Peach Blossom couldn't help but stare at his body.

This man with handsome facial features, graceful posture, cold timbre, ascetic-sounding, long body and perfect figure is her husband.

Sighing subconsciously, her little hand stopped at his waist.

Still going down?

His chin was suddenly caught and provoked, and the young man raised his eyebrows as if he was dissatisfied: "Let you serve the master to bathe, what do you want?" Did the master come back too early, delaying you from leaving the palace every day, and you were dissatisfied? ”

"The fourth master has wronged people," Chu Xian raised her eyes to the phoenix eyes with strong eyes: "In the month you left, Xian'er was very well-behaved. ”

"Good?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Xian'er learns to ride a horse every day according to the requirements of her ancestors, and then practices calligraphy and reads......"

"Reading a book?" The young man interrupted her, thinking of the letter she had written, narrowing his phoenix eyes and pinching her small chin: "What book did Fu Jin read?" What book did she read to write such a letter? When he was in school, he had never seen anyone write this sentence before.

"Where did it come from?" He rubbed his fingertips against her jaw, making her head tingle.

Chu Xian shook her head slightly, her voice was soft: "No, it's not seeming." Xian'er wrote it herself. The letter was not a ready-made poem written by someone else that she had read, but she had written it with her own brain.

"Isn't it seeming?" As if he didn't believe it, his slender fingers shifted position and gently stroked the edge of her lower lip: "What doesn't it seem, huh?" ”

"Faith, letter to you." Isn't this what the fourth master just said?

He pinched her chin with his right hand and pulled the person closer, and his left hand slowly slid down from her collarbone around her neck, and caressed her back with a detour: "Letter? What did you write? ”

"The fourth master didn't receive it?" Chu Xian subconsciously asked softly.

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and slowly approached: "What letter?" ”

"The wind makes the flowers soft, and the ...... is warm"

She subconsciously blurted out, reciting the sentence she had thought about for a long time, but soon saw a smile in his eyes, and her delicate voice stopped abruptly.

This big badass!

He's changed, he wasn't like that before! Why did they separate for a month, and they actually started to trick her, deliberately leading her to recite obscene poems.

This man, it's so bad! Deliberately tricked her!

She clenched her fists and tried to pound him, but the next moment she lost the ability to think.

He leaned over slightly and grabbed her lips, gently sucking shallowly, making her soft and flustered.

The numbness began to spread from the place where his lower lip was held, flowing through the limbs.

Unlike the fierce kiss when he was pressed on the carriage in the afternoon, he was extremely gentle, and the delicate kiss hit her left chest.

What's the idea? What is thinking?

The little hand that originally wanted to beat him slowly released and hooked his neck, and subconsciously rubbed it back and forth, vaguely telling her joy and desire.

His left hand slipped from her neck, lingering back and forth at the delicate collarbone before stroking downward.

"What did you write?" He kissed her and let out a soft sound.

The originally cold voice was extremely charming at the moment, and Chu Xian controlled her mind that was almost bewitched, forcing herself not to recite it.

His slender fingers flicked lightly on her chest, sucking her lips hard as if in punishment, taking away her breath and all her sanity: "What was written, I don't remember?" Well? ”

The strength of his subordinates was deliberately increased: "What is the second half of the sentence?" ”

Don't remember? He didn't mind helping her think about it.