After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

Lin Yanyu swallowed her saliva, her mind seemed to be a tangled mess, the faster it spun, the tighter it became.

Seeing the tail of Li Yanqi's long and narrow eyes narrowed into a scorpion's tail, she was afraid that he would really sting Cui Zhenzhu to death, so she said, "Don't think too much, Miss Cui, Cui, I'm just cheerful."

After saying that, he even laughed dryly twice.

Li Yanqi rested his hands on his back teeth, his thick and beautiful eyebrows slightly drooped, and stared at the girl.

There were lip stains on her fair face, and she was holding a beautiful gift given by someone else in her hand, but she still dared to look at him with an innocent face?

He was already furious. Why were there always these annoying flies? Should he lock her up at home so that no one could see her?

Li Yanqi left several fingerprints on the door frame and saw that the girl was so scared that she stood there without daring to move.

He walked up to her, took the gift box from her hand, held her slender waist, led her inside, and said with a smile showing his sharp white teeth: "What's the point of standing outside? Let's go inside and talk."

Lin Yanyu's thick eyelashes trembled violently. Like a delicate white bird, she craned her neck to look in the direction where the Cui family's carriage left, and said anxiously, "I, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to tell you. I, I still need to go out."

"No hurry, it won't be too late to go after you explain to your husband."

The sound of a door closing and bolting.

Lin Yanyu's body trembled slightly, and she looked up at Li Yanqi pitifully. Her fingers curled up unconsciously and grasped Li Yanqi's collar, and her lips trembled twice.

There was another sound of something falling to the ground, and the gift box lay among the flowers and trees.

With a scream, her body was suspended in the air, and her arms subconsciously hung around Li Yanqi's neck.

Li Yanqi was not heading towards the bedroom, but the bathroom next to it.

"Husband, I don't know why Miss Cui did this. I'm not familiar with her. I was too tired today and fell asleep in the carriage. I didn't react when I got off the carriage. Really! Husband, please believe me!"

The corners of Li Yanqi's thin red lips curled up, and his eyes were like cold little hooks, hanging on the jade-white face of the girl in his arms.

He said slowly, "My lady, why are you so nervous? I don't disbelieve you. I know you've been busy all afternoon, so I asked Wang Po to boil some water in advance, waiting for you to come home so you can take a bath. Tell me if you're touched or not."

"Put me down. I can go by myself."

Feeling the push from the chest that was almost insignificant to him, Li Yanqi deliberately moved closer to the white and rosy tip of the ear.

"How can that be possible? Someone has left a mark on my baby. I have to clean it up myself, and then..."

Put your own stamp on it.

Lin Yanyu was shocked, "No! No!"

She struggled hard, pushing away the broad chest with her hands, and the satin shoes on her feet kept paddling like pink flower buds falling into deep water.

"You are mine. Except betrayal, nothing is impossible between you and me."

Apart from being a little arbitrary in sex, Li Yanqi always spoiled and doted on her, which made her forget his nature.

Compared with men, her strength is so weak that in his hands, she is like Monkey King and can never escape from his Five Finger Mountain.

Lin Yanyu hunched her shoulders and leaned back against the wall of the tub, her cheeks flushed by the heat, her eyes fixed only on a wooden board of the tub.

There was a splash of water.

Warm water slowly flowed down the wall of the bathtub. Someone approached her with the sound of running water. The hot scent of cypress approached, and her chin was pinched and lifted by warmer fingers.

The man nodded in satisfaction at the clean, smooth face, "It looks better this way."

Lin Yanyu felt something strange on her face, and recalling what had just happened, she couldn't help but look up at him in shame and anger.

Li Yanqi felt that he was a despicable person. He could still feel the rage when she glared at him unhappily.

He unconsciously moved closer, forcing her to squeeze out, "You are mine, do you know that?"

Lin Yanyu held her breath and dodged the tip of his nose that was rubbing against her cheek, feeling angry at his overbearing and rude behavior.

"Ms. Cui is a woman. Only a vulgar person like you would have such thoughts."

"Tsk."

Li Yanqi pressed his back teeth against the wall, his straight nose tip turned along with the girl's face, his exhaled breath sprayed on her face, one corner of his lips curled up, and he sneered.

"What can I do? I just can't learn to be a sour scholar like He Zhiyuan. It's no use for you to regret it. Whether you want it or not, you have to live with a filthy person like me for the rest of your life."

Lin Yanyu's heart suddenly became angry, and the anger burned away all her shyness.

She brushed the man's chin with the tip of her nose, frowned and looked up at him, angrily saying: "Why did you mention him, Li Yanqi, you are simply unreasonable! I don't want to see you, go away!"

Li Yanqi grabbed her two soft little hands that were trying to resist him, and put them behind her back. He lowered his phoenix eyes and tilted his head to stare at her slightly angry face.

"You're angry with me and want to drive me away because of them?"

He laughed, but not out of joy.

"Why? My dear, who are they to deserve your disrespect for me like this?"

Lin Yanyu was hurt by the cold light in his eyes. She became more and more angry and didn't want to say any more to him. She let out a long sigh, closed her eyes and turned her face away, unwilling to look at him again.

She heard a sneer.

"Okay, just ignore me, right? I'll send someone to kill them all later."

Lin Yanyu was startled and suddenly turned back to look at him.

"You—uh!"

The edge of the wooden panel sank into the soft texture of her back, and the back of her round head was held tightly by a big hand. She was forced to hold her upper body straight, almost unable to breathe, and accepted this rough kiss with disordered breathing.

As she tossed and turned, the anger in her heart gradually dissipated and turned into panic and fear.

Her hands and feet were weak and trembling, and her head was dizzy. Suddenly, she felt a slight burning and stinging sensation on her cheek and woke up.

In the misty water, she looked into Li Yanqi's dark and shining eyes. He stroked her cheek and said infatuatedly, "It looks like the petals of a crabapple tree. It's so beautiful."

The turbulent air flow hit the side of her neck, and she heard the sound of his insatiable desire.

"This is fun, I want more."

……

Li Yanqi played until the warm water turned cold.

He held the dazed girl in his arms and put her gently into the tent.

Remove the silver hook, and the green gauze curtain will hang down.

He knelt on both sides of the girl, touched the black hairband on the bedside, and quickly tied up the dark wet hair that fell to her chest.

He leaned over curiously and kissed the cheek that was blooming with a crabapple flower. His tone was sticky and sweet, and it was obvious that his mood had improved.

"Don't be angry with me, it's still... forget it."

As he said this, regardless of the fact that Lin Yanyu turned aside and didn't want to pay attention to him, he leaned over to face her and looked her over carefully.

"The water got cold so quickly. I didn't really play with you just now. I felt so uncomfortable. My dear, will you play with me for a while?"

Lin Yanyu shuddered all over, and before she could react, she felt a strange warmth on her earlobe, and the man had already come close to her.

She hated herself for not living up to her expectations. She was clearly angry with Li Yanqi, but every time that happened, no matter how much she resisted in her heart, she would still try to please him in the end.

When you are in love, it is the icing on the cake.

When you are angry, you cannot control yourself.

She hated the feeling of being out of control, and every time she saw him smile with satisfaction, she felt extremely ashamed.