Touch what?
What if I play bumper cars with you?
Yan Qi finished the cup of tea, stood up, and walked out.
"Master Yan, please stay."
He Xiuzhu stood up in a panic and blocked the door. Her soft eyes were full of tenderness and pity: "Can't you sleep with me once and save me from the sea of misery?"
Yan Qi lifted He Xiuzhu's beautiful chin, approached her face, and stared into her watery eyes: "Even if I don't sleep with you, I will still save you from the sea of suffering. What I want is not the body." A transaction, but a close confidant.”
After saying that, Yan Qi rubbed her body and squeezed out from He Xiuzhu's towering chest.
"Shang Shu Yan..."
He Xiuzhu covered her painful and swollen breasts, looked at Yan Qi's back, and let out a sweet cry.
Yan Qi didn't look back: "Three days later, I will visit the Lin Mansion with Pu Taixian to express my love for Pu Taili."
"Huh? This... love?" He Xiuzhu was a little confused.
Yan Qi added: "Oh, by the way, bring your identity token with you. The good Princess of Goryeo, why are you hiding your whereabouts? You might as well make it known to the world."
"oh……"
He Xiuzhu looked at Yan Qi Langyi's back, confused.
What does he mean...
He Xiuzhu's charming eyes were blurred, her soft body leaned against the door, silently in a daze.
…
When Yan Qi returned to Lin Mansion, it was already midnight.
Qiuxiang hadn't fallen asleep yet. Although she was so sleepy that she dozed off, she still insisted on waiting for Yan Qi to come home so that she could help him wash up.
Yan Qi soaked in the bathtub, enjoying the wanton caress of Qiuxiang's little hands.
This guy was naughty and grabbed Qiuxiang's hand and held it in the water.
Qiuxiang touched something in her hand and her cheeks turned red.
Yan Qi raised his eyebrows: "Is it big?"
Qiuxiang Nuonuo said: "Brother Qi, why is he like this again?"
Yan Qidao: "You don't know, I've been holding it in all night."
Qiuxiang covered her face and smiled: "Oh, I understand. Brother Qi must have had a long talk with He Xiuzhu, right?"
Yan Qi grabbed Qiuxiang's hand and played with it casually: "I did have a long talk with He Xiuzhu, but there is absolutely no such thing as knee-jerk."
Qiuxiang pursed her lips and smiled sweetly: "Seventh Brother is a dragon and a phoenix among men. Which woman wouldn't like him? I'm not a eldest lady, and I won't be jealous. What is Seventh Brother afraid of? Just tell the truth."
Yan Qi shook his head: "I really didn't do anything to He Xiuzhu, otherwise, how could I be so strong underneath?"
Qiuxiang playfully slapped her: "Where is it hard?"
Yan Qi became excited: "You can poke a hole in the wall, do you believe it?"
Qiuxiang's cheeks were flushed and her charming eyes were blurred: "I don't believe it."
"Don't believe it? Then it depends on how good I am."
Yan Qi couldn't hold it any longer and stopped taking a shower. Guang Bu Chu jumped out, hugged Qiuxiang and ran to the bedroom, throwing her fragrant body on the bed.
Qiuxiang pulled the quilt: "Brother Qi, what do you want to do?"
Yan Qi smiled evilly: "What else can you do? Come on, take a shot from me."
This guy rushed forward like a wolf and a tiger.
Qiuxiang was so killed that she lost her armor and couldn't bear it, so she fell asleep in the excitement.
Yan Qi was out of breath, but full of energy.
He broke out in a sweat and ran to take a shower.
Unable to sleep, I thought of what happened during the day and ran to the study again.
Swish!
Sketch a picture.
It was the picture that Cao Chunqiu secretly gave to Xia Ming.
A lush peach and plum fruit tree.
A small stream.
The mountains are majestic.
The light shines.
Faintly, a Guanyin can be seen.
What does this mean?
Yan Qi studied for a long time, but he didn't have any clue.
The more this happened, the more Yan Qi concluded that this painting was anything but ordinary.
It is interpreted as "Tao Li does not say anything, and it is his own fault", which is absolutely nonsense.
He was deliberately misled by Cao Chunqiu.
Yan Qi admired Cao Chunqiu even more.
After thinking about it, time passed quickly, and it was early morning in the blink of an eye.
The study door opens.
Qiuxiang was wearing pajamas, with her chest lowered, and her plump pink body was exposed in front of her face.
That lazy look is very charming.
"Brother Qi, why don't you go to bed?"
Qiuxiang held Yan Qi's arm and leaned closer: "I can't sleep without you.
Yan Qi put her arms around Qiuxiang's waist: "After a hard night last night, you're still not tired, otherwise you wouldn't have woken up."
Qiu Xiang smiled sweetly and looked at the painting on the table: "What kind of painting is this?"
Yan Qidao: "This is a letter your father secretly sent to Xia Ming. It was intercepted by the Eight Wise Kings on the way. It was just made public to the world today. I copied it to appreciate the style of Prime Minister Cao."
"My father painted this painting?"
Qiuxiang read it carefully several times and couldn't put it down.
Yan Qi asked: "Can you see the meaning of this painting?"
Qiuxiang blurted out: "If you don't say anything, you will make a mistake? Xia Ming happens to be my father's student. I
Dad gave Xia Ming this painting as an encouragement and encouragement, which is quite normal. "
Yan Qi smiled and shook his head.
It seems that everyone will be taken into the ditch by Cao Chunqiu.
Yan Qi hugged the fragrant Qiuxiang and touched her moist body, but she couldn't bear it. The evil fire deep in her heart surged up again.
With this evil fire rising, what else should I study about painting?
Never mind it.
Yan Qi pressed Qiuxiang on the table.
Qiuxiang understood and lay on the table with soft eyes: "Brother Qi, are you okay?"
"Why not? The barrel of the gun is very hard."
Yan Qiqi folded up her nightgown with her hands and feet, making some trouble.
Qiuxiang is babbling.
Soon!
The door creaked open.
Lin Ruoxian broke in.
Qiuxiang covered her face, not daring to look at Lin Ruoxian.
Yan Qi said with a shameless face: "Good morning, Miss."
Lin Ruoshan glared at Yan Qi angrily: "Bad boy, you stayed up early in the morning and went to the study to make a baby. How hungry are you?"
An idea flashed in Yan Qi's mind.
It stopped immediately.
Qiuxiang was enjoying herself, and she looked at Yan Qi tenderly: "Brother Qi, why did you stop? Continue."
Yan Qi looked at Lin Ruoxian: "Miss, what you just said, say it again."
Lin Ruoxian snorted proudly: "I said you stayed up at night and came to the study to make babies. The sound was so loud that I was woken up by you. Are you so horny?"
"Making a child?"
Yan Qi withdrew the spear, ran to the side, grabbed the painting, and read it over and over again: "Hahaha, wonderful, hahaha, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful..."
Qiuxiang was halfway through the battle. She couldn't achieve the high level or the low level. Not to mention how uncomfortable she was: "Brother Qi, you really know how to offend me."
Lin Ruoxian suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes and looked at Yan Qi who didn't even pull up his pants, with his lower body still exposed. He looked at a painting and smiled up at the sky. He was mentally surprised and snorted: "Bad boy, why are you laughing? Are you crazy?" ?”
"Crazy? Haha."
Yan Qi hugged Lin Ruoxian, pressed her on the table, and rolled up her skirt.
Lin Ruoxian struggled deliberately: "You bastard, what are you doing?"
Yan Qi said seriously: "In order to express my gratitude to the eldest lady, I have decided to use all my strength to send the eldest lady to heaven."
Lin Ruoxian couldn't bear it, but she was extremely happy. She looked back at Yan Qi and said, "Please be gentler to me, or I'll leak it, or I'll go crazy."
