvings, picked up the brush and ink, and walked out again.

The crystal bead curtain glowed brightly under the light. Her steps swayed and her skirt fluttered as she walked. Feng Qiwu just looked at her like this, his eyes full of her charming look.

"Lie down." Wen Ranyan pointed to the carved couch on the side and was grinding ink in his hands.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark and burning, but she still lay down obediently.

He lay on his stomach with his thousands of black hair draped over his back, his snow-white hair faintly visible, like a corner of a treasure being opened to attract a peek.

Wen Ranyan dipped the wolf-hair brush in ink, and with the tip of the brush lingering, he slowly lifted a corner of the treasure. In an instant, the crystal clearness caught the eye, and the bewitching luster was unbridled and extremely lingering.

Feng Qiwu only felt a subtle itch on his back, and a thick heat strangely intertwined in his heart. He frowned, but could not hide the burning fire that was madly flowing in his eyes.

She just used a wolf-hair brush and it seemed as if she had played with all of them.

"Is the painting finished?" Feng Qiwu couldn't help but ask, his voice was frighteningly hoarse.

Wen Ranyan gently entangled a strand of his black hair and said with a sweet smile: "Not yet, wait a little longer."

Feng Qiwu could clearly feel the movement of the pen tip. Every stroke seemed particularly messy and disorganized. It didn't seem like he was painting, but rather like he was deliberately playing around, just like when he wrote on her back that day, all of it was wanton and bad.

Come out and mix, always have to pay back.

Feng Qiwu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the bulging blue veins made him look even more forbearing, but his scarlet black eyes were extremely violent and gloomy.

In just a moment, it will burst out violently.

"Okay." Wen Ranyan knew when to stop.

She put down the wolf-hair brush and took out a bronze mirror. "Come and appreciate it. Is my painting good?"

Feng Qiwu took a deep breath and slowly turned his head——

Through the bronze mirror, you can see a piglet painted on his back.

Feng Qiwu: "..."