Miss Cousin is Always Busy

Jun Zishu blushed, but there was something sinful in his heart.

She doesn't love this person, but she is seducing him step by step.

Is it temptation?

Yes.

When Luo Minghuan heard Junzishu say this, his heart beat a little faster.

"Yuanyuan, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, of course I know, I'm just telling the truth."

Junzishu's expression is frank and sincere, which makes people's hearts tremble.

Luo Minghuan held Jun Zishu's face in his hands, and lightly kissed her on the corner of her eyes.

Luo Minghuan raised his head, and printed his lips on Junzi Shu's lips again.

Like a gentleman, her lips are hot and soft.

Luo Minghuan couldn't restrain himself from trembling, and felt an inexplicable feeling of finding something lost in his heart.

That sigh echoed softly in his heart, before Luo Minghuan could figure out what it meant, it disappeared quickly.

Jun Zishu obediently let her kiss, his eyes wide open, staring at her intently.

The lips and tongue were grinding softly, and the tip of Luo Minghuan's tongue traced the shape of a gentleman's lips, unhurriedly, with a taste of warmth.

Jun Zishu stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch Luo Minghuan, and then quickly retracted it for just a split second, with a playful look in his eyes.

Luo Minghuan was suffocated, and hugged the gentleman's book tightly.

She invaded patiently, and echoed her with the gentleman's letter.

The whole body smelled of Luo Minghuan's body, the faint fragrance contained a faint medicinal smell, mixed together to form a special cold fragrance.

It was snowing heavily outside, but inside the house was warm and heart-warming.

Luo Minghuan's lips were originally cold, but under this fiery movement, they also became warm.

The sound of tsk tsk water made the atmosphere ambiguous, Gentleman Shu leaned on Luo Minghuan's body, his eyes were watery, and his face was flushed with a little excitement.

The lips were slightly swollen, the color of having been sucked and kissed, against the face that didn't know much about the world, there was some pure charm.

Luo Minghuan hugged the gentleman's book in his arms, feeling a burst of irony in his heart.

It should be like this, this person should be hers.

Silly little idiot.

Gentleman's book, the corners of his mouth were still raised when he went to bed at night.

"So happy?"

Luo Minghuan pinched Jun Zishu's nose, Jun Zishu wrinkled his nose and nodded.

"Of course I'm happy, why aren't you happy? I like my husband the most."

Junzishu nestled in Luo Minghuan's arms, and Luo Minghuan turned around and pressed him under him.

"Master?"

Jun Zishu whispered, staring blankly at Luo Minghuan who was pressing on her.

Luo Minghuan was not heavy, and she had the strength to restrain herself, so the gentleman's book was not suppressed.

A light kiss landed on the corner of her lips, followed by a slow kiss.

Gentleman Shu opened his lips and followed Luo Minghuan's movements.

She was just kissing like that today, but she seemed to have activated some strange mechanism of Luo Minghuan, and she would kiss twice at every turn.

Gentleman Shu thought, this girl lacks love, and there are many things in her heart, so it seems normal.

The delicate kiss fell on the gentleman's neck, and it went all the way down.

"Master."

Junzishu called out softly, with a drawn-out ending.

Luo Minghuan let out a chuckle, and buried it in Junzishu's neck, leaving a mark.

From the mountain peak to the deep valley with slightly cool fingertips, Luo Minghuan didn't make it to the end after all, so he hugged the gentleman's book and coaxed her to sleep.

Jun Zishu lowered his eyes and fell into sleep.

The weather was getting colder and colder, Jun Zi Shu and Luo Ming Huan didn't go out very much, they stayed in the room where the earth dragon was burning, listening to the sound of wind and snow outside.

Luo Minghuan took all the books and things he needed to see in the study to his room to deal with, and Junzi Shu was next to her, reading and reading boredly.

Seeing that she was bored, Luo Minghuan sent his servants to buy some books with pictures for children to teach her how to read.

When Luo Minghuan was dealing with business, she was reading a book beside her, which was considered very harmonious.

Half a month ago, Luo Ziying fell ill.

I was infected with wind and cold, and it came back and forth, and I didn't see better for a long time.

The people in the Luo Mansion saw it, except for San Yiniang who was anxious to get angry, no one cared.

Junzi Shu doesn't care about them, only Luo Minghuan.

Luo Minghuan has been drinking medicine more and more frequently recently. He used to drink one or two bowls a day, but now he drinks at least three bowls.

Jun Zishu thought that her condition was getting worse, but it didn't.

On the contrary, Xiao Huaxian said that her body is getting better little by little.

Thinking about it, Luo Minghuan probably thought there was no hope in the past, he treated passively and hung his life, but now he probably saw a new hope in life, so he became very active.

This is very good, Junzishu is very satisfied.

It's not in vain that she is pretending to be stupid and acting like a baby, breaking the lower limit of all kinds of shame, looking at Luo Minghuan with envious eyes every day, if Luo Minghuan still remains unmoved, then there is really no hope of salvation.

Because of the cold weather, everyone didn't deliberately sit out to eat together. The dishes were half cold when they were brought to the dining table, so everyone ate in their own yards.

On New Year's Day, the town was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and Luo Mansion was no surprise. The servants came and went in a hurry, busy doing this and that, with some joy on their faces.

Everyone dressed up beautifully, sat down and had a meal together.

Jun Zishu saw Luo Ziying who hadn't shown her face for a long time, with a pale face, looking very haggard, still sick, with dull eyes.

Luo Ziqi didn't look this way, she seemed very silent.

Looking at her, Jun Zishu rarely finds her pleasing to the eye.

On the second day of the year, something that no one expected happened.

The crazy sixth aunt who was locked in the yard ran out, scratched third aunt's face with scissors in the yard of third aunt, and stabbed her several times.

The incident happened suddenly, and the lunatic was so strong that the maids went up to pull it, and she even hurt herself.

The third aunt died just like that. Luo Ziying, who was ill, saw this scene with her own eyes, and was stimulated and fell into a coma.

After Liu Yiniang killed Third Yiniang, she looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, stabbing herself in the heart without hesitation, killing her on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, only the eighth young master, Luo Zihua, was left in Third Auntie's yard.

He was only ten years old, still young, and he was helpless in the face of his mother's death and his sister's coma.

Master Luo made arrangements for the funeral, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or not.

Luo Ziying woke up and fell asleep again. She was only eleven or twelve years old, and she was a girl again. Her health was not good, and she spent most of her time in a coma.

People outside were lamenting that Luo Mansion might be unlucky this year, otherwise how could people in the mansion die one after another, never seen such a thing.

Luo Ziying didn't last until the beginning of spring, and this little girl who used to calculate a lot also passed away.

There was only one Luo Zihua left in the yard, with an ugly face, a small pale face, and lost a lot of weight.

He followed Master Luo, who took care of him.

Luo Minghuan just expressed an indifferent attitude towards everything. He should drink medicine and drink medicine, should tease his wife and daughter-in-law, should do business, and was not affected at all.

After Luo Ziying's first seven days, Jun Zishu and Luo Minghuan's yard welcomed a guest.

The eighth young master, Luo Zihua.

"What are you doing here?"

Luo Minghuan's attitude was neither disgust nor hypocritical intimacy, he asked simply and calmly.

"I know it is you."

Luo Zihua clenched her fists and looked at Luo Minghuan coldly.

This ten-year-old child seemed to have grown a lot overnight, with gloomy eyes.

"It's a pity, you guessed wrong, it's really not me."

Luo Minghuan crossed his fingers, and sat on the chair leisurely.

"It's not you or who! We haven't done anything to apologize to you, why is it not enough for you to kill Second Aunt and them! Why do you still hurt my mother and my sister!"

Luo Zihua questioned angrily, with an uncontrollable sadness on his face.

The corner of Jun Zishu's mouth pressed down, this matter was really not done by Luo Minghuan, although Luo Minghuan had something to do with it.

Otherwise, how could Aunt Liu, who had been locked in the yard for so long pretending to be crazy, escape from the yard.

Luo Minghuan gave a chance to those who have hatred in their hearts to take revenge.

As for Luo Ziying's illness, it was really an accident.

"Tsk, what did Luo Ziying do, what kind of calculations are you planning, don't you know? Do you really think that your cover-up is perfect?"

Luo Minghuan raised the corners of his mouth, mocking lightly.

"Luo Ziying was taught well by your mother. She was very vicious at such a young age. She fell ill before I took the initiative to teach her a lesson. This can only be called retribution."

"As for your mother, ha, do you know how Aunt Liu is crazy?"

"She had a miscarriage twice, and the third time she managed to give birth to a son. She was strangled to death when she was still a baby, and she went crazy. Who do you think is responsible for this?"

"The cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is not good."

Luo Minghuan's words were pressed step by step, but with a smile, it was almost breathless and felt a little suffocated.

Luo Zihua froze there, clenched her fists.

"Sooner or later, I will kill you."

Rather than saying that he is obsessed with obsession, it is better to say that he wants to let his hatred have something to rely on.

Luo Zihua remembered what his sister said before she died, and she strengthened her determination even more.

Luo Ziying said that it was Luo Minghuan who did it.

"Oh? Since you think I did it, you still dare to come to me and say that you want to kill me. Are you afraid that I will finish you first?"

"Daddy will protect me."

Luo Zihua held her head high, looking confident.

"protect you?"

Luo Minghuan recited these three words again, with a raised consonant and a playful expression.

"He can protect you?"

Luo Minghuan sneered and lowered his face.

"I want you to die, but you can live here and shout at me?"

"Are you thinking that when you grow up, you can inherit the family business and target me?"

"Don't forget, I am eight years older than you."

"Your stupidity amuses me, now, do you go away yourself, or should I ask you to go away?"

Luo Minghuan stood up, with a gloomy look on his brows.

Jun Zishu knew she was in a bad mood because of Luo Zihua's words of protection.

The sunlight outside the house shone in and shrouded people around, but they couldn't feel any warmth.