Tyrant Be Good, I’ll Love You - Chapter 591

After dinner, Si Jue and Qinghe went for a walk in the backyard.

Walking in the sea of flowers, the night wind is cool and the moonlight is clear.

The paths left their footsteps.

His palm was tightly held by him, his palm was warm, but his fingertips were a little cold.

Qinghe couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and cover the back of his hand. His finger belly was gently worn and locked his fingertips.

Si Juewei looked back at her and saw that her moon bright cheeks were glowing with charming purples, and her footsteps stopped uncontrollably.

Turning around, her small body was covered by the shadow cast by his tall posture.

Qinghe looked up at him, his eyes turned slightly and said, “brother Jue, you haven’t told me that my food is delicious?”

Si Jue hooked his lips and stroked her face with his big palm. “The kitten is exquisite in cooking.”

Although he didn’t say it was delicious directly, he praised her in disguise.

Qinghe chuckled, “that’s natural. Ten years of Kung Fu is not in vain.”

“Ten years?” Si Jue frowned, with deep pupils.

The corners of Qinghe’s mouth became stiff and he smiled again, “well, ten years!”

Si Jue’s Adam’s Apple moved, lowered his head and stared at their clenched hands.

Qinghe looked up and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky. His water eyes were small in the moonlight. He was a little sad. “Ten years have passed, but it can change a lot of things.”

Si Jue slowly raised his eyes and locked her face in the broken light.

Qinghe also slightly turned his eyes and looked at him. Although the corners of his mouth smiled, it was so untrue.

Si Jue took a breath and suddenly turned around and took her to the room.

The pace was a little hasty. Qinghe vaguely heard the sound of broken cloth coming from his feet.

The eyebrow was slightly twisted off. Qinghe wanted to see what happened, but he walked very fast. She had no time to see it, so she had to follow him to speed up.

……

They were so anxious that they came to the door of the room, but Si Jue suddenly bent over, picked up Qinghe, kicked open the door, and a bang made Qinghe’s ears roar.

Before Qinghe woke up from his sudden action and sudden noise.

There was another bang.

Qinghe looked over his shoulder and saw that the door was closed.

My heart trembled violently.

Qinghe was vaguely aware of something and looked at him in panic.

But he saw his eyes burning like fire to burn her. He held her tightly. In his pupils, Qinghe clearly saw the word “danger”.

Si Jue’s eyes turned low and dark, holding her arms strong and firm, and his feet clear and firm.

Qinghe dared not go out, and his cheeks even felt red and painful.

He laid his body flat on the couch. He sat beside her with one hand on her belly belt.

Qinghe gasped and his waist was numb.

The throat was tense and moved gently like fear.

Her eyes blinked faster and faster as he bent down.

The hot breath fell on her face and lips, like a fire burning the wind, which made her breathing completely disordered.

Qinghe took a quick breath.

If you use your elbows hard, you have to sit up in a hurry.

On her shoulder, she was gently held by a pair of hot palms and pressed her back.

Then the lip was suddenly sealed.

In front of Qinghe’s wide open eyes, there is his rich and beautiful face. His beautiful eyes are slightly closed, gently kiss her, twist her carefully, pay attention to her and be careful, as if she were a treasure in his palm.

However, it is so strong and irresistible.

His body covered up,

He clasped her neck with one hand and covered her waist and abdomen with the other.

Qinghe opened his lips slightly and took a big breath, but only sucked in his breath.

Like a fence, she was completely locked up.

Pinch your hands tightly, Qinghe’s eyes are wet, and his cheeks are covered with intoxicated red rouge.

She tilted her head slightly, as if she were resisting him, and it seemed that she was silently inviting him, maybe it was just, irresistible.

The skin was slightly cool, and Qinghe’s nervous breathing was in a mess. She shrunk her shoulders and shook her body.

Her hands gripped his bare arm muscles.

Clean and round nails, pinching and sinking.

His lips wrapped with hot air were wantonly around her neck, and green grass tears poured out and hung around her eyes.

And when the sharp pain hit, the tears finally fell down.

She clenched her white lips and swallowed a lump in her throat.

Si Jue gently kissed her tears, but he still bullied her ruthlessly. Qinghe finally cried.

In the end, her sight was blurred. In front of her, only his handsome face flushed with satisfaction could be seen. Then she fainted.

But even if she fainted, it was difficult for her to live in peace. The whole person was like pieces of duckweed floating in the vast and rolling sea.

……

When Qinghe woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun. He sat on the couch holding the quilt and stared at the new quilt.

On the white arms holding the quilt, at this time, there was no good skin, all green and red, with terrible marks.

The arm is still like this. Qinghe definitely doesn’t dare to see what other places look like.

I just feel that some places, such as being whipped, are very painful!

But the pain was not enough to compare with her confused mood at the moment.

Qinghe closes his eyes. She is still with him

“Kitten” comes with the sound, which is a snow-white scenery.

Qinghe’s face is slightly white. He grabs the quilt and subconsciously pulls it up.

The “scars” on her body can be covered up, but she looked up at his eyes, but they were very red, but there was no tear.

Si Jue’s pupil was stabbed and narrowed his eyes tightly.

He took her by the arm, lifted her out, grabbed the clothes and skirts prepared for her on the small stool in front of the couch, and put them on her.

When he saw the large and small “scars” on her body, Si Jue frowned and dressed her gently.

Qinghe bit his lips tightly, his body was still shaking, and looked at him with red eyes.

Si Jue dressed her and put on her shoes. Then he closed his lips and looked at her red eyes like viscous blood and said, “my mother’s disease is unusual this time!”

Qinghe was stunned, and his dull and confused emotions turned into worry.

Without saying anything, Qinghe walked out quickly with his skirt.

Even though her body was weak and trembling, her steps were anxious and nervous.

Si Jue looked at her hurried back, and the black pupil was deep.

He lifted his clothes and quickly followed him.