After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The water rippled gently, and Feng Qiwu felt as if his waist and abdomen were wrapped in a subtle itch, which made him tremble. When Wen Ranyan's voice reached his ears, he finally opened his eyes.

His eyes were dark and calm, but now under the mist of heat, they seemed to be burning with fire, as sharp and fiery as a wolf's.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?"

Feng Qiwu looked back, his eyes fixed on her pretty little face through the mist.

Wen Ranyan blinked her almond-shaped eyes in grievance, but her small hands were still stirring in the water. The hair floating on the water surface drifted into her hands. She could not help but grab it and rubbed it several times with evil intentions.

"Shouldn't my husband know why I didn't go to bed? I was sleeping soundly, but my husband sent someone to wake me up, and then asked me to come here to help you take a bath."

After Wen Ranyan finished speaking, her hands did not stop moving. She was fiddling with it and making many small movements.

Feng Qiwu only felt a sudden tingling sensation when his hair was pulled, which came and went, tight and loose. The unbearable itch also spread over his heart like water.

His eyes were dark, and he grabbed her rebellious little hand directly: "Really?"

Wen Ranyan struggled subconsciously when her hand was grabbed. The delicate skin on her wrist instantly turned red. She took a breath and said softly, "Of course. My husband, look at my eyes. They are almost red."

Feng Qiwu looked her up and down, and saw that her almond-shaped eyes, which usually looked watery and lively, were now filled with fatigue, and were covered with red bloodshot, as if she had been staying up all night.

But even though she was so tired, her behavior just now was still like that of a demon, which made people happy, as if she wanted to suck people's spirit and replenish their energy.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyelids slightly, and his thick and dense eyelashes covered his slightly burning eyes and the sudden sense of joy that arose in his eyes.

What a deceptive thing.

He went to her room just now and there was no one inside.

But now she was talking nonsense without blushing or beating her heart, just like a demon who was good at sophistry.

But this time, he did not intend to speak out. Instead, he wanted to hide in the dark. It would not be too late to slowly peel off her disguise after collecting all kinds of evidence.

Through the mist, Feng Qiwu watched her pretty little mouth spewing lies, and instead of getting angry, he felt more and more happy and excited in his heart, just like a hunter who had found his prey and was slowly observing and teasing it, full of evil.

No wonder this evil spirit likes to hide in the dark and cause trouble. It really makes people very interested and happy.

Feng Qiwu pinched her wrist, a smile gathered in his dark eyes, at first glance, his smile was as bright as the moon, but when he looked closely, he could see a hint of teasing in his eyes: "It is true that my face has turned red from staying up late, but my lady is already up, so hurry up and help me take a bath."

"If my hands and feet don't become more agile, I guess I'll have to endure it for a long time."

Feng Qiwu opened her thin lips and spoke some cold and heartless words into Wen Ranyan's ears.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes, and soon moved her gaze downward to his long, slender-fingered hand. She said softly, "But if my husband keeps holding my hand like this, it will be hard for me to serve him."

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu slowly let go of her wrist.

He hadn't even used any force yet, but her wrists were already red, as if she had been abused.

Feng Qiwu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were as dark as ink.

Wen Ranyan squatted by the pool and leaned over again. Through the seductive mist, her voice seemed to contain a hook that could seduce people: "Husband, do you want me to wash you with a handkerchief, or do you want me to wash you inch by inch with my hands?"

Although she said this, her hands were gesturing on his back in the air, slowly sliding down from his neck along his spine, teasing with her fingertips, and then to the hollow of his waist.

I heard that the dimples on the waist are a sensitive area, and the slightest touch will cause unbearable numbness and soreness, and make one gasp slightly. I don't know if this is the case with Feng Qiwu.

She clearly didn't put her hand there, but Feng Qiwu always felt a tingling sensation on her back.

His fingertips were slightly bent, and his dark eyes were surging and intertwined under the mist. After a long while, he said word by word: "Just use a handkerchief."

His voice is hoarse and extremely sexy.

Wen Ranyan was quite regretful, her voice was a little faint, but the light in her eyes was still burning: "Okay, but the handkerchief is a little rough, my husband has to be patient."

Feng Qiwu turned his eyes away and said nothing.

Wen Ranyan soaked the handkerchief in the pool water, and after it was full of water, she slowly placed it on Feng Qiwu's shoulders. The warm water wet his skin, and crystal water droplets appeared on his skin.

The water drops meandered quietly, and in a flash they flowed to the bottom of his waist.

Wen Ranyan twisted the handkerchief and gently wiped his wet skin, moving it down along his back, to the waist that she had been supporting, and then the handkerchief paused and stayed there for a moment.

Through the thin handkerchief, her fingertips gently touched it, and then slightly moved around it. This action was subtle, like ripples in the water, which was so charming and seductive.

Feng Qiwu felt a sudden shudder all over his body as the soft flesh in the waist was treated like this. The tenderness spread from the waist to his spine, making his straight back soften a little. He suddenly felt sensitive and couldn't help but moan softly.

Wen Ranyan curled her lips. In the hazy mist, her eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, rippling with ripples, charming and enchanting.

Sure enough, it is also sensitive.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with lust, and her voice was terribly hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ranyan clenched her handkerchief and said innocently and softly, "I'm just helping my husband take a bath. Did I hurt you because I was too heavy-handed?"

Feng Qiwu pursed her lips tightly and was speechless for a moment.

Wen Ranyan's smile deepened. She glanced to the side and saw a few dirty clothes he had changed lying in the corner of the pool. However, these clothes were violently torn into rags. She didn't know what these clothes had done wrong to be treated like this. They looked so pitiful.

"Husband, why did you tear all your clothes into pieces?" Wen Ranyan whispered in his ear, asking, "Isn't this something you like very much? Why did you destroy it just like that?"

Feng Qiwu looked at the torn clothes, and a layer of frost suddenly covered his eyes: "Of course the clothes that have been soiled by others must be destroyed, otherwise it will be very unlucky."

Wen Ranyan exclaimed slightly: "Ah, I wonder which blind person it is."

Feng Qiwu glanced at her sideways, and just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he heard Qi Jiuzhu passing on the message outside: "Master, Princess Jin'an wants to see you."

Princess Jin'an?

Feng Qiwu said without hesitation, in a cold voice: "No."

Before Qi Jiuzhu could stop the man, Princess Jin'an broke in.

"Feng Qiwu, why did you harm Zhu Yue to this extent? He is still lying in bed unconscious. Today, you must give me an explanation."

She went straight towards the hot spring pool, and only stopped when she saw two people about to collide with each other in the mist. Embarrassment and disgust were evident on her face.

Princess Jin'an looked at the two of them, frowning and showing even more disgust: "How can this be so shameless that they have no sense of propriety, righteousness, and honor."

It would be fine if that evil star didn't know the rules, but how could Wen Ranyan, a woman, also be so ignorant of the rules?

Even if she was a concubine's daughter raised on a farm, she should know how to avoid suspicion and behave like a reserved woman. How is she different from a prostitute in a brothel by being so soft and gentle like this?

"Your Highness the Princess is also abiding by etiquette and rules when she breaks into someone else's residence?"

Feng Qiwu bathed in the water without coming out or bowing, but leaned lazily. However, her black eyes were like sharp swords, as if they wanted to pierce Princess Jin'an deeply.