The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

"You don't need proof, you are the best."

Gu Xi stroked Wei Rou's cheek with distressed expression on his face.

She is just too strong.

Obviously weak as hell.

Wei Rou squinted at him.

"Then change places, if you were me, would you be willing to do nothing?"

Gu Xi fell silent and fell into silence.

Obviously, his answer was the same as Wei Rou's.

Wei Rou rolled her eyes with a smile, and tiptoed to kiss the corner of his lips.

"So, obviously we all think the same thing, why don't you let me do it?"

Gu Xi sighed lightly.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Wei Rou snorted and bit his lips again.

"What do you mean by following me? I've obviously put my mind to it, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, please punish my wife."

Wei Rou rolled her eyes, pushed him away, stretched out her slender fingers, and pointed to the desk not far away, "Go over there."

Gu Xi was startled.

He walked over as he said, and stood by the desk without sitting down.

Wei Rou walked over unhurriedly, jumped onto the desk and sat in front of him, stretched her arms around his neck, forcing him to bow his head.

Gu Xi's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to hold her soft and slender waist.

It seems to be slightly plump than when it first started.

Gu Xi sighed in his heart.

Wei Rou didn't know what was going on in his mind, she raised her eyebrows and said, "It's said that the general has good concentration, why don't we just write a line like this?"

The ink has been grinded, and the pen is lying quietly on the side.

It was originally prepared for Wei Rou.

But Wei Rou just wanted to torture Gu Xi, so her eyes were narrow.

Gu Xi didn't understand what she meant, so he agreed.

"What would Madam want me to write?"

Wei Rou pondered, "Why don't you go to Lin Fu."

Gu Xi raised his eyebrows: "The whole song?"

"What? The general won't?"

Gu Xi lowered his body a little.

"It's just that my wife's body won't be able to bear it after writing the whole song."

Wei Rou: ...

No, how can this be anti-molesty!

Wei Rou didn't change her face: "The general watched and wrote."

Gu Xi started writing from the beginning in a regular manner.

He is disciplined, which does not mean that Wei Rou is disciplined, otherwise her efforts to do so would be in vain.

Gu Xi put his arms around her waist with one hand, and dipped his pen in ink with the other.

When he wrote, he was focused and his profile was resolute.

Wei Rou leaned forward and kissed his eyelashes.

His eyelashes are thick and long, making Wei Rou envious.

Gu Xi paused the movement of his hands, pursed his lips, and continued to write without saying anything.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Wei Rou boldly stretched out her hand and put it on the belt around his waist.

Wei Rou didn't untie it in a hurry, but drew circles on it with her fingers.

Gu Xi's throat rolled.

Wei Rou naturally saw this and chuckled before continuing to the next step.

The belt was gently untied by Wei Rou.

After all, she has been a general's wife for so long, so practice makes perfect when undressing.

Gu Xi's breathing stagnated, and there was a moment of confusion.

Wei Rou seemed to ignore it, then slipped her hand into Gu Xi's clothes, playfully caressing his firm waist and abdomen ambiguously.

The man's breathing suddenly sank.

Seeing that he had stopped writing, Wei Rou still had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why didn't the general write it down? But you forgot?"

She glanced at the paper on the rice paper, and only wrote the first three characters, and the fourth character was drawn in a line, apparently unable to control her strength.

Wei Rou tried her best to suppress the rising corners of her lips.