Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Dong Zhao gently rubbed his hair with his broad palms.

Ye Qiao couldn't help making a sound that would make her feel ashamed when she heard it.

The humming was intermittent.

Dong Zhao's chest and back were covered with horrible scars, old wounds mixed with new wounds, scratches from sharp claws, bite marks from fangs, shocking, he must have had a hard time in the past four years...

At this moment, there was a continuous drizzle outside the room, and the viburnum was blooming wetly, delicate and charming.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, covering the groans in the room.

The rain outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, everything is wet, and the water drops on the eaves are like broken beads, falling down with a patter, and the sound is beautiful.

The face was red, the corners of the eyes were red like a long line of water-red rouge, and the eyes were full of tears, and the hazy look was lovely.

Ye Qiao's fair body was covered with a thin layer of red gauze, and even the fingertips on his abdominal muscles were slightly pink.

He, who had just tasted love, couldn't resist the menacing attack...

Dong Zhao seems to want to turn all the thoughts of the past four years into silent words and "speak" them all to him.

What is love in bed, it means loving you every step of the way from the time you take off your clothes...

The heavy breath of the night did not know how long it was before it slowly sank.

Dong Zhao held him in his arms.

Ye Qiao's eyes were blurred and his bones were soft, and he slumped softly on his broad chest.

The breaths of the two were tightly intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

The heavy rain outside the house gradually subsided, and the raindrops on the eaves fell to the ground one after another.

Ye Qiao fell into a drowsy sleep...

The shower outside the house has just stopped, and there are still wet raindrops hanging in the grass on the hillside in the early morning.

When Ye Qiao woke up, he didn't see Dong Zhao's figure, but left behind a sweat that made people blush, the messy bedding and a few clothes scattered on the ground.

The moment I woke up, I really missed him. I couldn't restrain my reason. I didn't care about my sore waist, so I put on some clothes at random. Before I had time to put on my shoes, I chased him out with bare feet.

He chased after him to the kitchen where the smoke was billowing, and Dong Zhao was busy lighting a fire to cook, when he suddenly hugged him from behind.

"Master?"

He smiled and held hands in front of his waist.

"Master, why don't you sleep more? I was thinking about waking up Master after making the noodle soup."

Ye Qiao pressed against his back tightly.

"Can't sleep without you by my side."

God knows how many times Ye Qiao broke down every night during the four years Dong Zhao was away.

Now he's finally back!I no longer care about any reserved etiquette.

Dong Zhao turned around, saw the pair of pure white jade feet under the robe, frowned slightly, and hugged him.

Distressed: "Why don't you know how to wear shoes? What if the stone cuts your foot?"

"Master doesn't know how to feel sorry for himself, but I will."

As he spoke, he hugged the shy man in his arms and walked towards the yard.

Until he came under the Qiong tree, Dong Zhao carefully placed the person in his arms on the stone bench, bent down and gently pecked his forehead.

"Wait for me obediently... I'll be here in a while."

Watching him walk away, Ye Qiao picked up a piece of viburnum and smiled unconsciously.

Sure enough, as he said, Dong Zhao quickly came back with several bowls of hot noodle soup.

The long-lost scent wafted into his nostrils, Ye Qiao lay on the table, tilting his head and looking at him cutely.

Although Dong Zhao was joking, he felt sour in his heart, "I have not been with Master for the past few years, Master has been hungry for four years, right? He has lost weight from hunger."

"This time I'm back, let's set a small goal first, which is to make my master fat and fat."

"Save the pain in my chest when I hold it—"

How did Dong Zhao know that during the years when he was not around, Ye Qiao never took a bite of food, and he was really hungry for four years.

Ye Qiaoyouyou looked at him, "Are you panicking? Ah Zhao despises me?"

"Hey! Absolutely no such intentions! What did Master choose to pick on my thorns... Could it be that the apprentice failed to let Master..."

Ye Qiao blushed and stared at him with white eyes, only then did he stop what he was about to say...

Dong Zhao smiled and said: "Master is so thin, I am really in pain, my heart hurts—"

He pointed to his chest.

As he spoke, he handed the soup bowl covered with chicken shredded noodles to Ye Qiao.

He scratched his head embarrassingly.

"I haven't made it for four years, and my hands are a little rusty. I don't know if the taste is still suitable for Master's taste. Master, try it—"

Just as Ye Qiao was about to pick up the chopsticks in front of him, Dong Zhao suddenly stopped.

"Wait a moment!"

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Did you take drugs??"

In a word, Dong Zhao was almost speechless, and he reached out to touch Ye Qiao's forehead.

"It's not hot... Master is stupid??"

Seeing Ye Qiao's bewildered expression, Dong Zhao said with a smirk, "That's right, we've given the medicine... the aphrodisiac... pour it all in a big pot, eat it, let's finish it..."

Ye Qiao looked at him leisurely, when did the good boy become a big bad wolf, even when he talked about flirting, he was so wild and unrestrained, why did he feel like falling into the wolf's den?

Ye Qiao ignored him, and was about to get chopsticks when he stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Master, wait a minute—"

Ye Qiao looked at him dumbfounded.

After fiddling for a while, he took out a very precious juanbao from his cuff.

I don't know what is mysterious, wrapped layer after layer, and when Dong Zhao opened the ninth layer of Juanpa, he could see clearly what was the thing that was so precious to him.

a red line.

"This is??"

Dong Zhao held the red rope in both hands, the corners of his mouth raised high.

"I asked for this red thread from Yuelao Temple."

Ye Qiao was taken aback, "When did it happen? I don't know."

Dong Zhao pursed his lips, his face was covered with a blush, and he didn't answer his words.

Walking up to Ye Qiao, he took his right hand, wrapped one end of the red rope around his ring finger, and fastened it tightly.

The other end was wrapped around his left ring finger, and it was also fastened with a dead button.

The place where the red thread was pulled disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few circles of red thread tied to each finger at both ends.

"This……"

Dong Zhao smiled, "It's called a marriage of thousands of miles, as long as the red thread is still tied in the hand, no matter how many lives have passed, two people can meet and love each other."

Ye Qiao looked at it for a while, then smiled, "You have fallen in love with me for several lifetimes, so you don't feel bored, don't you feel bored?"

"As long as Master doesn't find me annoying, I will stick to Master!"

Ye Qiao smiled happily.

He looked helplessly at the noodle soup in front of him, "Can I eat it? If I don't eat it, I'll be lumpy—"

"Eat it, eat it—"

Ye Qiao lowered his head to cook, and Dong Zhao sat across from him, dragging his cheeks with his hands, looking at him with interest.

I'm afraid Ye Qiao doesn't know it himself, but the way he eats seriously, his cheeks are bulging and chewing, is so cute and bloody all over his face.

"Is it tasty?"

Ye Qiao nodded without raising her head.

"Master, it's delicious, there's still a lot in the kitchen—"

"Well..."

Ye Qiao ate happily, and Dong Zhao was delighted to see it.

Suddenly there was a waxy voice from behind.

"Master—"