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

Feng Qiwu's feet, as soon as they moved, seemed to have taken root.

He stood under the light and shadow, staring straight at Wen Ranyan's charming eyes and the ambiguous red marks crisscrossing on her smooth skin.

The heat in his heart had not yet subsided, and now that she had aroused his excitement, he felt even happier.

It must be said that Wen Ranyan's charming look actually controlled him completely, making it impossible for him to have any thought of refusing.

Feng Qiwu's thin lips curved playfully, and a leisurely and hoarse voice floated out, as if compromising: "Put on your clothes first."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing more of her jade-like skin, but she did not move at all. Instead, she smiled and hooked her little finger at Feng Qiwu, moaning in a seductive voice as if it was a matter of course.

"Tired, come here~"

She just leaned there, charming and enchanting, lazy and indifferent, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes, like an evil mountain spirit that was playing tricks on people, and no one could make her completely give her true heart to her.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a long while, with desire flowing in his eyes, the depth of which was hard to fathom. In the end, no one knew what he was thinking, but he turned his back, found a clean piece of clothing and put it on Wen Ranyan.

He leaned over slightly and straightened her messy collar. His slender fingers twisted two long laces and passed them through, tying them into a beautiful bow.

He moved slowly and leisurely, his eyes fixed on the red mark on her front, but they were filled with surging desire, so hot that it was a little scary.

He had taken off the clothes with his own hands last night, and now he helped her put them on with his own hands.

As he sorted things out, he moved his thin lips: "Okay."

Wen Ranyan looked at the tied bow with satisfaction, and suddenly leaned forward to hold his neck, raised her head, and slowly kissed his throat, and her charming voice drifted with the wind: "It's tied very well, let's tie it again later."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were like drops of ink. He picked her up and pinched the soft flesh on her waist as if to punish her. After hearing her sensitive moans as he wished, he raised his thin lips in pleasure.

Feng Qiwu held the beautiful woman in his arms, walked briskly through the nine-curve corridor, and came to the hot spring pool.

It was a warm spring day, with the ground glowing with light. Steam was creeping in the hot spring pool, and the mist was lingering around as if it was covered with a layer of gauze. I don't know who had given the order, but there were actually many bright red petals floating in the pool water.

The aroma is intoxicating from the warm water and even more fragrant.

Feng Qiwu put her on the bank of the pond.

Wen Ranyan supported herself on both sides of the pool with her hands, immersed her jade feet in the warm water, swayed her feet, and lightly touched them. The small petals couldn't help but stick to the back of her feet, the red and white intertwined, making her skin look even more crystal white and gorgeous.

At that time, half of Feng Qiwu's body had been submerged in the pool water. Her thin undergarment was wetted by the water and became almost transparent. It stuck tightly to her skin, and one could vaguely see scratches on her fair back from when she was aroused. They were bright red and secretly arousing.

There was a confused light in Wen Ranyan's eyes, and she sank into the pool in an instant. Her figure was as light as a slender fish, and in a moment, she swam in front of Feng Qiwu.

She slowly emerged from the water. The moment the water drops fell, her face shone like a pearl, her jade-colored face turned red. Her wet undergarment clung to her body, her graceful figure was looming, her eyes were charming, and her face was graceful.

Wen Ranyan leaned over and slowly placed her soft hand on his shoulder.

Feng Qiwu stared at her, his dark eyes dark and piercing, "Didn't you say you were tired..."

Wen Ranyan smiled sweetly, looking around with a radiant look: "Yes, I am tired, so, didn't I take you with me?"

Feng Qiwu took advantage of the situation and grabbed her slender waist, his palms were burning.

Through the thin clothing, the two of them pressed against each other, their breath entangled on their fingertips. Feng Qiwu's eyes turned scarlet, with a hint of burning color that had not faded, and aggression and desire were all hidden in them.

Wen Ranyan looked into his gloomy eyes, and suddenly laughed. She stretched out her hand to rub his earlobe, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with mist. She whispered in his ear: "Feng Qiwu, do you want to try it in the water?"

Her voice is alluring, with a hint of charm that inspires imagination.

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu looked at her suddenly, with wolf-like excitement in his eyes, unable to conceal it.

He was concerned about her body. After all, it was her first time and she would be tired.

But he never expected that she would seduce him in different ways.

"You said that yourself..."

Feng Qiwu rubbed her earlobe fiercely, and in a moment, he pushed her lightly against the wall of the pool. In the warm sunlight, he leaned over and bit her lips, kissing her fiercely and passionately, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time.

Wen Ranyan was wrapped around his waist and abdomen. Under the mist, the teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes was made more charming. Waves came over her and waves of delicate moans overflowed.

The water surface ripples...

The auras of the two blended together, inseparable...

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Perhaps it was because it was his first time tasting a beautiful woman, and he was still not satisfied, so Wen Ranyan had no choice but to stay with him for a long time.

After the hot spring pool session, she was so tired that she didn't even want to move a finger. She slept from the afternoon till night, and only woke up when she was hungry.

She lay on the soft couch, her almond-shaped eyes filled with contentment, and her whole body looked like a flower soaked in dew. Her pretty face was bright and charming, pink and translucent, and every time she raised her eyes, she was filled with charm.

Seeing her wake up, Sijin smiled and asked, "Madam is finally awake, but what would you like to eat?"

Their lady had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, and the master had just issued an order, saying that there was no need to test or monitor them any further.

Wen Ranyan gathered her gauze dress and said lazily, "Just make something to eat. By the way, tell Feng Qiwu that I need to go out for a while."

She has an appointment with Shen Zhixiang tonight to collect the medical fee for the detoxification.

Si Jin looked at her a few more times before bowing and saying, "Yes."

Didn’t she always call him “husband”?

Why are you so casual today?

So strange.

Full of doubts, Sijin retreated to the small kitchen to prepare for dinner.

After Wen Ranyan had filled her stomach casually, she walked out through the main door openly. The two of them still made an appointment in the quiet and shabby little clinic.

She walked away in the moonlight, her scarlet dress with flowing gauze, her white legs faintly visible, golden bells on her ankles jingling, she swayed gracefully, her delicate face was like a red and black painting, her almond eyes were as pretty as smoke, her whole body was enveloped in the intoxicating night, she was so charming that it was shocking.

Shen Zhixiang heard the sound of golden bells from a distance, swaying, tinkling, and entangling her heart.

"Sister Shen, sorry for the wait."

Wen Ranyan met her eyes, smiled and stopped in front of her.

"Not long ago. I just got here too."

Shen Zhixiang shook her head. Although she was smiling, there seemed to be a layer of gloom on her face, as if she was in a bad mood.

The two of them walked into the west hut together. After sitting down, Wen Ranyan smiled and said, "Sister Shen seems to be in a bad mood today. Are you worried about Feng Zhuyue's matter?"

Shen Zhixiang shook her head. When she mentioned Feng Zhuyue, her eyes were full of indifference, as if she was mentioning an irrelevant person.

She said, "It has nothing to do with him. Besides, he and I are strangers from now on and have nothing to do with each other anymore."