Chapter 217: Murder Your Husband, Don't Touch Me

Yu Sain poured water on Yuan Changhuan while crying, "Why is the prince not here at this time, women can't get cold, let alone biting cold water......"

"Alright, you go out, you don't need to wait." Yuan Changhuan's face was calm and unwavering, making it impossible to see through what she was thinking.

opened her mouth, but Jade Satin still tiptoed out.

In the wide bathtub, Yuan Changhuan sat alone, lining his body more and more petite and weak, his face was like peach blossom cheeks, pale at this time, and even the cherry lips, which had always been delicate, were also tinged with a faint purple at this time.

The peach blossom eyes are calm and indifferent, cold and self-controlled.

His hand rubbed hard against Chi Lang's neck and arm.

The palms of the frustrated hands are rotten, the neck and arms are red, and he still doesn't give up.

Two hours later, Yuan Changhuan walked out of the bathtub, his steps were steady, and his voice said lightly, "Someone." ”

Jade Sain immediately pushed the door in, "Little ...... The princess. ”

"Are you alright?"

Yuan Changhuan quietly bowed, "Freshen up and change clothes, it's time to go to bed." ”

Seeing that the young lady's expression had recovered except for the cold air on her body, Yu Sain was relieved, "Yes." ”

Qingwan spoke, "Concubine Shizi, do you want the slave maid to call the doctor to take a look?" ”

"No problem." Yuan Changhuan waved his hand and refused.

The surging desire burning on his body has long since dissipated, and now it is so cold and comfortable.

The night is getting darker.

Yuan Changhuan lifted the quilt and let the maid scatter the curtain, "Let's go to bed." ”

"Yes, princess."

Closing her eyes, in the drowsiness, the scenes of the day penetrated her mind, pretending to be restrained and calm, almost collapsed, the creepy palms tore at her clothes, the black lewd thing was close in front of her eyes, and a wave of nausea surged.

But I couldn't vomit anything.

Blocked in the chest.

His fingers accidentally touched the empty couch beside him, his tentacles were cold, and he didn't return all night.

Grievance, tiredness and fear washed over her every nerve, and the other hand rubbed her neck, the touch lingered.

The night was almost sleepless, until dawn arose, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of sleep, there is a wet and sticky itch on her neck, and someone is kissing her!

The brain is buzzing.

Yuan Changhuan sat up abruptly and slapped the person in the face, "Bold!" ”

Raising his hand to hold Yuan Changhuan's wrist, Xie Cifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were faintly bloodshot, and his body was still the robe he left yesterday, "Yuanyuan, you want to murder your husband." ”

Hearing the voice of thanks, Yuan Changhuan grabbed the placket of his clothes, as if he wanted to get closer.

There was a familiar and unfamiliar fragrance between the wings of his nose.

Yuan Changhuan, who couldn't sit steadily, didn't know where the strength came from, so he pushed Xie Ci's chest and pushed him out, his peach blossom eyes were full of disgust and disgust: "You...... I don't care about you! ”

Originally, seeing that she was sleeping well, she was angered by Yuan Changhuan's disgusted eyes and words, and Xie Ci stood condescendingly on the edge of the bed, his solemn eyebrows and eyes were stained with doubts, "Is it because my husband didn't come back last night, so I'm angry?" ”

"I was out last night ......"

Yuan Changhuan's horror and grievances all night long smelled the aroma of Xie Ci, and before he could finish speaking, they all erupted, his chest rose and fell, his hand holding the brocade quilt was bruised, and he shouted in a dumb voice, "Thank you, you make me disgusting, don't touch me." ”

The irritable voice was weak and tired, and there was a hint of water in the cold eyes.

Xie Ci was stimulated by her disgusted and indifferent eyes, pinched her shoulder, and her phoenix eyes approached, "round ......"

The closer you go, the heavier the fragrance.

"Vomit ......"

Yuan Changhuan stuffed the filth all night, spit out his thanks, and looked at him hazy.