My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 172

Almost immediately, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, and Ying Yihan kissed the delicate white hand with his slightly cool lips, the warmth of the potion still remained at the corner of his mouth, one cold and one hot, making his heart itch.

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it." Hua Rumo withdrew her hand in shock, looking at him with a pair of water-colored eyes, and took the medicine bowl as usual, but almost dropped it on the ground because of her inflexible fingers.

Raising her eyes, with timidity and a touch of indescribable emotion, Yanyue frowned and frowned, just about to open her small mouth, Ying Yihan took the lead.

The small chin was lifted, and a kiss fell. Between the lips and teeth, Hua Rumo felt that the mouth was filled with a soft and soft tongue, followed by a strong and bitter medicine taste.

Because the medicine was too bitter, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she wanted to struggle, but her slender waist was held even tighter, her hands were pressed against her chest, and her fists were clenched tightly. This posture seemed to be playing hard to get, and there were still people standing outside , Hua Rumo was embarrassed to speak out, the two of you came and went, a bowl of potion was poured into the mouth, and there was still a strong bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.

"You..." Hua Rumo was filled with shame and anger, what she wanted to say was submerged in the shallow kiss again.

Although Hua Rumo tried his best to resist, Ran Ying Yihan was experienced after all. After tossing and crushing, attacking cities and conquering ponds, his thin body suddenly became limp. Fall back.

The kiss was deep, heavy, and long.

Hua Rumo gave up her resistance, curled up her small hands on the side of the bed, and slowly exerted force, her thin lips parted slightly, trying to accept it.Sensing the woman's shallow response, Ying Yihan was overjoyed, and the big hand on the back followed Miao Duan's curve to the waist, stroking with his fingertips, and touched the slightly protruding lower abdomen.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he let go of the woman with flushed cheeks. His eyes met, and there was a flash of light, and a faint friendship flowed.

It was only then that Hua Rumo realized what she had just done. Being stared at by such a fiery gaze, her whole body was on fire, and she faintly showed signs of becoming angry from embarrassment.

The little hand raised again, wanting to hit him in the same way as before.

After all, he was born as a master, Ying Yihan was keenly aware of the danger, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but withdrew his hand the moment he touched the soft little hand.

Without waiting for the woman's slap, the inflexible little hand stopped two centimeters away from the cheek, whistling with hot air, blowing on the face, like a breeze blowing on the face, it was indescribably warm and peaceful.

Hua Rumo withdrew his hand in a daze, a trace of confusion flashed in his water-colored eyes, when did he start to feel hesitant to do so?This feeling of not being able to control her heart made her feel a little hesitant and afraid.

He raised his eyes, looked into the eyes that were also surprised, pursed his lips, and gritted his teeth. "My lord, are you enjoying yourself? If you are enjoying yourself, let go of the concubine."

"Flowers are like ink..." Ying Yihan frowned, his condensed eyes overflowed with fire, staring closely at this cute little face that people couldn't hate, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Stretching out his hand to brush the woman's black hair, then turned and left, leaving Hua Rumo leaning against the bed alone, touching her hot face, and then touching the simple bun, gently pulling out the hair under Cai Ying Yi Han. The emerald jade hairpin inserted into the bun was the one she brought to change the oiled paper umbrella last night.

Taking a nap in the afternoon, Hua Rumo woke up from the pain in her abdomen, sweating profusely, faintly feeling something was wrong, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and she stretched out her hand with difficulty to hook the wind chimes hanging beside the bed.

The sound of ding ding dong dong woke up Jing Bai who was lying on the round table in the outer room.

The scene she saw after lifting the bead curtain made Jingbai's eyes widen.

(End of this chapter)