Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter VII

Afterglow sunk, and there was a faint golden glow outside.

Song Luan woke up and woke up. The brother who had been sleeping beside her didn't know where to go. She wore shoes and walked to the outside. Zhao Nanyu sat by the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He turned his back to her, it seemed Hearing her footsteps, he said, "You wake up."

Song Luan's throat was a little dry, and he replied in a dumb voice: "Uh.

Zhao Nanyu put down the cup in his hand, turned around, and explained to her, "I know my brother and go to my grandmother's side to eat."

"Oh." She whispered back. Every time she was alone with him, Song Luan was not very comfortable. After all, she was still a little afraid of him.

Zhao Nanyu stood up and walked over her step by step, standing in front of her. The tall body covered the large light in front of her. He was much taller than her, and looked at her carefully with low eyes, pursed her lips. After being silent for a while, he said: "It's very cold, you should wear more clothes."

When she just woke up, she only wore thin pyjamas, her small face was plain, her expression was ignorant, and she seemed to have not been sober.

Song Luan was still in a trance. She was like this when she woke up. She felt sleepy and lost her ability to think. She went back to the back room and put on her clothes before she came out. Her dark hair was scattered randomly, and she would not be complicated. Hair bun, just set up and inserted a hairpin and did not care.

She thought that Zhao Nanyu would not come tonight, after all, he had never stepped on her house twice a day. So what attracts him here! ? I can’t figure it out!

Zhao Nanyu looked at her thoughtfully and smiled, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Song Luan quickly recovered and responded very quickly.

The sharp edge in his eyes darkened, his hand rubbing the finger on his thumb intentionally or unintentionally, he suddenly smiled and said: "Yes, I almost forgot to tell you, knowing this boy likes you very much, a few days ago He didn’t forget to bring him over, and he told me implicitly that he wanted to see you. Sure enough, mother and child are together."

Even if she used to be so bad to know her brother, as long as he gave him a little sweetness, the child looked at her with a dim eye.

Most of Zhao Nanyu's words were testing her, or beating her.

Song Luan clasped his hands tightly, his palms were sweating, and he watched with so much concentration. She was not nervous, and her scalp was numb. She lifted her face and showed a cute and pleasing smile. It’s so rare to find that Brother Zhi is so cute. I couldn’t help but want to be nice to him.”

"Really?" Zhao Nanyu looked uncertain, not seeing what she believed.

In fact, he had five points of suspicion in his heart and didn't quite believe what she said. Of course, if this is her truth, it would be better.

Song Luan's face was a little hot, and his head was hanging down, and the sound of mosquitoing was "huh".

Zhao Nanyu didn't question it carefully, it seemed that she had been spared so much, he lowered his tone, "Are you hungry?"

"a little bit."

Song Luan was actually very reluctant to sit on the same table with him for dinner. She only dared to stare at the dish in front of her every time, and she dared not eat too much. Clue.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, and then asked the maid to prepare the meal.

The dishes tonight were particularly rich, and a jar of sake was placed on the table. The jar of fragrance exuded fragrance. Song Luan glanced at him several times, licked his lips, and the greedy bug in his heart was hooked out.

She still likes to drink fruit wine herself. The ancient wine smells more fragrant than she had before, which is really a bit greedy. It's just that Song Luan's wine is not very good, and the wine is not very good.

She sat beside Zhao Nanyu, did not touch the wine glass at his hand, and bowed her head to eat in silence.

Zhao Nanyu's meticulous and terrible person, and his ability to observe and observe are first-rate, and she can easily see what she is thinking from her face, and her brows are raised.

Song Luan didn't hold back the temptation, nodded, and his heart was cautious. On the surface, he had to pretend to be straight, and he spit out a word coldly, "Uh."

Zhao Nanyu poured half a glass of wine for her and pushed the glass in front of her. "Drink."

He looked at her with interest and wanted to see some clues on her face. Zhao Nanyu was not unaware. After returning from a trip, Song Luan changed a lot. He wanted to know if she was pretending to be.

Song Luan boldly sipped the sip of wine, with a lingering fragrance on her lips and a sweet taste. This wine tasted much better than she thought. A sip of wine unknowingly poured into the throat.

The candlelight was dim and shone on her delicate face. The white face that was originally fair and radiant slowly lifted a touch of red, adding to the world's appearance.

Zhao Nanyu silently filled her glass, and Song Luan didn't notice it, filled herself with another glass, and whispered something delicious.

After a few glasses of wine, she didn't feel anything at first. Later, she found that her head was deeper and flushed. She seemed to have a few more silhouettes of Zhao Nanyu in front of her. clear.

Song Luan was confused and realized that she might be drunk. She stood up, holding the table by her hands to barely stand firm, and her upper body was still shaking, as if she would fall at any time.

"Hiccup", his mouth full of alcohol.

Song Luan motionless, staring at him with his eyes wide open, his eyes reddish, his brow furrowed, and he was contemplating.

Zhao Nanyu was stared at by her like this, even though she was not annoyed, she chuckled, "Drunk?"

Song Luan shook his head subconsciously, this look looks a little silly, "No."

In addition to dizziness, she did not feel any discomfort, and her mind was sober!

She lowered her head and smirked. When she smiled enough, she lifted her face, her eyes glowed with ripples, and she looked at him shiningly. Song Luan remembered that he was the man in the future, so she praised from the heart, "You are really good looking."

Zhao Nanyu froze abruptly, she suddenly rushed towards him, her hands hooked his neck, her exquisite body clinging to him tightly, Zhu Lip Weiqi said again, "It looks good."

The two people's faces were almost sticking together. Zhao Nanyu lowered her eyes. Her face was puffy and her skin was delicate and smooth. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingertips on her cheeks. It felt pretty good.

Song Luan's courage became bigger after he was drunk, and he didn't have any bones on his body, and he was softly sticking to him, and he didn't seem to be afraid of him at all. .

Zhao Nanyu was dumbfounded for a moment, and immediately recovered, the head sticking in his arms crooked and fell on him, as if he had fallen asleep.

He always felt that Song Luan had changed something. He was silent for a while. Zhao Nanyu turned around and hugged people, took a step forward and walked into the inner room, she was not very calm, she was just put on the bed and covered with quilt , Kicked off the quilt with a kick on both feet, dissatisfied with tone, grunting, like losing his temper, "I'm so hot, don't be quilted."

Zhao Nanyu was about to leave. After hearing this, his brow furrowed, and he paused for a moment, but turned around and walked back. In silence, he covered her back with the quilt.

Song Luan was kicking away without saving face. She still felt not enough. She was pulling her belt with her hands and wanted to take off her clothes. However, the ancient costumes were cumbersome. Hot death, hot death, annoying."

Zhao Nanyu stood quietly for a long time, watching her for a long time, sitting silently for a long time, untied her belt, took off her coat, and her naked skin became brighter under the moonlight.

Zhao Nanyu didn't squint, and seemed to be unable to lift the slightest waves in his dark eyes, as if he didn't see anything, his expression was cold, Song Luan seemed to be dreaming, he slept very unsteadily, his mouth moved, as if he was talking dreams.

Her voice was so soft that Zhao Nanyu hadn't heard it clearly at first. He leaned down and listened carefully before hearing what she said in her dream.

"Do not kill me."

These four words fell in Zhao Nanyu's ears, and he was only surprised for a moment. The woman in front of her was pitiful, her small hand tightened the quilt, and the expression on her small face was pitiful. She looked so weak that he could pinch her neck by reaching out.

The ghost made a difference, Zhao Nanyu gently put her palm on her neck and pinched it a little, forcing her to raise her head, Song Luan was hurt by his pinch or was terrified in a dream, and the eyes gleamed with water A few drops of crystal clear tears slipped down, and this scene fell in his eyes, only to feel extremely beautiful.

Zhao Nanyu smiled softly, feeling like he was in a good mood, and raised his lips slightly.

He suddenly lowered his head, his cold lips and teeth slowly sucked the few teardrops on her face, a rare one, did not have such a deep aversion to her, the corners of his lips gradually went down, his eyes were red, and they looked like Took a bite in the corner of her mouth and only tasted the **** smell of rust. Song Luan in his sleep seemed to know that he was afraid, and his body shivered.

Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her back and gradually calmed down. He did not stay overnight, cut off the wick in the house, and walked away from Huai Shuiju on the night.

Song Luan didn't sleep well that night, and she had been dreaming about ridiculously intermittently. In the middle of the night, she was woken up by thirst, her throat was thirsty, and her mouth still hurt.

Between half asleep and half awake, she touched the black bed and walked to the table. She touched it with both hands and finally touched the tea cup. She lifted her head and poured a cup of tea into her belly, only to get a little relief. Thirsty.

Song Luan did not expect that those two cups of mellow wine had such a great stamina, and they were almost unconscious! ! ! She couldn't remember clearly what she did and what she said after she was drunk.

Otherwise, it is not good to sit here and drink tea.

It wasn't until Song Luan's mouth became more and more painful that she discovered the tiny small wound on it and touched it with her fingertips. She immediately retracted her hand when it hurt.

Oh, it really hurts people.

Who did it? ! Anyway, Song Luan didn't think it was her own bite. She thought about it for a while, and the hand holding the glass stiffened in place. Could it be that the male master bit it?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt, oh, Zhao Nanyu was indeed a small beast.