I seem to be a fake mistress

Wen Qi was picked up from the bed, leaning his back against Bai Huoan's chest, still unyielding: "Just because I am a woman on the stage, does not mean that I am a woman off the stage, thank you."

Bai Huo'an: "Speak while holding your throat."

"What if I don't?"

At the moment when the words fell, Wen Qi heard the sound of a match being struck across the paper box again, small sparks burst into flames, and he even smelled burnt.

Feeling the heat wave approaching, the bristling hairs were roasted and pattered.

Wen Qi disarmed and surrendered: "I squeezed my throat and said, don't burn yourself."

Bai Huoan smiled as if there was something in his mouth.

It was only when the smell of smoke came that Wen Qi realized that he lit another cigar.

Where were the cigars just now?He didn't know either, Wen Qi frowned: "A gentleman never smokes inside the house."

Bai Huoan seemed to laugh, and took the cigarette out of his mouth: "Sorry, dy."

Then slowly, it burned the place where Wen Qi had just been burned.

Wen Qi yelled in pain, but Bai Huoan said: "Don't play tricks, my wife."

What tricks can he play? !

There was a knock on the door at the right time, the cigar was finally taken down, and Bai Huoan also retreated from Wen Qi.

Wen Qi was lying on the bed panting, he reached out to touch the burnt area, Bai Huoan immediately tied his hands with a belt.

He didn't even give him a quilt, so he asked outsiders to come in.

Maybe he's used to it, or the people who came in didn't look at him at all, but his voice was extremely stable anyway.

"Young master, another batch of those goods has come in, do you want more?"

Wen Qi pricked up his ears and listened.

Bai Huoan took a slow look at the bed and said, "Yes, of course, as many as you want."

"Then, young master, is it still in the old place?"

"Well, be careful after passing the port, there are a few newcomers there."

What are you transporting, and you have to be careful?Isn't Bai Huoan used to being arrogant and domineering? Who in this city doesn't give him some face, so why should he have so many scruples?

Wen Qi thought and thought, the port... be careful... a batch of goods?

Could it be those things?The thing that was mentioned repeatedly in history textbooks?

Wen Qi's eyes widened. It turned out that Bai Huoan not only bought Western decorations, but also Western dross...

The door was closed by the person who came in, and Wen Qi felt cold all over.

Bai Huoan opened a box, took out alcohol and pressed it on Wen Qi's body.

Wen Qi snorted: "I don't want to be the wife of someone like you."

Bai Huoan poured alcohol directly on Wen Qi's burnt area.

The excruciating pain made Wen Qi speechless.

"It seems that you need disinfection not only on your body, but also on your heart."

After a while, Wen Qi smiled again: "Bai Huo'an, you should know what it is, why are you doing this... I heard that Master Bai devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, so you know it's not that you don't want to report, the time has not yet come What do you mean?"

Bai Huo'an: "I don't need you as an actor to judge what I did, so please shut up, I can consider not cutting your tongue."

Wen Qi's heart is ashamed, this hero may be the Waterloo in his life, a mountain that he can never cross, even if he was not beaten to death by him, he was tortured to death by him.

When Wen Qi heard the warm reminder from the system that "the hero's favorability is +20, and the current favorability is 30", Wen Qi wanted to slam his head on the bed right now.

And yet he did.

Bai Huoan said coldly: "Do you want to die now? If the bed board is broken, even if you die, you will whip the corpse."