Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu was kicked to the ground like a rag doll, he let out a sleepy babble in pain, his body fell to the foot of the bed and curled up into a ball.

He was bleeding all over his body, not only his calf, but also his lower body and right ear.

Qin Muyang's lower body was injured because of too much force, and his ears were bleeding when he was thrown down the stairs.

Ling Qiu felt very painful, hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball on the cold floor, like a dead body whose bones had been dismantled, it was difficult to even amputate his fingers.

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In the early morning, warm sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bedroom is like a layer of gold dust under the soft light.

Perhaps because of the sexual desire last night, Qin Muyang slept more deeply than usual this night. When he got up, he found Ling Qiu still curled up at the foot of the bed.

He got up and sat down, put his feet into the quilt, as if teasing him, and rubbed his back repeatedly.

Ling Qiu's back was very sensitive, Qin Muyang seemed to be able to see the body under the quilt silently huddling into a ball and trembling.

After playing for a while, there was a sound in his stomach, indicating that he was hungry.

Qin Muyang got up to get the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw that it was already eleven o'clock at noon.

It was already noon and he was sleeping like a pig, Qin Muyang immediately became irritable, he went over and threw off the quilt, looked at the naked Ling Qiu, and immediately stepped on his buttocks, kicking and stepping on him, behaved extremely nasty.

Ling Qiu moved uncomfortably, only feeling a huge boulder pressing on his body, making him a little breathless and unable to open his eyes, this feeling was like a ghost pressing the bed.

Ling Qiu frowned his delicate eyebrows, opened his mouth in pain and moaned, and a moment later an angry voice broke into his ears.

"Get up and cook for me."

Ling Qiu opened his eyes in a daze, and looked up along the foot in front of him, a handsome face appeared in his field of vision, Ling Qiu's breathing was stagnant, and his heart missed half a beat.

Qin Muyang is definitely the best-looking man he has ever seen. Whether he was a child or a grown-up, he undoubtedly attracts everyone's attention.

The sharp-edged face, the facial features sculpted by a master craftsman, the clean and firm chin, and the neck have a natural and noble curvature.

And his pair of deep eyes are even more attractive, deep, silent, indifferent, like a whirlpool, just looking at it can suck people's soul into it.

Looking at it like this, Ling Qiu's face also burned up.

He opened his mouth and called out in a low voice: "Mu Yang." His voice was unbearably hoarse, as if his throat had been broken.

Qin Muyang looked at Ling Qiu with a flat expression, his eyes were full of contempt: "What the fuck, get up and cook for me!"

Ling Qiu got up from the ground tremblingly, his body was still in pain, especially his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear clearly.

At this time, he didn't have time to take care of it, he stood up quickly from the ground, thinking that he was naked, glanced at the ground, picked up the quilt and wrapped himself like a rice dumpling.

This appearance made Qin Muyang laugh, but of course this laugh was a mockery.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. What are you covering up? Didn't you always want me to see your body?"

"I...I didn't..." The young man looked aggrieved, lowered his head, and breathed in a sticky nasal sound.

He knew that Qin Muyang looked down on him, and he also knew that he was not qualified to talk about self-esteem in front of him.

Ling Qiu also sometimes felt that he was cheap, last night he was beaten, locked up and fucked all night, but he was like a normal person, he couldn't afford to be angry with Qin Muyang.

"No? Then who called you so coquettish last night and kept calling me by my name?" Qin Muyang said, "Ling Qiu, do you think you are a coquettish bastard?"

Ling Qiu felt that if he continued to say this, Qin Muyang might say something even worse, so he turned around and walked out wrapped in a quilt.

The heating was turned on in the room, but Ling Qiu suddenly became cold for some reason.

He walked very slowly, dragging the quilt and staggering forward.

Qin Muyang sat on the bed and looked at Ling Qiu's back, his eyebrows jumped for no reason, and a sense of emptiness hit his heart.

Ling Qiu returned to his bedroom, washed his face and changed his clothes. When he looked in the mirror, he was startled. His body was full of wounds, from forehead to calf, big and small bruises, of course more What's more is the bite mark, it's purple and red, and the skin is broken in several places on the chest, touching it, it hurts so much that the corners of the eyes twitch.

Ling Qiu didn't have time to deal with these injuries, so after hurriedly getting dressed, he went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

He is Qin Muyang's child bride-in-law. When he was sent to the Qin family, he was brought up by the housekeeper. Since he was a child, the housekeeper taught him how to take good care of this bad-tempered young master.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Qin Muyang came out of the bedroom, five dishes were already set on the dining table, all of which were his favorites, and Ling Qiu was still busy in the kitchen, he walked over and stood behind Ling Qiu to watch .

It's not about what kind of food he's cooking, but about his shoulders, waist, hips, and thighs. The curves of his body are not exaggerated, and he even gives him a kind of graceful erotic emotion.

After last night, he finally knew what this man was useful for.

Qin Muyang wanted to step forward and press him on the cooking table, rub his buttocks, and bully him all night like last night.

For such thoughts, he doesn't feel dirty, after all, this is Ling Qiu's only strength besides cleaning and cooking, he dug it out for him, he should thank him.

Thinking about it, Qin Muyang walked over and placed his hand on his waist.

Ling Qiu didn't feel Qin Muyang's approach at all, or more precisely, he didn't hear his footsteps. When his waist was pinched, his hands trembled, and a drop of hot oil splashed onto the back of his hand. Qiu's skin is very fair, and usually a pinch would cause a scar, not to mention that the back of his hand would turn red immediately after being splashed with hot oil.

He didn't wipe it either, and just stood there stupidly, until Qin Muyang's hand on his waist became more and more limitless, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Muyang, there is another dish, you go and sit outside for a while. Enough."

Qin Muyang smelled the pungent smell of oily smoke on his body, and finally restrained himself, and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

Ling Qiu was a little dull, he didn't notice Qin Muyang's dirty thoughts just now, and when Qin Muyang left, he covered his right ear.

He had an intuition that there was something wrong with his ears. Up to now, his ears were still ringing, and there was also a tingling pain inside, like a needle prick.

He reached out and touched it, his fingertips were wet, a dry blood clot was stuck inside, and he couldn't hear in his right ear at all.

When Ling Qiu brought the last dish to the table, Qin Muyang had already eaten it.

In the past few years, I have been used to being served by the little wimp, and my stomach has grown, so I always feel that the dishes in restaurants outside are not as tasty as his cooking.