Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Dong Zhao held his flushed cheeks and kissed the two lips without hesitation. It took Ye Qiao a while to react in a daze. The love he was looking forward to would either not come, or it would be as swift as a tornado, which made him defenseless.

He subconsciously wanted to push away, Dong Zhao grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the soft bed, constantly kissing his brow, lips, and neck forcefully.

"Azhao..." Qing/panting out his name, his voice at this moment is like a soul-stirring tenderness.

"Teacher...want to commit a crime...".

Dong Zhao was so anxious that he only tore off most of his coat, and the inner coat fell from half of his shoulders.

The breeze blows over the wind chimes in the veranda, and the wind chimes make a cold sound when they strike.

After tossing and tossing, it was already early in the morning, Ye Qiao's hazy eyes were open, and there was still a blush in his eyes, and the watery light was misty and pitiful.

His eyes fell on the strong muscles and lean waist, and in an instant, the bright red climbed from his face to the tips of his ears.

The long eyelashes of the person with closed eyes trembled slightly, and a pair of bright snow-like eyes stared at him greedily.

"Master..."

His Master Master almost killed Ye Qiao.

His slender fingers gently brushed his loose black hair, hugged him tightly in his arms, and rested his chin lightly on his head, "Master, I will treat Master well for the rest of my life."

Ye Qiao drowned in his chest, raised her big eyes that were about to cry, and stared at him for a long time.

She moved her red and swollen lips, her voice was slightly hoarse, but unexpectedly pleasant and beautiful, "You seem to be very familiar, like... a master in the field of love, with ease."

He was very surprised that he was on the passive side throughout the game.

Dong Zhao smiled charmingly and coquettishly, how dare he say that he has been coveting him for a long time, and how many times... the picture has appeared in his mind.

Ye Qiao's face turned red again, he had never met such a rascal, and this person was still his "good" apprentice.

In the early morning, when Ye Qiao woke up, there was no one around him, so he slightly twisted his body, feeling unbearably sore.

That's right, how can I feel better today after being overwhelmed by waves last night?

Ye Qiao deeply understood the words pain and happiness.

He took a breath, propped his hands up and wanted to sit up from the bed, but he tightened his aching eyebrows and gasped.

Dong Zhao, who pushed the door open, saw this scene and hurried up to help him.

Seeing the painful appearance, Dong Zhao blamed himself and felt guilty, "Master——"

He pulled out a smile, as gentle as a spring breeze caressing a willow, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I didn't blame you"...

Only then did Dong Zhao feel relieved, and he was as attentive as a puppy, "Where does the master feel sore? But the waist? How about I give you a pinch."

"You pinch? You don't have to."

The strength of his hand...try again...the waist is about to break.

"Azhao, I'm hungry."

Dong Zhao smiled, "Okay, I'll cook for Master, and when Master is full and has strength, we can fight again!"

Ye Qiao blushed faster than she could understand. She gave him a hard look, and just about to hit him when she raised her hand, he smiled, and before running away, she didn't forget to peck him on the cheek desperately.

Running to the door, he said happily, "I'm going to cook for Master!"

Ye Qiao shook his head resentfully, "This damn child..."

Reluctantly raised his forehead, "I knew it would be like this...why bother...ah, the path I chose, I have to bear it while kneeling with tears in my eyes."

He changed into a pink and white robe, and sat at the stone table under the Qiong tree. The green-haired mandarin ducks in the blue sea were still playing in the water like glue. He looked up at the Qiong tree full of flowers, everything was so beautiful , It was beautiful like a dream, and sometimes I even felt that I was dreaming, but the pain in my body was so clear.

After a while, Dong Zhao walked forward steadily with two stacks of soup bowls.

He brought the soup bowls covered with shredded chicken noodles to Ye Qiao.

He said with a smirk, "Chicken noodle soup is the master's favorite, and chicken soup is the best for nourishing the body. Master eat more to nourish the body, so as not to..."

The noodle soup that Ye Qiao just put into his mouth almost spit out in one gulp, and Yoyo gave him a white look.

"Eating a meal can't stop your mouth."

Dong Zhao cheekily laughed twice, obediently buried his head in his meal.

Ye Qiao chewed twice, then suddenly stopped, frowning slightly.

"Huh? What's the matter, Master?"

I saw him squeeze out a small piece of bluish-yellow thing from his mouth.

Dong Zhao looked around.

"Ginger? Is there a problem?"

Ye Qiao stared at him, silent for a while before saying: "I don't eat ginger, have you forgotten?"

In the past, Dong Zhao always remembered that Ye Qiao didn't eat scallions and ginger, and he never cooked with scallions and ginger. He had never made a mistake in the past three years.

Even his annoying senior brother still remembers his habit, how could Dong Zhao forget?

He stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Only then did Dong Zhao come to his senses, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Master, I was excited for a while, and my head was always thinking about other things, and I forgot such an important thing."

As he said that, he picked out all the ginger slices in the soup bowl, and then sent them to Ye Qiao again.

Dong Zhao smiled and said, "Master, let's eat, there is no ginger this time."

Seeing his smiling face like a flower, Ye Qiao pursed his lips slightly, thinking that the child was spoiled by joy for a while, but it is understandable for him to be negligent.

A happy day always goes by so quickly. The two of them lay comfortably on the deck chairs in the yard, watching the stars in the long dark night.

Occasionally, a few birdsong could be heard in the quiet night sky, Ye Qiao slightly turned his head to look at him, stared at him for a long time and said, "That's great"...

"yes--"

The moonlight shining on his cheeks was extraordinarily beautiful, Dong Zhao couldn't get enough of it, so he simply turned sideways and rested his chin with one hand, just enough to see him.

"Master... I think..."

Ye Qiao blushed and cast a look at him, "Sure enough, you are young and very strong. Master is old, so don't worry about it. You can still use Master if you leave him a small life."

"Isn't Master not old at all?"

He smiled maliciously and said, "But it's so pretty when Shizun blushes."

Ye Qiao didn't know when Dong Zhao's mouth was so eloquent.

It is impossible to say that he is not as good as him on the couch, Ye Qiao is already deflated, and still being teased like this.

He turned over and rode directly on Dong Zhao's body, and grabbed his neck with both hands. Although he looked fierce, the hands touching his neck were useless.

The fierce appearance of milk and fierce milk made Dong Zhaozhi want to laugh.

Dong Zhao smiled and said, "How come? Master is getting angry from embarrassment, and wants to clean up the house??"

Dong Zhao's two big palms reached his waist silently, holding them tightly with evil intentions.

Ye Qiao was startled.

He smiled unrestrainedly, "It's good now, you say it's the master who cleans up the house faster, or the apprentice moves faster—"