Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 879 I am your husband+
Qingjiu's eyelashes trembled and her red lips pursed tightly.

Lie Jiuqing nuzzled him and kissed his neck unscrupulously, "I'm asking you, Mr. Qingjiu, why don't you answer? Do you not know?"

She walked forward with a smile, picked up his chin with her fingertips, sat on his lap with a smile, and leaned into his arms.

"Mr. Qingjiu, why are you looking at me and not speaking?"

Lie Jiuqing raised his head and bit his Adam's apple, "Is it possible that Mr. Qingjiu is mute?"

Open your mouth and shut it, Mr. Qingjiu, Mr. Qingjiu, the corners of Wen Rong's eyes turn red little by little.

He tilted his face, so Lie Jiuqing pinched his chin and moved it back, "Mr. Qingjiu is a scholar, can't you answer this kind of question?"

Lie Jiuqing sat up boldly and put his hands under his cloak, "Mr. Qingjiu, are you shy..."

The robe was untied, but Wen Rong couldn't hold it back and held down her rebellious hand, "Shut up."

It's a gentle and gorgeous voice, a little annoyed, and particularly pleasant to the ear.

Lie Jiuqing laughed out loud, leaned close to Wen Rong, and whispered in Wen Rong's ear, "Mr. Qingjiu, Mr. Qingjiu..."

"Lie Jiuqing!"

Wen Rong's voice suddenly dropped, and he grabbed her hand that was about to be placed on his waist, "How did you find it?"

"Isn't it easy to find you?"

Wen Rong frowned and was about to speak when the guard outside urged him: "Mr. Qingjiu, are you feeling unwell again? You go to the Young City Master first, and then can you call the doctor? The Young City Master is really worried."

Lie Jiuqing whispered to him, "Mr. Qingjiu, Qingjiu..."

Wen Rong pressed Lie Jiuqing's lips with his thumb and said hoarsely: "Right away."

The guard outside the door said: "Okay."

Lie Jiuqing looked at him with a smile, opened his mouth and bit his fingertip.

Wen Rong's fingertips trembled and he was about to pull it out, but Lie Jiuqing grabbed his wrist.

Looking at him blatantly, entangled ambiguously.

Don't miss any finger.

From fingertips to palms to wrists.The clearly visible temperature of addiction flowed into his heart, making him blush and said, "Don't make trouble."

Lie Jiuqing just refused to let go, "What identity do you use to tell me to stop making trouble?"

Wen Rong's lips tightened, Lie Jiuqing raised his chin and said, "Is there someone waiting for you outside? Do you want to be discovered that you are announcing in the daytime..."

"Husband."

Wen Rong whispered: "I am your husband."

Lie Jiuqing's whole body softened from the tips of his ears to the rest. She raised her head and kissed his chin. She got up obediently and said, "My husband, please go and do your work first. I'll wait for you to come back."

"..."

Wen Rong's throat rolled so much that he subconsciously grabbed her wrist.

When he wanted to pull Lie Jiuqing into his arms, Wen Rong paused, stiffly let go, stood up and left.

Lie Jiuqing stretched and walked inside, "Husband, have you slept on the bed?"

Wen Rong paused and looked back. Lie Jiuqing untied his cloak and tore open his outer robe.

As his pupils shrank, Lie Jiuqing leaned on it, rolled over, rolled up his quilt and huddled in the corner.

"It smells like you, you must have fallen asleep..."

Lie Jiuqing yawned and buried himself in the quilt, "Two sticks of incense at most. If you don't come back, I will make trouble for you..."

She couldn't sleep all night long, but any place with a warm atmosphere made her feel at ease.

Wen Rong walked forward slowly and heard Lie Jiuqing's soft breathing. He tightened his fingertips and said hoarsely: "Come here, take the lady back..."

"Mr. Qingjiu?"

The guard suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Wen Rong's words. He loosened his fists, tucked in his quilt, and pulled down the window curtain to block Lie Jiuqing.

After leaving the camp, he said softly: "I'm a little cold, let someone add some charcoal to the fire."

(End of this chapter)