Three worlds reincarnation karma

Chapter 50

Feeling the smooth touch of Danhua's hair, Qingyao was a little dazed for a moment.

Even when Danhua turned his head around, she didn't realize that she was still holding his long red hair in her hand.

Danhua raised his hand to straighten Qing Yao's black and shiny hair, and then tied their hair together.

Using magic techniques to cut off the hair strands of the two, Danhua made a beautiful knot with a quick pinch.

He opened his thin lips lightly, as if making a promise of eternal life to her:

"As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love."

For some reason, Qing Yao accidentally continued the next sentence:
"In life, you should come back, and in death, you should love longing."

Danhua finally nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Qingyao, no matter what happens in the future, you must remember what we said today, you understand?"

Although she was still a little dazed, Qing Yao nodded obediently and said, "En."

Danhua couldn't help holding Qingyao into his arms, feeling her presence, there seemed to be a hint of relief in his gentle and clear eyes.

Qingyao's body was still a little stiff, and after confirming that Danhua was really just sleeping with her in his arms, she gradually relaxed, and she was still very uneasy.

It seems that in addition to being cruel and innocent, Shang Jun is also moody, what should I do, what will she do in the future?

Surrounded by the smell of red agarwood, she leaned in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, indulging in his breath, her thoughts flying.

This man is the Shangjun of the Feng Clan and is now her husband.

Can she really regard him as her husband?
According to what he said, her body really didn't feel better, and she didn't have any strength at all. Qing Yao finally fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning

Qingyao opened her eyes slightly, only to feel that the pillow was warm and comfortable, she couldn't help but changed to a more comfortable position, closed her eyes and continued meeting Zhou Gong.

Uh, no, why does this pillow have a heartbeat?

Oops, what she is holding is Shangjun!
Qing Yao came back to her senses, regretting so much that she wanted to hit the wall, because now she was wrapping around his body indecently in an octopus-like posture, he wouldn't blame her for offending him, would he?

She swallowed nervously, calmed down, before Shangjun woke up, she had to get off him quickly.

Qingyao didn't dare to act rashly, and wanted to let her movements leave Danhua's embrace as naturally as possible, so as not to wake him who was still asleep.

However, as soon as her arm left his waist, she was grabbed by a slender and powerful warm palm, which made her heart beat faster.

"Are you awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" A deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded above her head.

Qingyao's half body was withdrawn by him, and he pulled it back into his arms again, holding her tightly to prevent her from moving around, and said in a lazy and low voice, "You are not in good health yet, take a rest."

Anyway, there is nothing wrong, let him hold her and sleep for a while.

Well?It seems that Shangjun didn't mean to blame her, Qing Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she woke up and continued to sleep in his arms. She couldn't help but her heart beat faster. She couldn't tell if it was fear or throbbing, but the whole thing was wrong anyway.

She had to think of a way quickly, so as not to lose her composure in front of Shang Jun.

"Shangjun must be busy with a lot of things, uh..." Before Qingyao finished speaking, Danhua blocked her mouth with her lips.

After a while, he finally let go of her lips, admired her flushed cheeks, and declared lazily and solemnly: "First, you should call me Husband or my name. Second, this is Wutongshanfeng Xigong, time passes more slowly in Jiuzhongtian than here, things will be dealt with in time when you are in better health."

Qing Yao's heart was beating non-stop, she was still a little afraid of him, but also a little sweet.

"Can my husband go out for a walk with me?" Qing Yao's voice was as soft as a mosquito's humming.

Because the scene in front of her was too ambiguous, she was afraid that if she was not careful, her heart rate would be too fast, and her blood would not flow smoothly and she would die.

Danhua got up, summoned the maids and servants, and after bringing the washing utensils and clothes for the two of them, he let them all go down.

After washing, Qingyao came to help Danhua get dressed automatically and consciously. After Danhua got dressed, she took her coat and helped her put it on.

"I can do it myself." Qing Yao said hastily.

"How can this be done? You have already helped Weifu to dress, why can't Weifu help you to dress?" Danhua took her hand involuntarily and helped her put on the clothes, Qing Yao had no choice but to obediently stretch out her hands to get dressed.

"Come and comb your hair." After getting dressed, Danhua took her hand and walked towards the dressing table.

Qingyao took the comb and helped Danhua comb her hair one by one.

Shangjun's hair is smooth and delicate, like fine silk, and it's still very beautiful red, like flames, like, blood...

Why, did she suddenly have the urge to cry?

It was so strange, Qingyao quickly threw away the inexplicable thought, and helped Danhua half-tie up her hair with a golden crown, and spread the rest of her hair behind her shoulders.

Danhua got up, took her hand, and slowly put it on his face, said with a smile: "Madam's hand is really skillful."

Qing Yao laughed along with her: It's just a bundle of hair, it's nothing, right?Women's hair is difficult to comb.

"Come on, sit down, don't move." Danhua pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down in front of the vanity mirror.

Shangjun said not to move, so she couldn't move.

Seeing Qingyao's frozen posture as motionless as a mountain, he couldn't help but said amusedly: "What I'm saying is, you don't need to do it, I'll comb your hair for you."

What?Shangjun wants to help her comb her hair?
Now, the flattered Qing Yao is nervous again...

The comb made of sandalwood passed through her black hair and fell slowly against her scalp.

Seeing him gently combing her black hair, holding her black hair with his dexterous and slender fingers, tying up the bun in two or three strokes, and finally inserting the hairpin, a warm current surged in Qing Yao's heart.

She thought that Shang Jun was a cruel and heartless master, but this man who is so gentle to her... which one is the real him?
Could it be that Princess Hongying escaped from marriage because she fell in love with Lord White Tiger, and not because of Lord Lord?
"Okay." Danhua put his hands on her shoulders, leaned over her neck, and laid down his red hair and her blue hair gently, "Do you like it?"

His voice was deep and pleasant, intoxicating like the most mellow fine wine.

Qing Yao raised her eyes to look at her in the bronze mirror, the bun he helped her comb was very pretty.

"Well, my husband's hands are also very clever." Although Qing Yao was still a little uneasy, she was not as afraid of him as before.

Because there is a touch of tenderness in her heart.

He stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and met her eyes, the amber phoenix pupils were bright and deep, reflecting her figure.

Qing Yao choked for breath, quickly lowered her eyelids, she was so flustered that she didn't know where to put her gaze.

Danhua holds the eyebrow pencil in his hand, and the tip of the pen lightly sweeps over the peaks of her pale black eyebrows, brushing against her heart like a feather, itching, as if something floated down from the bottom of her heart and began to take root.

　Nanfeng's tip: the next step is to start the rhythm of kissing after a disagreement~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)