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

The lively little pig is cute and adorable.

His painting skills are first-rate.

"Is this the new pattern you learned that suits me?"

Feng Qiwu turned around and grabbed her wrist, his dark eyes staring at her intently, dark and deep, with a mad and aggressive look running through them, not knowing how to restrain himself at all.

Wen Ranyan let him hold her, with a gleam of teasing in her eyes: "Yeah, you haven't said whether it looks good or not."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark, and he said slowly, "Are you kidding me and scolding me?"

At this moment, all the lingering feelings just now disappeared. He knew that she had a bad temper and she must have had bad intentions when she took the initiative to talk about painting.

So, what was he expecting?

Wen Ranyan blinked, her charming eyes were large and innocent, as clear as water: "Scold you? What did I scold you for? What did I play tricks on you again?"

"You're insinuating that I'm a pig."

Feng Qiwu was almost laughing out of anger. He placed his other hand on her cheeks and pinched them hard. The skin on her cheeks immediately turned red, as if stained with rouge, and was so tender that it looked like water was dripping out of it.

He said as he moved closer, his hot breath spraying on her face.

As the warm wind blew, the breaths of the two people were entangled like silk, and the floral fragrance that brushed against the tip of their noses also became lingering and sticky.

Wen Ranyan rubbed her hand against his, and when she slightly side-glanced, her eyes were full of brilliance and spring: "I just want you to see my painting skills, I don't mean to scold you at all. If you want to take it personally, what can I do?"

She has a delicate voice and a waist as slender as a willow swaying in the wind. She seems really innocent, if you ignore the mischief in her eyes.

"An innocent person would never show an expression like that." Feng Qiwu sneered and locked her in his arms.

Her eyes were rolling around, and she looked cunning and weird, and she was trying to pretend to be a pure white flower to cheat people, but he had long since stopped falling for that.

Wen Ranyan leaned against his arms, but her fingertips curled up due to the heat just from touching his strong arms.

She asked with a smile: "What kind of expression do I have?"

Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes, and a strand of hair fell down, sweeping across her face like a light feather. A fine itch spread lightly, and Wen Ranyan couldn't help but reach out and scratch it a few times.

"Of course it's that kind of cunning expression that means someone is doing something bad." Feng Qiwu put his hand on her eyelids.

Feeling the slight trembling of her eyelashes in his palm, his hand moved down from her cheek to the sides of her clothes, caressing and teasing her in the most tender way.

Wen Ranyan leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "But you still took the bait."

The sandalwood on the table beside her was curling up with fine mist, and as her voice became more tender, the ambiguity suddenly increased.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark, and he didn't comment: "Clean the pig on my back."

"How cute! Wouldn't it be a shame to wipe it off?"

As Wen Ranyan spoke, her bare hands slowly covered his smooth back, her fingertips wandering and lingering, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, she lingered on his spine for a long time.

"Cunning..." Feng Qiwu frowned and tightened his grip on her slender waist.

He was restless in his heart, with lust in his eyes, and he wished he could eat her alive.

As soon as Wen Ranyan moved, her chin was suddenly lifted up, and a kiss as aggressive as a rainstorm suddenly fell, with undisguised savagery, mixed with the rich fragrance on her body, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

The gentle summer breeze also carries the sweet fragrance of grass and trees, which blends with it like love.

Feng Qiwu's fingertips passed by inch by inch, and just as he was about to take another step deeper...

"Not now, my life is about to begin—" Wen Ranyan suddenly stopped him, with a slightly amused look on her face.

After these words were spoken, the ambiguous atmosphere came to an abrupt end.

Feng Qiwu frowned: "...Little days? When did they come?"

He hadn't come yet when I was soaking in the hot spring pool, but now he's here after just a few hours?

If you tell this kind of lie, someone has to believe it.

Feng Qiwu leaned over, his burning gaze lingering on her, almost burning her whole body.

Wen Ranyan leaned in front of him and pushed him with her hand, her eyes slightly red, bewitching and intoxicating: "Of course you just got here. Count the days, don't you think it's getting close?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu was stunned for a moment.

It seems so.

But she had clearly done that seductive thing on purpose, and he didn't notice it for a moment, and he forgot that the day was approaching, so he was fooled by her again.

Feng Qiwu saw the pride in her eyes, and suddenly rushed forward, locking her on the couch. He then leaned over and pressed against her earlobe, rubbing it fiercely, venting his anger and grievances.

"You did it on purpose..." The two of them were pressed tightly against each other without any gap, and Feng Qiwu's voice was low and hoarse.

Wen Ranyan put her forehead against his and argued with him with a smile: "It was you who didn't calculate the date. I've only been away for a few days, and you don't take it to heart?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes were frighteningly dark, and he seemed unable to convince her, so he fell silent.

Wen Ranyan climbed onto his shoulders, then nestled into his neck. The breath she exhaled was like soft feathers that constantly stirred Feng Qiwu's body and mind.

She twisted a strand of Feng Qiwu's black hair and played with it until she heard a suppressed groan. Then she raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly.

"I want to drink a bowl of brown sugar water to warm my stomach."

Feng Qiwu couldn't help but look at her a few more times. After a long while, perhaps because he couldn't do anything about her, he slowly got up and put on his clothes.

He didn't say a word from then on, but when he left the room, his gloomy eyes were fixed on her, with an undisguised burning and plundering gaze, as fierce as a wolf or a tiger.

Wen Ranyan looked at him calmly, without any sense of shame for teasing him, and continued to smile.

The setting sun was low in the sky, and the red and orange rays of light dyed the surface of the pool red. The colorful and exquisite rocks by the pool were hazy with light and shadow, as dazzling and gorgeous as a piece of colored glass.

While Feng Qiwu was boiling the brown sugar water, Sang Muye suddenly jumped in through the window.

Wen Ranyan's eyes turned cold, but when she saw that it was an acquaintance, she suppressed her murderous intent and continued to lean lazily, looking so soft and charming as if she had no bones.

After Sang Muye jumped in, he drank water out of thirst, and his pretty face was filled with a look of fatigue.

Seeing his behavior, Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows and teased, "Did Yang Xuelian withhold your tea? Why do you keep drinking as soon as you get here?"

Sang Muye complained as he drank, "I have to avoid all eyes and ears during this trip, and it's really not easy in the hot summer. What's wrong with drinking a few sips of your herbal tea?"

While the two were talking, Feng Qiwu came into the room carrying a bowl of steaming brown sugar water.

He just glanced at Sang Muye casually and strode around him. The corner of his red clothes fluttering in the wind was cold and icy.

Sang Muye shuddered suddenly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Qiwu had already stuffed the bowl of brown sugar water into Wen Ranyan's hands.

Different from the coldness just now, now even the corners of his brows were filled with a lingering smile.

I really love you to the core.

As Sang Muye felt a chill, a sinister male voice entered his ears: "What are you doing here?"