Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao's fair face was covered with a thin blush.

"You let go..."

He hooked his lips into a smile, "Master jumped up first. Master is so active, I really flattered my apprentice. If I don't actively cater to it, wouldn't I be too ignorant?"

Ye Qiao felt annoyed for a while. Every time he was molested, he was the one who was teased, and he was the one who blushed. The sense of victory and defeat came out to make trouble at this time. He thought that as a master, he had to move back to another game.

Can't lose to him every time, this damn desire to win!

The green and slender jade fingers touched Dong Zhao's lips gently with their soft fingertips.

"It looks like a boring gourd, but I didn't expect to be so proficient in the way of fun. It can be seen that Ah Zhao is really boring."

Ye Qiao's soft fingertips slowly slid down from his lips.

He buried his head and kissed him lightly.

When he looked up again, Dong Zhao's fair neck was already slightly red.

Ye Qiao snickered to himself, he teased, "I thought Ah Zhao's face was as thick as a city wall, but I didn't expect to blush—"

It's just that before he had time to snicker, and his surprised eyes had time to make an expression, the slightly cool thin lips had already completely covered his lips.

His clothes were peeling off bit by bit.

... 78 characters are omitted here——

Hearing that snow lotus blooms from a bud will be very shocking, Dong Zhao wants to say that he has seen it.

The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat.

... [-] words are omitted here, all spectators please make up your own brains——

The quiet night is no longer quiet. During the spring night, even the full moon shyly hides in the clouds, peeping quietly with half of its head exposed from time to time.

The wet hair was tangled around his neck, and he looked at Dong Zhao with tired eyes.

Dong Zhao seemed not satisfied yet, got up and carried him into the room.

Clouds and rain, mandarin ducks playing in the water...

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On the second day, the sun was already high, and Ye Qiao regretted it when he woke up. Only after he was extremely tired and in pain did he realize what a painful price he had paid for this night.

With a dejected look on her face, she lowered her eyes, "Sure enough... You failed to seduce people, but you were seduced... and you lost again."

As soon as he stood up, Dong Zhao walked forward with a soup bowl and a smile.

"Master is awake...I boiled many bowls of chicken soup just to nourish Master's body."

Ye Qiao gave him an angry look.

Dong Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, took a spoonful of thick and fragrant chicken soup, brought it to his mouth and blew it gently, and then handed it to Ye Qiao's lips.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to drink, he saw a chopped green onion floating on the spoon.

He frowned, and looked up at the smiling man.

A smile used to be a rare person, but now he loves to laugh so much, he has a smile on his face almost every day.

Every day is so comfortable and comfortable, every day is a perfect day.

One oversight, so is the second?

"What's the matter, Master? Why don't you drink?" He asked with a smile.

He said, "I don't like chopped green onions."

Dong Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Look at me these past two days, I happily forgot about this and that, and forgot about Master's dislike of eating chopped scallions. I will pick them out one by one, and wait until the selection is done." Cook it again and serve it to Master—”

Said Dong Zhao got up and was about to go out.

Ye Qiao suddenly stopped him, "You and I are already husband and wife, so don't always call me Shizun."

Dong Zhaoying smiled, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "Then I will call Master Ah Qiao from now on—"

Ye Qiao's face darkened, his whole body seemed to have fallen into a icy hell, the brilliance in his eyes was gone, his brows and eyes were slightly frowned, as if something was on his mind.

"Then Ah Qiao, can you call me Husband—"

His words reached his ears, but they became a buzzing sound, and at the moment he was so flustered that he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Seeing him in a daze, Dong Zhao called out, "Ah Qiao? What's wrong with you?"

He trembled all over, and only then came back to his senses.

Eyes dodged a little flustered, "Huh?"

Dong Zhaoyin smiled, "I want to hear Ah Qiao call my husband—"

Ye Qiao quickly calmed down, pretending to scold him, "Go and get your chicken soup."

Dong Zhao giggled, and then went out with the soup bowl in his hand. When he got to the door, he turned his head and said complacently, "Ah Qiao, wait for me to come back—"

Watching him leave, Ye Qiao's eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Occasionally, when I think about it deeply, I get a splitting headache.

After a while, Dong Zhao walked over courteously carrying the chicken soup.

"I've picked out all the scallions, so I'm sure they're all clean."

As he said that, he scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, and still blew thoughtfully, until he felt that it was almost done before handing it to his lips.

"Be careful, don't burn it."

Ye Qiao looked at the chicken soup, and then at him, "Ah Zhao, how long have I been awake?"

Dong Zhao's hand holding the soup spoon trembled slightly, and a few drops of chicken soup splashed out and landed on his hand. The hot chicken soup just came out of the pot, although Dong Zhao thoughtfully blew it on in advance, it was still hot hand pain.

"hiss--"

He quickly withdrew his hand.

Dong Zhao nervously put down the soup bowl in his hand, and was about to look at his hands, but Ye Qiao held his hands in his arms with a face of resistance, and looked at him with cold eyes.

He paused, his eyes still filled with worry and tension.

"Master woke up...it has been five days."

Ye Qiao didn't know why, the moment he heard the number, his heart skipped a beat, and he always felt that his heart was frizzy.

Although the past few days have been infinitely beautiful, I don't know why I always feel empty in my heart.

He was restless, even though his usual favorite chicken soup was in front of him, it tasted like chewing gum in his mouth, he only ate a bowl, and couldn't eat anymore.

The sun sets in the west.

Ye Qiao stood on the top of the Cang Qiong Mountain, looking at the endless blue sea, his thoughts fluttering, his eyebrows frowned, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at his heart, and put his right hand on his chest.

"It's been five days, but the Sleepy Dragon Nail never happened..."

Usually there would be two or three times of sleepy dragon nails every day, but it suddenly calmed down, it was really unimaginable.

Suddenly Dong Zhao's voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Master is here. I searched for a long time, and I called you several times from behind, but you didn't respond. What are you thinking?"

Dong Zhao said and hugged him from behind.

For some reason, Ye Qiao was somewhat resistant to physical contact with him, he inadvertently broke away from his embrace, and looked at him indifferently.

Dong Zhao was stunned for a moment.

"Master? What's the matter with you? Is something wrong with your apprentice making you unhappy?"

Ye Qiao looked at him in silence.

He became anxious, "Master, what did I do wrong to make you unhappy, if you tell me, I will definitely change."

He cried anxiously, almost begging: "Master, don't stop talking to me, a disciple like you will be very scared if you feel uneasy."

Seeing Dong Zhao anxiously about to cry, Ye Qiao's heart twitched hard.