Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 941 I'm Hot
Cangyu saw Yun Zhuohua's curiosity, and he said silently, "Tianqing..."

Yun Zhuohua was shocked.

"You mean..."

Cang Yu nodded, Yun Zhuohua already understood.

"But Chen Shilian has always used your face in Changle..."

Yun Zhuohua stood up abruptly, standing far away from Cangyu, under Cangyu's perplexed eyes.

Yun Zhuohua pointed at him and said, "Shameless you guys!"

Zhang Tianqing likes Cangyu, and Chen Shilian uses Cangyu's face to be with Zhang Tianqing all day long. Isn't this deceiving Zhang Tianqing's feelings?

Although she didn't like Zhang Tianqing, she couldn't stand such a thing.

Moreover, if Zhang Tianqing also thought that the person he saw was Cangyu himself...

"You work hard here, but Chen Shilian is like this in Changle. You think you can enjoy the blessings of everyone, don't you?"

Yun Zhuohua touched something, raised his hand and threw it towards Cangyu.

Cang Yu raised her hand to receive it, only to find in the palm of her hand that it was actually a twin lotus carved out of wood two days ago when she had nothing to do.

Bing Tilian has not been carved yet, and there are many wooden thorns left on it.

"My lady calm down, I don't mean that for my husband."

Cangyu put Bingdilian back on the table, and immediately grabbed Yun Zhuohua's palm, and with the bright light, put it close to her eyes, watching carefully.

The hot and humid breath sprayed into Yun Zhuohua's icy palm again and again, making her want to take it back.

"Don't move, what if you get stuck with a wooden thorn."

Cangyu's fingers moved along her smooth skin bit by bit.

Gently and softly, it flowed from the fine lines on the palm to the fingers.

Of the five fingers, he didn't let go of one.

"are you done."

Cangyu's fingers always scratched her palm vaguely.

The crispy and numbing feeling is like the fish in the pond spit bubbles, one by one, they floated to the surface of the water, and exploded with a "pop".

The lingering sound is still in the body, echoing non-stop.

Yun Zhuohua's hand has been kept in a retracted posture.

She turned her face away, when Cangyu used to use the sword's callus, when it slipped across her palm again, Yun Zhuohua suddenly retracted his hand.

"do not move!"

Cang Yu grabbed her palm and pinched it with two fingers.

It's like the sting of being stung by a bee, but it can't be traced for a moment.

"Look what this is."

Cangyu held a very small wooden thorn out between her two fingers, and put it in front of Yun Zhuohua.

Then, he grinned, and smiled suddenly against Yun Zhuohua's cheek, "What's the matter, lady?"

"Your face is so red, are you sick?"

Yun Zhuohua didn't need to touch it, but she knew that her face was already red, she took a step back unconsciously, and stood apart from Cangyu.

He wanted to pull his hand out of Cangyu's palm, but Cangyu didn't want to let go.

"Hot!" she said, and added, "Don't you come so close to me, it's so hot."

"My lady is so strange. If it's hot, why is her body cold? Only this face is hot."

Cangyu smiled and moved closer to Yun Zhuohua, once he entered, Yun Zhuohua retreated.

Within a few steps, Yun Zhuohua's back was already pressed against the wall by Cangyu.

Yun Zhuohua couldn't retreat, he raised his other hand to push Cangyu away, but Cangyu grabbed his wrist first.

Her strength, how could it compete with Cangyu, broke free a few times, but Yun Zhuohua didn't break free.

(End of this chapter)