home with a good wife

On Lu Jing's wrist, there was a long, red welt. Cheng Tianqing gasped. He remembered that just now Lu Jing stood in front of him and grabbed his father's vine whip. The vine whip hit him It's tough enough, let alone Lu Jing who doesn't know martial arts.

"You, you are such an idiot! My dad hit me, why are you helping me?! Does it hurt?" Cheng Tianqing held Lu Jing's hand distressedly, and blew cold air on the wound.

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Jing smiled.

"Go back to your room, I'll apply medicine to you." Cheng Tianqing said.

When the two returned to the room, there were bright pastries on the table. Qingwan stood by the table, and when she saw Cheng Tianqing and Lu Jing, she was stunned, and said politely, "Young master, madam, what happened to madam's hand? "

"Qingwan, go and get some ointment." Cheng Tianqing looked at the welt marks on Lu Jing's wrist, and hurriedly ordered.

"Yes." Qingwan bowed and walked out of the room. After a while, she brought a bottle of blue ointment. Cheng Tianqing dipped a little ointment with her fingers and gently applied it on Lu Jing's wrist. "Does it hurt?" Cheng Tianqing was worried. asked.

Lu Jing smiled, but did not speak. Qing Wan glanced at the two of them, and slowly exited the room.

Cheng Tianqing wiped the ointment on him while blowing, "Okay, be careful not to get wet."

"Well, I got it, thank you, husband." Lu Jing leaned over and kissed Cheng Tianqing's lips. Cheng Tianqing blushed, and said at a loss, "Eat, let's eat the cakes. The honey Poria cocos cake is delicious." Cheng Tianqing Qing picked up a piece of crystal clear pastry and put it in her mouth.

"Well, it's so sweet."

Lu Jing looked at Cheng Tianqing, and said pitifully, "Husband, my hand hurts." Cheng Tianqing was stunned for a while, picked up a piece of pastry, put it to Lu Jing's lips, Lu Jing opened his mouth, and ate the pastry bite by bite , and then lightly licked Cheng Tianqing's fingers with his tongue.

"Ah... what are you doing?" Cheng Tianqing withdrew his hand, his face was extremely red, and Lu Jing's eyes were hot: "It's really sweet, even my husband's fingers are sweet."

"With the pastry in hand, it will definitely become sweeter." Cheng Tianqing lowered his head in a panic, poured a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and drank it up. Kissing off the wine from his lips, and then kissing his lips, the sweet and intoxicating scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine lingered between the lips and teeth, Cheng Tianqing shyly responded to him.

Lu Jing's big hand caressed his waist and held him tightly in his arms.

Cheng Tianqing put his arms around Lu Jing's neck and kissed him.

After the kiss was over, Cheng Tianqing's chest heaved violently, his face was blushing, his eyes misty, he looked at Lu Jing and said softly, "We can't do this..."

"No, why?" Lu Jing said, with deep eyes, "You are my husband, and I am the wife you are marrying, why can't we? Tian Qing, do you hate doing this kind of thing with me?"

"Well... I don't hate it..." Cheng Tianqing lowered his head and said, Lu Jing's lips were soft and warm, he didn't hate it at all.

"Then why not?" Lu Jing leaned into Cheng Tianqing's ear and whispered.

"Because, it's broad daylight now..." Cheng Tianqing gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh, so it's fine at night?"

"That's not what I meant!!" Cheng Tianqing looked at Lu Jing angrily, who had a smirk on his face.