In the book, the villain male second was conquered by me and became a loyal dog

Tong Huanyou was dazed and slightly drunk by his kiss, and could clearly feel his strong heartbeat in the palm of her hand.

"Well……"

It seems to be resisting, but also seems to be catering to.

Intertwined and lingering, with sweet moans.

After the ups and downs.

A strange floral scent quietly drifted into the room.

Tong Huanyou was already exhausted at this time, and collapsed in Yu Qingci's arms, and asked weakly: "Why do you always bully me..."

Yu Qingci leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, and said softly: "Only in this matter will Youyou be bullied by me."

When Tong Huanyou heard the voice, a small flame of unwillingness ignited in his heart.

She raised her eyes, and although her blush had not yet faded, she raised her hand and grabbed the collar of his shirt that was wide open on his chest.

"I told you, I'm a petty person. If you bully me, I'll get back at you when I get the chance."

After saying that, he turned over and stood up, pinched Yu Qingci's chin, and forced him to look up at him.

Yu Qingci looked at Tong Huanyou, who was a little stubborn and coquettish, and a hint of surprise and indulgence flashed in his eyes.

"What do you want to do, Youyou?"

Tong Huanyou leaned forward slightly, got close to Yu Qingci's ear, and whispered softly: "Guess~"

Yu Qingci's breathing stagnated.

Her hair fell and brushed against his skin, her fingertips gently tracing across his strong chest.

Yu Qingci's eyes became more fiery, and his voice became hoarse, "Youyou..."

She raised her head and giggled, "What?"

The flame that Yu Qingci had just extinguished was ignited again: "Are you really taking revenge on me?"

She had a bad feeling when she heard the voice, her fingertips paused slightly, her expression panicked: "This... I'll let you go this time."

(It seems... I am going too far...)

After saying that, she wanted to get up and escape from his thin waist.

The cunning look in Yu Qingci's eyes became more and more intense, and he was not willing to let her go easily.

He suddenly grabbed her with both hands and held her in his arms.

Yu Qingci laughed in a low voice and said, "It's a bit late for Youyou to run away now."

Tong Huanyou met his eyes that were full of desire and seemed to be able to devour people, and pleaded in a trembling voice:

"It really can't be continued, Qingci..."

Yu Qingci pecked her lips lightly and coaxed her gently, "Be good, it will be fine soon."

Tong Huanyou still wanted to struggle, but before she could make any move, her mouth was blocked by his passionate kiss.

The night is still long, and the charming atmosphere in the room is like a thick mist that takes a long time to dissipate.

The next day.

The next day, when Tong Huanyou woke up, the sunlight had already shone through the curtains and covered half of the bed.

She rubbed her eyes and turned her head, only to find that there was no one beside her, and there was no sign of Yu Qingci.

Enduring the discomfort in my body, I sat up.

Glancing down, I noticed a note lying next to the pillow.

She picked up the note and looked at the familiar handwriting on it. It said, "Youyou, the bath water is ready, and the clothes are at the end of the bed. If you don't know how to comb your hair, wait until I come back to comb it."

Tong Huanyou felt warm in his heart, stretched himself lazily, then slowly got out of bed and walked behind the screen.

Soaking in the warm water, recalling my crazy behavior last night, my face turned red again.

(Am I really that impatient?)

After taking a shower, she put on the gouache embroidered lotus skirt prepared by Yu Qingci, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked at her messy hair in the mirror.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to get up and look for Song Yingyue...

While Yu Qingci is away, she has something to say to Song Yingyue...

At this time, in an alley not far from the palace, Yu Qingci, dressed in black and red brocade clothes, holding a sword in both hands, looked down at the flower demon kneeling in front of him.

The flower demon cried so hard that she couldn't make a sound. She raised her tear-stained face and begged, "Sir, please save my daughter."

Yu Qingci's expression was stern and without any mercy, and he said coldly: "Is this why you gave her the aphrodisiac flower scent?"

The flower demon cried more and more sadly, sobbing and saying:

"My demonic power has been dispersed by the demon-killing monks. This is the only way I can repay you. Please have mercy and save my daughter."

Yu Qingci narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you seeking your own death by asking me for help?"

Upon hearing this, the flower demon trembled even more violently, and she cried and said:

"Sir, although you are a demon catcher, we are all demons after all. I am really at a dead end."

"My daughter's blood is being taken every day to make the so-called ointment. I have no choice but to resort to this last resort and offend Madam."

The flower demon kowtowed in despair, and blood came out of her forehead.

"As long as you can save my daughter, I am willing to be a slave and serve you and your wife for the rest of my life to atone for this sin. Please."

Yu Qingci's expression remained cold, but he was moved when he saw her being so humble for her child.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "No need. It all depends on my mood whether to save him or not."

When the flower demon saw that he did not directly refuse, a light of hope instantly ignited in her eyes, and she kowtowed to express her gratitude: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

"My little demon daughter is now in the dungeon in the Wanju Pavilion in the city."

Yu Qingci glanced at the flower demon and said coldly, "Got it, get out."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The flower fairy kept kowtowed, then propped up her shaky body, turned around, turned into white petals, and left with the wind.

Yu Qingci stood there, deep in thought.

It seems that before returning home last night, the servant of the palace seemed to have mentioned the chrysanthemum viewing party.

However, he didn't know that at another corner, a flash of white quietly left with the flower demon.

In the huge courtyard of the palace's guest rooms.

Tong Huanyou let her hair hang loose, endured the discomfort in her lower abdomen, pinched the hem of her skirt and trotted, looking for Song Yingyue everywhere.

Finally, Song Yingyue and Xie Zhili were found practicing under the crabapple tree.

Song Yingyue was seen as light as a swallow, with the sword in her hand flashing coldly in the sunlight.

His movements were smooth and each sword strike was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, exuding great momentum.

Xie Zhili's moves were fierce and powerful, his sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun or a dragon emerging from the sea, shattering the void.

The figures of the two people appeared and disappeared among the falling crabapple flowers. The petals fluttered down, but it did not affect their concentration at all.

"Sister Song!" Tong Huanyou waved her arms and greeted her.

Song Yingyue heard the voice and slowed down her movements. She looked over in confusion: "Youyou?"

Seeing this, Xie Zhili sheathed his sword and looked kindly at Tong Huanyou who was walking towards him.

"I thought you and A Ci didn't come back yesterday." Song Yingyue said.

Tong Huanyou touched the tip of his nose, put on a bright smile, and walked forward to hug Song Yingyue's arm.

"Sister Song, are you free? I want to talk to you~"