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

Wen Ranyan stood under the flower window with a smile on her face.

The moonlight poured in, like a hazy smoke rippling behind her. Even though she said those words, there was no sign of life on her face. Instead, it seemed as if she was teasing someone.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and stared down at her condescendingly.

Her words were mostly jokes, but he could still taste a hint of seriousness in them.

The person who is as charming as the springtime crabapple blossoms is not only a beauty, but also tainted with dangerous poison. If he does not wash off the faint smell of powder tonight, she will surely smile and drive him out of the room with a thousand reasons.

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long while, then he raised his lips playfully and said, "It is indeed necessary to wash it clean. Madam, are you willing to come to the hot spring pool with me and supervise whether your husband has washed it thoroughly?"

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled: "Then let's go."

The hot spring pool is filled with clouds and mist.

Wen Ranyan was leaning lazily on the bank of the pool, with fruit wine and a glass jade cup at her hands, and through the curling smoke there was a picture of a beautiful woman bathing.

Feng Qiwu took off her clothes and bathed in the pool. Crystal clear water droplets dripped on her cold white skin, following smooth lines and slowly falling between her waist and abdomen, revealing her shadowy figure and all the mysteries.

Wen Ranyan picked up the glazed jade cup and took a sip of the wine.

Instantly, the spicy wine flowed into her mouth, and she couldn't help but cover her lips and cough, almost choking her lungs.

Why is this wine so spicy?

It tasted much worse than the fruit wine she bought at the stall.

Hearing the cough, Feng Qiwu couldn't help but look back at her: "What's wrong?"

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes, the corners of her eyes seemed to be stained with a touch of moisture, like the color of broken rouge, and her eyes flashed with confusion: "This wine is very spicy."

She couldn't help but eat a few more grapes to get rid of the smell of alcohol in her mouth.

Feng Qiwu saw this, her thin lips curled slightly, and the mischief in her eyes was about to overflow: "It's rare to see something that can make you feel embarrassed."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and said angrily, "It's because your husband's wine is too spicy."

Feng Qiwu said: "Since it's spicy, I'll have someone change it to fruit wine."

Wen Ranyan nodded with a smile.

Feng Qiwu sent for servants, and soon someone replaced the spicy drinks with sweet fruit wine.

Wen Ranyan held a jade cup in her mouth and sat behind Feng Qiwu. Her slender white feet sank into the pool water, and the water splashed everywhere as she swayed. All the water droplets fell on Feng Qiwu's face. But the instigator was still smiling openly and brightly, as cunning as a fox.

Feng Qiwu gently wiped the water droplets off her face. Her eyes reflected in the mist were as dark as a pool, with an unfathomable depth. However, her slightly curved thin lips showed her wickedness.

He approached silently, grabbed Wen Ranyan's ankle, and pulled her directly into the hot spring pool.

"Madam, you are so bored sitting on the bank of the pond. Why don't we come down and take a bath together?"

He gently pulled her up, put his big hands on her slender waist, leaned close to her, and spoke in a tender and teasing tone.

Wen Ranyan had been prepared, but was still blinded by the pool water.

She leaned closer and bit Feng Qiwu's throat. Then, she said in a charming voice, "My husband has become a bad person."

Feng Qiwu smiled faintly, with a hint of meaning, "He who keeps company with vermilion becomes vermilion, and he who keeps company with ink becomes black."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan bit her tongue a little deeper, "In that case, let's try something else today, so you can feel how bad I am."

Joy flashed in Feng Qiwu's lustful eyes. He just stared at her eyebrows and eyes drawn with red ink. Before he could make any move, she blindfolded him with a red ribbon.

The light was blocked, and Feng Qiwu saw nothing but darkness in front of his eyes, like an endless night with no end in sight. He couldn't see clearly or understand anything. It was as if his throat was being held down and he was surrounded by danger.

Feng Qiwu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a fierce roar in his eyes. The sudden alertness made his back tense, and he stretched out his hand to tear off the red band on his eyes.

Wen Ranyan covered the back of his hand, whispered in his ear, teasing him, "I heard that when your eyes are tied, you can't see clearly, but your senses will be more acute. I don't know if it's true or not, just let me try."

Hearing the familiar charming tone of Yan Huai, the brutality in Feng Qiwu's eyes faded a little, and his tense back relaxed a little.

"it is good……"

He bathed in the pool, like a poor lamb that could be done to anyone.

Her eyes were bound with a red band, her nose was high, and her jade-colored skin was turned pink by the mist, making her already beautiful face even more radiant, truly alluring.

Wen Ranyan's small hands meandered on his face. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed his eyelashes through the red ribbon, gently but lingeringly.

Feng Qiwu only felt a strong and subtle fragrance coming towards him, and a numb feeling also arose on his tailbone.

It was exactly as she said, with her eyes bound, her senses expanded and became even sharper.

He couldn't see her face, nor could he see her movements, but every time she flirted with him, he was surprised and excited, and even his desire deepened and his confusion continued.

"It's indeed more sensitive..." Feeling the tension in his back, Wen Ranyan smiled seductively and slyly, her fingers stroking his neck and then his throat.

Feng Qiwu pursed her lips, her jaw was tense, and her hands were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white and veins bulged.

Wen Ranyan tangled the wet hair on his face, and placed her red lips on his chest, teasing him.

Feng Qiwu's breathing suddenly stopped, and the burning desire surged towards him like a tide, almost drowning him. He could no longer hold back and suddenly tore off the red belt.

The red ribbon fell gracefully and floated in the water.

"Enough fun."

"It's my turn."

The slender waist was grabbed violently.

Wen Ranyan felt dizzy and when she came to her senses, she found herself being pressed hard against the pool wall. The man pressed down hard and his hot breath hit her face.

The two blend together and become unstoppable.

Wen Ranyan put her arms around his neck, smiled charmingly, but asked knowingly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Feng Qiwu's eyelashes were wet with the water from the pond. As they fluttered, she couldn't hide the burning desire in her eyes. Her wolf-like gaze seemed to want to tear a person apart and eat him.

He clasped her wrists above her head and kissed her violently, with a possessive and aggressive attitude, as if he wanted to integrate it into her bones and blood.

The silk red ribbon floats on the water, swaying like a small boat...

The moon is like a hook and the ground is covered with frost.

Wen Ranyan was wearing a gauze and lying lazily on the chaise longue. Her little face was satisfied, moist and plump, and she was too tired to move.

Feng Qiwu, wearing a red robe, walked in front of her in a neat and dignified manner and said in a hoarse voice, "Stand up."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids and said lazily, "What?"

Feng Qiwu took the dress off the wooden rack and placed it next to her, sneering: "The envoy is here, and the palace will hold a hunting feast as usual. Don't you know how to ride a horse? Your husband will take you to the hunting ground to learn how to ride a horse."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan raised her head, and there was a gleam of incomprehensible emotion in her smoky apricot eyes.

"My husband thinks I can't ride a horse~"

Wen Ranyan lifted the dress beside her and slowly put it on. Then, she smiled strangely and enchantingly: "Then let's go to the hunting ground now. Let me see how my husband can teach me."

Yes.

She really acted weak that time.