or strangle him, and sit on the charge of murdering his husband.

Hold back, Yuan Changhuan, you must hold back.

A thank you is a deliberate attempt to provoke you to lose your temper.

If you really lose your temper, you're losing!

Take a deep sigh.

Yuan Changhuan smiled and took the teacup, "The husband is afraid of the cold, so the concubine pours a cup of hot tea for the husband." ”

Looking at her back as she left suddenly, Xie Ci was thoughtful.

Weak heart?

Otherwise, why is she so well-behaved and obedient, does she really want to find another man?

Xie Ci thought of this possibility, and the originally soothing eyes were immediately dyed with strange colors.

His woman has been his all his life.

Yuan Changhuan returned with hot tea and offered it with both hands, "Husband, please drink hot tea." ”

Xie Ci closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

……

Yuan Changhuan sighed lightly, word by word, biting clearly, "Husband, please drink tea!" ”

Hold the teacup up to the face of thanksgiving.

Tea swaying.

A drop splashed out and splashed onto Xie Ci's open chest.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

"Tea, husband!"

Yuan Changhuan saw him open his eyes, held the teacup to the tip of his nose, and repeated the same sentence tepidly.

The tone of thanks, lazy and quiet, "My husband suddenly doesn't want to drink tea and wants to go to bed." ”

said, regardless of Yuan Changhuan's reaction, he lay down and covered the brocade quilt.

Get ready to sleep.

Yuan Changhuan's hand shook, resisting the urge to splash this bowl of hot tea on his face.

He pursed his red lips and turned his head and walked out.

Feeling aggrieved and angry, she decided to do something else and divert her attention, so as not to really murder her husband.

Yu Guang skimmed the needle and thread that Qing Wan placed on the small table outside, as well as the cloth, and Yuan Changhuan had an idea.

If you take a step, you have to walk over.

Unexpectedly, the faint voice of thanksgiving came from the tent, "Lady, don't come in to warm the bed yet." ”

"The concubine doesn't want to sleep for the time being."

Yuan Changhuan refused without hesitation.

Xie Ci's voice was a little hazy and gloomy, "Do you want your husband to carry you over in person, or do you want to come by yourself." ”

"......" Yuan Changhuan gritted his teeth at his back, scolded in his heart, and lost his needle and thread and walked in.

Lie back on the bed.

The not-so-sturdy wooden bed creaked.

Thanks, frowned.

But not much.

Because......

Through the thin line of oil light, he saw the round eyes, which were very unfriendly.

This is a prelude to frying hair.

Well, that's the temperament she should have.

Xie Ci tossed for half a night, and finally stopped satisfied, and gave her half of the quilt, "Next time I see you eye-to-eyeing with other men, I'll ......"

"The concubine didn't make eye contact with other men." Yuan Changhuan unceremoniously pulled over most of the quilt and replied bluntly.

Listening to the tone of thanks, Yuan Changhuan was relieved.

The tone is no longer as deliberately flattering as before.

It's her who turns her face, it's her who pleases, this woman is fickle.

Xie Ci's back was cold, he leaned inside, stuffed his whole body into the quilt, and didn't plan to care about the things during the day, "What are you doing outside?" ”

Yuan Changhuan's eyes rolled, "Make a robe for your husband." ”

Ringing her embroidery, Xie Qi subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Seeing that it was Yu Guang who skimmed her bright expectant eyes, he agreed to come down.

"Okay."

"Is that husband wearing out?"

Knowing her bad intentions, Xie Ci curled his lips and smiled, "Of course it's good." ”

The first smile of the night was revealed.

Yuan Changhuan looked at his smiling face and was completely relieved.