Mo Ronyan raised his lips and smiled softly.
He gently wiped away the debris from the corners of her lips with his fingertips: "Madam, my husband has no strange habits."
Su Ruotang was confused: "Huh?"
Mo Ronyan slowly let go of his hand, with a hint of laughter in his voice, "I won't use such a short chain to strangle my wife to death."
"There's no need for Madam's expression..."
He paused, raised his thin lips, and slowly uttered four words, "Death is as good as death."
Su Ruotang: "..."
Mo Ronyan's big, knuckled hands pinched her delicate white ankles.
The man's hand is like a hand carved from white jade, with cyan blood vessels visible.
His slightly cool fingertips landed on the delicate skin of Su Ruotang's instep, causing her toes to curl up slightly.
Mo Ronyan smiled softly: "Xiao Haitang, this is worn on your ankle."
Su Ruotang's clear pupils shrank slightly.
Mo Ronyan untied the red rope and put the anklet on Su Ruotang's ankle.
The alluring red rope made her skin fairer and more delicate.
Mo Rongyan gently plucked the golden bell with his fingertips.
"jingle……"
The clear and sweet sound of bells rippled out.
Paired with the smart and clear blue jade, it is extremely pleasing to the eye.
"My husband has not been able to find a red jade suitable for carving hairpins for the time being, so I can only feel sorry for my wife to wear this anklet that was made and carved for her husband."
He deliberately emphasized the words "carving by hand".
The unique warmth and coolness of jade came from her ankles, and Su Ruotang shook her feet slightly.
The golden bell collided with the blue jade, making a beautiful sound.
The corners of her mouth curled up.
Then she flattened him again: "If you show your courtesy for nothing, you must be unkind."
Two golden bells, each with a different pattern, but they complement each other.
The luxuriant Xifu Begonia blooms with elegant and delicate Xifu Begonia flowers.
The carving is extremely delicate, and you can even see the lines on each petal.
Six blue emerald beads are carved into the six forms of Xifu Begonia flowers, which are lifelike.
Vaguely, there seems to be an elegant and sweet floral fragrance coming.
It can be seen that he put a lot of thought into this string of anklets.
"Well, I'm worried about my husband." A low laugh escaped from Mo Ronyan's throat, his voice was lingering and lingering, "I'll give you a bell that rings every step of the way."
Su Ruoxi's long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes sparkled with ripples.
She raised the corners of her lips, her red lips parted slightly, "One step... one thought?"
She deliberately bit her tongue and thought about the words.
Mo Rongyan's eyebrows were full of smiles: "Well, think about it step by step."
Su Ruotang's eyebrows were curved, and her delicate and delicate jade feet touched the man's chest.
The ringing of golden bells made her soft voice even more charming, "Think?"
Mo Ronyan raised his hand and pinched her ankle, his eyes seemed to be dark.
The next moment, he bent down and picked her up, striding out of the hall.
Answer directly with action.
"Hey! My roasted milk! My chestnuts and oranges!" Su Ruotang exclaimed, subconsciously raising her hands to wrap around the man's neck.
Mo Ronyan's voice was low and hoarse: "Eat later."
"It tastes best when it's hot..."
"Then roast it again. My husband knows that there is a good tea in the father's palace, which is more suitable for making roasted milk."
"Then I still want to eat chestnuts!"
A low laugh escaped from Mo Ronyan's throat, and he carried her back to the house.
Carefully placing the girl in his arms on the bed, Mo Ronyan hooked her long finger.
The hosta in Su Ruotang's hair was thrown carelessly by the man on the bedside table.
Her silky ink hair spread instantly.
As the bed curtains fluttered, one could vaguely hear the man's bewitching voice, "It's not good to be a vegetarian all the time. Let's eat some meat dishes first."
Su Ruotang: "!!!"
She really just wants to be vegetarian, not meat!
Along with the brilliance of the setting sun, the ringing of bells has been reverberating in the main house of Songxueyuan.
It wasn't until a silver moon climbed over the willow branches that the bells gradually stopped.
The next day, when Su Ruotang opened his eyes, the warm sun was already in the sky.
The gun mate beside him disappeared as always.
She stirred slightly in annoyance.
The golden bell that had been ringing for a long time yesterday rang again.
Su Ruotang paused and didn't dare to move again.
Want to be angry.
Sore throat.
I want to beat the bed.
My little hands hurt.
Woo.
She will no longer be able to look directly at Jin Ling.
After a long time, Su Ruotang rubbed his waist and slowly got up.
Golden bells ring.
She lowered her eyes——
The snow-white feet were exposed from the quilt, with a charming red rope tied around the ankles.
Above the red rope, there are red marks.
Su Ruotang: "..."
Dog men are indeed dogs!
Even if he gnaws her neck and collarbone, he won't even spare her feet.
"Miss?" Qing Wan heard the faint ringing in the house and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in."
He gently opened the door and entered the inner room. When he saw Su Ruotang sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet, she smiled playfully and said, "The golden bells on the young lady's feet are so beautiful."
After finishing her words, she added, "The voice is nice too."
Su Ruotang lazily raised his eyes and squinted at her, "Is it warm in the corner?"
The implication is, if you don't sleep at night, don't you feel cold when you listen to the corner?
He put some clothes on her gently and helped her get up, "It's not warm at night, but it's fine in the evening."
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes helplessly.
It's fine now, everyone in the house knows about her and Mo Ronyan——
white! day! kinky! Announcement!
There is nothing left in face.
He gently put her makeup on, looking at the red marks on her neck behind her ears, her face was filled with confusion.
The weather is still hot now, so wearing a high collar might cover up a rash.
But if you don’t wear it, what will happen to these marks?
The young lady will go to Xinglin Pharmacy later to treat Guo Chaochao.
Through the bronze mirror, Su Ruotang looked at his personal maid with a troubled face, glanced at the red marks on her neck, and gritted her teeth, "Wear a high collar."
She had no interest in going out with dog bite marks all over her neck.
I can't afford to lose that person.
As soon as she finished speaking, a rustling sound of greeting came from outside the house.
Mo Ronyan waved them out and walked into the house.
"Wearing a high collar on a hot day, madam, aren't you afraid of covering up a rash?"
Su Ruotang looked at the energetic man in the mirror and gritted his teeth, "When you meet a man born in the Year of the Dog, you can only cover your face."
Qingwan's heart trembled, she put down her jade comb, bowed and left.
She wants to hear gossip.
But life is more important.
Mo Ronyan placed the box in his hand on the dressing table and bent down close to Su Ruotang's ear.
The slightly cold fingertips fell behind her ears: "Next time, I'll bite somewhere else for my husband."
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes angrily.
Turning around, Yingbai poked his chest with her fingertips, "Erha has to call you ancestor when he sees you!"
Mo Ronyan grabbed the third prince's concubine's little hand and placed a gentle kiss on her fingertips.
The voice as clear as cold jade was a little surprised: "Er ha?"
Su Ruotang said one word expressionlessly: "Dog."
Mo Ronyan: "..."
He raised his eyebrows and opened the box, "What color do you like?"
Su Ruotang raised his eyes and looked——
The small mahogany box is divided into six small compartments and contains six kinds of paint.
Her gleaming peach blossom eyes suddenly shrank: "I don't even like it!"
She knows this paint.
It was the same paint that Mo Ronyan painted on her body before in Xicheng.
It can’t be washed off in a month!
