Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao stared at him deadly, the little bastard will go to the house to expose the tiles if he doesn't fight!

But obviously he was the one who told him not to call him master, so he could only bear it silently.

"Not thirsty..."

But Dong Zhao finally seized this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity, adhering to the central idea that there will be no shop after passing this village, and Dong Zhao became a mouthful.

The kite kite comes, the kite kite goes on the lips,

Ye Qiao had never felt that Dong Zhao was so bored.

"Yiyuan... Yuanyuan..."

"Kiyuan...Kiyuan..."

Be calm and hold back, the apprentice is your own, you can't fight, you will hold grudges.

"Iris, are you hot?"

"not hot……"

"Yuan, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry..."

"Yuan, do you want to lie down and rest?"

"Not tired……"

"Yuan, this pastry is very good, do you want to try a piece?"

"Don't eat..."

"Yuan, look at what material this table is made of. It's pretty good-looking. When we have money, we'll buy a set in Bihaikongqiong."

Hold back, hold back, impulse is the devil, gentle and quiet like me...

"Yuan... Yuanyuan, look at this... Yuanyuan, look at that."

Ye Qiao looked at him with resentment, as if he had plunged into a honeycomb, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, making him uneasy.

He blushed with shame, and looked at the noisy Dong Zhao leisurely, wondering if he should also tie his tongue in a knot?

After thinking about it, let's forget it, if you hurt the heart of the good disciple and go to the road of blackening, the gain will outweigh the loss.

What else can I do, my disciple, get used to it!

Dong Zhao was making the bed next to him very attentively, and Ye Qiao frowned slightly watching his movements.

He made the bed, turned his head with a smile, and met Ye Qiao's eyes.

Ye Qiao was taken aback. The good student who doesn't like to smile on weekdays, laughing now and then is considered as a surprise and welfare for him. I used to hope that Dong Zhao could smile more, because he looks really good when he smiles. This year, he smiled even more. It's a little too much, compared to the first two years when he first joined the family, seeing him smile is an extravagant expectation.

Now Dong Zhao is smiling, obviously smiling so beautifully, but why does he seem to see a dangerous and seductive taste in his eyes.

He quickly retracted his gaze, picked up the teacup and put it in his mouth in a disguised manner.

"Yuan... the bed is made, come up and rest."

Ye Qiao blushed suddenly, and took a sip of tea.

"Cough...then what, I'm not tired."

Dong Zhao looked at the bed that had been laid behind him, turned over without saying a word, and said with a smile, "How about I warm the bed first, and when the bed is warm, Yuanyuan, you will feel comfortable when you come up again."

Ye Qiao's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, his heart pounding like a deer, and he didn't answer him in silence.

Just after taking a sip of herbal tea to calm himself down, he raised his eyebrows and eyes, and he was lying on his side with his forehead propped up with one hand, his eyes were very seductive, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised were evil and provocative.

Looking at the thin and strong beautiful waistline, the sunken waist made people see blood spurting, and there was an impulse to put his arms on the concave waist, and hug that strong waist tightly.

"Pfft!" A sip of tea spewed out of his mouth.

He blushed and lowered his head, wiping his mouth in a panic.

Dong Zhao quickly turned over from the bed.

With a worried look on his face, he said, "Master, are you alright?"

"Is the tea poisonous?"

Ye Qiao waved his hands quickly, and said incoherently with a blushing face that had nowhere to rest: "No, it's not."

Seeing that his expression was not right, Dong Zhao said worriedly: "Master, why don't you go up and lie down for a while, anyway, it's still a while before night."

"It's either good or bad..."

In order to quickly avoid Dong Zhao's face, Ye Qiao hurriedly got on the couch.

At this moment, my heart is beating like a drum, and all I can do now is to quickly close my eyes.

Dong Zhao sat at a table not far away, looking at him worriedly.

After closing his eyes tightly for a while, he obviously felt that his heartbeat started to slow down, so he dared to open his eyes slowly, but unexpectedly, he happened to meet Dong Zhaozheng looking at him with a pair of big ink-like eyes.

He trembled all over, thought for a while and turned over, and simply let himself face the wall to sleep.

Just when he was about to close his eyes, the warmth and smell of the person under him slowly fell into his nostrils, his fingers unconsciously folded together, and an unknown feeling collided crazily in his body.

Dong Zhao stared blankly at the person lying sideways on the bed with his back to him.

Even though his legs were slightly curled up, it actually made people think that his legs were extraordinarily slender. He thought that those legs under the clothes must be extraordinarily straight.

The narrow waistline is connected by a concave arc, the line is very beautiful, neither too stretched nor too thin, he seems to be able to imagine how tight and thin the muscles of the lower back are under the clothes.

Opening up the clothes should be a beautiful scenery of spring.When people look at it, they can't help but want to hold their hands around their waists, fasten them tightly like iron hoops, and hold them just right.

Thinking of this, Dong Zhao's body couldn't help trembling.

I really want to taste for myself what it feels like to hold his waist, and what it feels like.

Obviously so elegant and abstinent!

Dong Zhao couldn't help but look at his waist.

If that gaze could turn into substance, the person lying on the bed at this moment would have long since lost his body. The person on board was trembling slightly.

He stood up abruptly, and walked towards the bed nervously.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qiao was lying on his side, his legs silently curled up and almost reaching his chest, his body trembling even more, even though he clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth, he still resisted the continuous pain, and his voice trembled slightly.

"do not come!"

Ye Qiao didn't want Dong Zhao to see him in a panic when the dragon's nails broke out.

What makes him hateful is that the Dragon Nail attack, regardless of the occasion or time, tortured him like a flood of beasts every time he had an attack. Fortunately, Dong Zhao was not by his side every time he had an attack, no matter how embarrassing he gritted his teeth. It's over, although every attack hurts so much that he wants to end himself, and even more wants to be able to hug him and comfort him when Dong Zhao is by his side at that time, he thinks that if he is there, he might not be like this It hurts, so every time it happens, he curls up on the bed, hugs the quilt, imagines that Dong Zhao is hugging him, comforting him...

But when the Dragon Nail broke out and he was really by his side, Ye Qiao was very at a loss, hoping that he would not see him in a mess.

"You—go!" He forced out two words between clenched teeth, almost exhausting all his strength.

How could Dong Zhao stand idly by seeing him like this!

Pulling over his shoulders, a pale pained cheek full of cold sweat came into his eyes.

"Master!"