A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

He stood up, grabbed his hand and dragged him into the woods on one side.

"You...what are you going to do?" He didn't know why she was so angry, and he was dragged away by her indiscriminately. The route he was not familiar with, he stumbled for a while, Jun's face was flushed, but He didn't dare to let go of her hand, for fear that she would get angry even more. More importantly, her hand was so soft that he couldn't bear to let go. You know, these days, she has been hiding in the dark, listening to her busy in the house, Hearing her manage the family in an orderly manner, and listening to her punish her mother-in-law and her servants...

Her voice is clear and soft, flowing into his heart like a clear spring, he remembers her voice, her smell, as long as he gets close to her, he will feel his heart beating irregularly, several times, he really I really want to hold her little hand, feel her existence, feel her warmth and breath...

Seeing him stumbling behind her, An Xiaoqing's heart ached, she couldn't help slowing down, supporting him, and when she reached the hiding place, she poked his chest with her finger:

"You idiot, I'm living a good life, who made you worry."

He faced her in astonishment, with a hint of grievance on his handsome face, he muttered softly: "It's good that I was almost framed."

"You..." An Xiaoqing was in a hurry, her eye circles were red, and she poked him again: "Even if you are worried about me, you can send someone to guard you, do you need yourself? Look at you, you have suffered a lot of injuries again. .”

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Finally understanding why she was angry, Chu Yunxi seemed to heave a long sigh of relief, the expression on his face was not so tense, he grabbed her messy hand and said lightly.

Are you used to it, get used to being hurt, get used to the pain, get used to being ignored?A habit made An Xiaoqing so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe. She raised her hand, gently stroked his handsome face, and traced the curve of his face with her hands like him, and said in a choked voice:

"You still call me a fool, you are the fool, a big fool who is not philosophical, you are the son of the prince's mansion, you can let the guards protect me, don't you know, how much my heart will hurt if you are like this Guilty?"

Hearing that she was crying, he was anxious, and hurriedly stroked her tears with his big hands, and said nervously: "I won't let those rough people come, my little fool, I want to guard by myself."

"I... I'm just an ordinary concubine, and a slave, you... why are you so nice to me?" An Xiaoqing burst into tears, never being so cared about by others , how can you not be moved?

"Normal? They say you look good, hmph, I won't let them see my little fool." He wanted to hug her in a hurry, but he was afraid that she would get angry, so he held her in both hands. With a small face, two rough thumbs brushed her tears lightly, pouted and muttered softly.

Seeing the jealousy on his face, the nervous and narrow-minded way he was holding her, the childish look of fearing that she would be snatched away by others, she wanted to laugh again, good looking, is there anyone more beautiful than him in the world?

Feeling ashamed again, she whispered, "I don't look as good as you."

"I see that you still don't want to marry me, you..." He suddenly seemed to remember something, his face darkened, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of sadness, worry, and anxiety flashed across his handsome face. self-abasement.

This trace of inferiority seemed to have pierced An Xiaoqing's heart with an awl. She pulled him over to straighten his face and said, "When did I say I won't marry you?"