"You are taking advantage of others' danger." Qing'er couldn't struggle. She felt Zhao Wujiang's strong masculine aura, and her heart was filled with shyness.
At the same time, there was still a little expectation in my heart.
"You're here." Zhao Wujiang put his arms around Qing'er's slender waist:
"Wash together.
Saving water is a traditional virtue. "
Qing'er remained silent, too shy to look at Zhao Wujiang, and said in a low voice:
"It takes two people to wash, it takes a long time..."
"If wet clothes stick to your body and you don't take them off in time, you will catch cold easily." Zhao Wujiang found a high-sounding reason and began to follow Qing'er's slender hands deep into the clothes to undress her.
The enemy is ashamed, I will undress her.
Zhao Wujiang, who was kind to others, took off Qing'er's wet long skirt in just three strokes.
During this period, Qing'er only struggled a few times symbolically.
Until only a thin green gauze bellyband was left, Qing'er blushed and pressed Zhao Wujiang's hand:
"Don't push yourself any further!"
There was a splash and the sound of water rushing.
Zhao Wujiang suddenly stood up, Qing'er exclaimed, her slender hands quickly hooked his neck, and her two slender legs were also clamped around Zhao Wujiang's waist.
"Why did you get up suddenly?" Qing'er was shy and angry. Zhao Wujiang's movements were huge. She thought that Zhao Wujiang was going to do something rude to her due to his animalistic nature.
Zhao Wujiang allowed Qing'er to hang on him in this posture. He did not wipe the water on his body, but walked directly to the bed. As soon as he bent down, Qing'er's wet body leaned against the bed.
He said seriously:
"Of course it's rain and dew, so I'll bully you."
"I...I was just joking..." Qing'er pouted and turned away. Her pretty face was red and wet, and her hair stuck to the side of her face. There was still a hint of charm in her purity.
"I am so sincere to you, and you are actually making fun of me?" Zhao Wujiang feigned anger:
"You have to apologize to me."
Qing'er didn't look at Zhao Wujiang, her eyes turned around, and her hands and legs were still hooked on Zhao Wujiang.
"Yeah!" Suddenly she exclaimed, her nasal voice dragging out for a long time. Her legs were paralyzed, her hands were weak, and even her whole body was limp. She was forced to let go of her hands and feet and slumped on the bed.
She looked sideways, her heart suddenly melted, and the spring water in her eyes overflowed.
It turned out that at some point, Zhao Wujiang leaned over and tried to use his words with a masked face.
In just a few breaths, she truly felt the sharp tongue of Zhao Wujiang that her sister once praised.
How could her delicate body withstand such teasing? Zhao Wujiang's tongue and skirt had already turned her into a puddle of water.
"Brother-in-law, please don't..." She whispered, extremely sweet.
She pressed Zhao Wujiang's head, obviously wanting to pull it out, but she couldn't help but press it deeper and deeper.
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"How are you preparing?" He was dressed in red and sitting on the main seat of the ancestral hall. Next to him was the altar table, which contained the tablets of the ancestors of the Li family.
"Ancestor, everything is ready." A strong shadow slanted out on the ground. Looking along the shadow, a man like an iron tower suddenly appeared behind Li Weiyang in red.
"Go." The candlelight beside Li Weiyang flickered, but it couldn't shine close to his face. His old cheeks seemed to be covered with a deep gray fog.
"Ancestor, do you really want to do this?" the strong man asked:
"cocoa..."
“Right or wrong, good or evil, are all judged by others.
It doesn't matter whether you are rich, powerful or in a high position.
Cause and effect is the root of the Li family, and it is the way that the Li family has adhered to for countless years..." Li Weiyang's voice was hoarse and a bit sharp, and she was even more tired:
“Betrayal or knowledge of current affairs is a big gamble.
If you are a gambler, you will lose.
But your ancestors and I will never do that!
Don't say sacrifice one person, sacrifice everyone..."
Li Weiyang couldn't help but let out a long breath and didn't finish speaking.
But the strong voice behind him bent down, clasped his fists in salute, and then disappeared.
In the Li family ancestral hall in Nuo Da, the candlelight was dim. Li Weiyang stood up unsteadily and let out a gloomy laugh:
"Zhao Wujiang..."
