I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 480 Yan Wu feels that his face is as thick as a city wall
This is the place where Jiang Xingzhi practices.

Usually there is nothing else in the house except the bed.

There isn't even a table or chair for eating.

But today, because of the arrival of Princess Yanwu.

After Jiang Xingzhi was knocked down by the medicine, the eunuchs quickly decorated the room.

The floor was covered with blankets, there were flowers beside the windows, and even the bedding on the bed was replaced with new ones.

And Jiang Xingzhi was lying on the bed, his face flushed and his breathing rapid.

Yan Wu saw the bald Jiang Xingzhi for the first time.

She lifted up her floor-length skirt, walked slowly a few steps to the bed, lowered her head slightly, and looked at Jiang Xingzhi lying on the bed.

In fact, she has always felt that a man like Jiang Xingzhi, who does not like women and hates women and the smell of makeup, is more suitable to become a monk.

So in this dream, is Jiang Xingzhi's identity because of his own subconscious thoughts, or is it because of her?

Jiang Xingzhi is a person with extremely strong willpower, and Yan Wu cannot influence his consciousness.

This should be Jiang Xingzhi's own thoughts!
Gee, man, you have a lot of dreams!

He actually wants to be a bald donkey.

What a special hobby!

Yan Wu reached out and touched Jiang Xingzhi's face.

But in the end, her hand did not fall on Jiang Xingzhi's face, but quickly touched Jiang Xingzhi's head.

After seeing Qin Wan's bald head, Yan Wu also made himself bald that night when he went to Feng's house.

I have to say, baldness is addictive.

Not only it's cool, but it's light and you don't have to worry about your hair being used for DNA sequence identification.

Yan Wu touched Jiang Xingzhi's head and then quickly touched it again.

The bald Jiang Xingzhi looks very touchable.

Jiang Xing felt the fragrance of joy, and his breathing became more and more rapid at this moment.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Wu's wrist.

He opened his eyes and stared at Yan Wu.

He was tortured by the effects of the medicine, and his eyes were filled with water vapor and misty, feeling a little confused and a little aggrieved.

It's like a sleeping child suddenly wakes up, not knowing what night it is, and can't find its mother.

Yan Wu didn't feel guilty or embarrassed at all about being caught in bed with a thief. In her dream, she was as thick-skinned as a city wall.

She met Jiang Xingzhi's gaze with a smile: "You pinched me so much."

Jiang Xingzhi pinched her slender wrist, but he didn't intend to let go. He asked, "Who are you?"

His voice was hoarse, and when he opened his mouth, his breath was hot.

Yan Wu tilted his head slightly and smiled at him slyly: "I am the flower picker."

"Picking flowers?" Jiang Xingzhi looked confused: "Poor monk, there are no flowers in the house of this poor monk..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Wu's slender fingers pressed between his lips.

Her face was also close to his.

Her red lips parted slightly, looking charming and charming: "Am I not a flower?"

Jiang Xingzhi looked horrified, as if he understood the meaning of Yan Wu's words.

He subconsciously wanted to push Yan Wu away.

However, the hand he stretched out brought Yan Wu into his arms.

After a moment of joy, Jiang Xingzhi was still awake when Yan Wu stood up.

She took a bath by herself before going out.

The servants were waiting outside the door, and when they saw her coming out, they were cleaning up the funeral affairs in an orderly manner.

Yan Wu got on the sedan chair and without any instructions, the servants carried her down the mountain.

As soon as he entered the princess mansion, Yan Wu was about to take a bath again.

As soon as he entered his room, he saw the boy standing in front of the dressing mirror.

The young man took the one she always wore and played with it in his hand.

(End of this chapter)