Forcibly feeding the other half of the tea to Xie Ci, Yuan Changhuan said in disgust, "Take advantage of you, if it weren't for the fear that you would die of thirst, I wouldn't care." ”

"It's not just right to die of thirst, you can don't hug the pipa." The words of thanks replied faintly, and the tone was strange and complicated.

Yuan Changhuan slapped him in the face, "It's not easy for widows to marry, don't you know." ”

"I don't want to be a widow being pointed at more than being faced with your well-dressed face all day."

After drinking half a cup of tea, Xie Ci's hoarse voice was slightly moistened, and Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes were lazy and tired because of high fever, "It doesn't matter if you marry well or not, after all, you can't marry someone else, marry into the Xie family, live in the Xie family, and die in the Xie family." ”

As he spoke, he had to close his eyes again.

It's like unconscious words.

But it made waves in Yuan Changhuan's heart.

His eyes changed slightly, and he sneered, "There are so many wives and concubines, your tomb can't hold so many people." ”

"There are no concubines, as long as the son of this world doesn't admit it, no one will say it." The voice of thanksgiving was faint, but it could not be ignored.

The meaning is obvious, if he doesn't admit the concubine of his mother's concubine, it won't count.

Without waiting for Yuan Changhuan to reply, Xie Ci stretched out his hand from the brocade quilt, holding Yuan Changhuan's slender jade fingers, his posture was tired, and the tail of his narrow and wanton eyes drooped slightly, looking harmless and fragile.

The thin lips that sipped the water were watery, and his voice was hoarse and hazy, "Yuanyuan, it's okay not to make trouble, I can't hold you, I haven't slept for several days for my husband." ”

Bewitched by his low, hoarse and lazy voice.

Yuan Changhuan didn't even want to care about what he was hiding from himself.

This man is used to using his own advantages to make her soft-hearted.

But she knew it was a bitter ploy.

But he was still willing to take the bait.

Yuan Changhuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and when he hesitated, Xie Ci took her wrist and hugged the person directly to the bed.

Suddenly, Yuan Changhuan was already surrounded by a hot embrace.

Subconsciously pushed his chest away, and thanked him for his chin on her shoulder socket, naturally and affectionately, "Yuanyuan, don't push me away." ”

Every time he heard him shout Yuanyuan, Yuan Changhuan's heart trembled.

Gassy!

Why does this man always tempt her?

Yuan Changhuan's hand on his chest was pushed and clenched, and he grabbed the placket of his chest.

Xie Ci saw that her body was tense, her brain was burning in a daze, only a trace of lucidity remained, and her voice was fiery and hoarse, "Whatever you want to know, I will tell you, but not now, believe me, okay?" ”

With a tone that borders on supplication.

Yuan Changhuan's body gradually softened and shrank in his arms.

That's it......

There is a real lack of trust between them.

She should learn to trust him.

The atmosphere was just right, and Yuan Changhuan almost whispered, "Thank you, do you like me or my hands?" ”

“……”

Silently.

Yuan Changhuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It was as if he was waiting for a trial.

But there was no response to the thanks.

Pushing his chest, Yuan Changhuan raised his voice, "Thanks, do you like my hand, or do you like me?" ”

"Do you like me a little?"

The low voice, in the warm spring tent, seems to loop infinitely.

But......

But the person asked did not respond at all.

Yuan Changhuan felt that something was wrong, so he raised his head, "Thank you, didn't you hear me!" Still don't want to answer me! ”

Before she could finish speaking, she looked up and saw Xie Ci's tightly closed eyes, and the lips that had just been soaked in water had become dry and pale again.