After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 73 Binding
When a man marries a wife, he wants his wife to take care of him and help the family, but with them, it's completely reversed. Qi Cun is busy with business outside every day, and he has to take care of her when he comes back.

She might die one day with a useless body like hers, and Qi Cun would have to bear the reputation of being a wife-suppressant.

The more Qiao Yuan thought about it, the more she sympathized with Qi Cun, and decided to make Qi Cun better in the future, for example, don't suddenly want to eat the water chestnut cake in Yutou Lane in the middle of the night, and insist on tossing Qi Cun up to let him buy it.However, this sympathy disappeared after less than a quarter of an hour.

Qi Cun was holding the medicine and looked at the little beauty's closed mouth on the couch, thinking of the energy he spent in the past coaxing her to take the medicine.

Qiao Yuan was thinking about how to align and store them in the future, when she suddenly felt herself being lifted up, with a wall of warm flesh behind her.

Her nose was pinched, and she subconsciously opened her mouth.

Then his lips felt hot, and then a stream of heat was poured in.

Bitter, astringent.

It was as thick as a paste, how could there be such a large amount of medicine, did Qi Cun condense all the amount she drank for a year in this bowl.

The little beauty took a moment, and just wanted to close her mouth, but her lips were stuck. With the strength of her little cat, she could only let people press her on the couch and do whatever she wanted.

Tears were forced out of the corners of Qiao Yuan's eyes, and a blush appeared on his cheeks, like smudged peach juice.

So, after taking that sip of medicine, he exited slowly and methodically.

The next dose was still the same.

Qiao Yuan had learned her lesson and pressed her lips together tightly, but Qi Cun always had a way to make her open her mouth.

The little maid came in with some candied fruits. Just when she was about to say something, she looked up and immediately left with her head lowered.

Behind the bead curtain, the spring scenery inside is dimly covered.

The Marquis was sitting in front of the couch, his tall body facing away from the door, his head slightly lowered, unable to see clearly what he was doing.

The two jade arms passed through the neck and intertwined behind the strong shoulders. The gouache cuffs slid down slightly, revealing a section of Jishuang Saixue's wrist, which was glowing with a thin powder against the black hair.

As if enduring something, the tender green fingers kept curling up, the petal-like fingertips sank into the flesh, and when they were released again, a red crescent moon mark was left on the palm of the hand.

Obviously, it has not been a while, and the small crescent moon print almost covers the entire palm of the hand.

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows on the wall trembled slightly.

The clothes behind the man's shoulders were ripped out of folds, his black hair was messy, and there were several red marks on the back of his neck.As if he didn't notice it, Zheng Zheng continued to feed the medicine.

The little beauty was groggy and couldn't even open her eyes. Just like that, she was poured a bowl full of medicine inhumanely, and her breath was full of bitterness.

Fortunately, Qi Cun was afraid that if he continued like this, he might not see the sun tomorrow, so he quickly stuffed a candied fruit into that bright red mouth after feeding the medicine.

The beauty who is silently accumulating strength...it's too late.

She didn't know what she looked like now, her thick black and slender eyelashes were flickering, and the tears were about to fall.

There was rouge around the eyes and nose, and he was obviously so angry that he was going to explode, but because of his weak body, he couldn't even open his eyelids and glare at this bastard.

The warm green hair fell on Qi Cun's thick arms, so soft and smooth that it almost swayed into his heart.

Qi Cun took one look, his throat rolled, he didn't dare to do anything else, he blew out the candle and quickly got on the bed, stuffed the fragrant and soft little wife into his arms, and closed his eyes peacefully.

In the past, if Qiao Yuan caught a cold accidentally, he would end up with a cold and then lie on the couch for ten and a half months.

I don't know if it was because he was given a large bowl of bitter medicine last night, but when Qiao Yuan opened her eyes, her head was no longer heavy and she had some strength in her body.

It's still very early now, a faint light from the sky leaks in from the window, and the room is still very dark.

Qiao Yuan leaned in Qi Cun's warm arms, listening to the gentle breathing above her head, and figured it out, today was the day for him to take a rest.

So the little beauty came out of his arms lightly, Qi Cun felt her leave, blocked his arm, and locked it back into his arms domineeringly.

Qiao Yuan gently touched his hand, coaxing in his ear, the man finally relaxed his brows, and fell asleep again.

It's still early.

Qiao Yuan got off the bed quietly, stepped on her embroidered shoes, looked for something in the house, and climbed up again.

The sky is bright.

Qi Cun has not yet opened his eyes, and has no soft body in his arms, so he subconsciously touches to the side.

His hands and feet felt heavy, like a ghost pressing down on the bed, and he couldn't move.

Qi Cun opened his eyes suddenly.

It's not like, he was really tied up.

The tall and big man stretched his limbs, his collar was slightly opened because of his dishonest sleeping position, and the slightly dim light could not cover his smooth and undulating muscles.

He was lying in a large shape, with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts on all sides.

Qi Cun turned his head little by little and saw his daughter-in-law sitting pretty at the table, with a tender face, looking at him with a smile.

The little beauty was sitting gracefully, and the sunlight leaked in from the window and shone on her face, making it as shiny as a pearl.

The hem of the snow-green gauze skirt hangs on the blanket, like the most magnificent touch among fluffy clouds.

Anyone who wakes up to find that their hands and feet are bound will be shocked.

Thinking of Qi Cun begging her for mercy in fear, promising not to bully her again, crying and begging her to untie, Qiao Yuan was so excited that his face was flushed.

Let him bully her all the time without teaching him a lesson. Do you still think that she is a soft piece of dough that can be squeezed as much as you want?
Qiao Yuan looked at Qi Cun on the couch, took a slow sip of tea, and waited for him to ask her to beg her.

Unexpectedly, there was no fear on Qi Cun's face as she thought. He looked over calmly and raised his handsome eyebrows: "Daughter-in-law, what are you doing?"

He looked at the tools that bound his hands and feet. Of course, Qiao Yuan couldn't find any hemp rope in the bedroom. After searching for a long time, he only found a few shawls and tied them up for him.

She also knew that she was weak, so she was afraid that the binding would not be tight enough, so she tied it tightly a few times.

But he didn't expect how ambiguous this scene would be in the eyes of a man.

A beauty is always fond of bright and bright clothes, even the shawls are woven with complicated patterns, which are tied around her body on weekdays. She looks graceful and graceful, with weak willows supporting the wind, and they are used to be accessories she cannot do without.

But right now, the woman's personal belongings are tied to the man's thick hands and feet, as soft as smoke, but the bound limbs are slender and strong, with clear texture.

The soft fabric and the explosive limbs are in the same picture. The comparison is very inconsistent, but there seems to be a dark charm flowing between them.

Even, the beauty seemed to love these shawls very much, and she wore them many times, and gradually acquired the scent of the owner.

The faint body fragrance lingered on the tip of Qi Cun's nose, his throat moved, and he gritted his teeth.

The blood all over his body was agitated, as if there were countless ants shuttling through his meridians.

(End of this chapter)