Flower Stealing Master Chapter 10: Late revenge

Zhou Zhiruo happened to be a little thirsty, so she picked it up and drank it. The two chatted for a few words and became cold again. Zhou Zhiruo had to say: "It's getting late, let's rest."

When I said that, I came to the bed and sat down, but was surprised to find Song Qingshu was also behind him, and his face was a little unhappy and said: "What are you doing here? Your bed is over there."

Song Qingshu had a weird smile on his face, and sat down by the bed: "I want to sleep in this bed."

Zhou Zhiruo was angry in her heart, but she was pitiful enough, and stood up, "Then I will go to sleep on the ground."

"No need, no, I want to sleep with you." Song Qingshu smiled happily.

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo thought about which of his tendons had made a mistake. She raised her hand and tried to slap him, but suddenly her eyes went dark and she fell weakly on the bed.

Song Qingshu smiled and looked at the bed. Zhou Zhiruo, whose eyes seemed to be open and closed, said: "Lady, how do you like the ten-flavored soft tendons for your husband?"

Zhou Zhiruo remembered the cup of tea he had just handed over, and was startled, and whispered: "Song Qingshu, are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy?" Song Qingshu laughed strangely, "I am indeed crazy. I watched you and Zhang Wuji stand upside down in front of me. Luan Dafeng, but I still pretend I don't know everything."

"What*?" Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, thinking that he knew the agreement between him and Zhang Wuji, and said with a guilty conscience: "You know? Impossible, you are not..."

"Didn't I get acupuncture?" Song Qingshu touched her smooth face and said in a hurry, "Fortunately, the sky has eyes. I woke up by a coincidence. Later, I was prepared for it. All the ten-flavored soft tendons you prepared vomited out, and then I learned the ugly state of your dog men and women." If it wasn't for the two pretending to treat themselves but secretly dating, Song Qingshu would not be so angry. Before leaving, I decided to take revenge.

"Song Qingshu! What do you want?" Zhou Zhiruo felt his scalp numb after being touched on his face.

"Such a beautiful day, you and I sleep on the same bed, and you are a husband and wife, what do you think I want?" Song Qingshu began to unbutton her collar, one, one, another, he The solution was deliberately slow, very slow.

"Song Qingshu, dare you!" Zhou Zhiruo blushed and raised her eyebrows as she scolded as her clothes were untied little by little.

"I'm your husband, what's wrong with asking you to do your wife's duties?" Song Qingshu finally released the restraints on the outside, admiring the light pink coat inside, "Oh, the embroidered mandarin duck."

"Song Qingshu, I will definitely kill you!" With a cold chest, Zhou Zhiruo was trembling with anger at the thought of the nightmare that was about to come.

"Dying under the peony flower, you can also be a ghost. It's worth it to be able to have a night with you, a famous beauty in the world." Song Qingshu held her fragrant shoulders, helped her up, and put her head on her head. The upper bun was loosened, and the blue silk was scattered on the snow-white skin of his shoulders. The beauty made Song Qingshu's breath stop.

"Qing Shu, how about you let me go? You used to be so good to me, why do you do this now." Zhou Zhiruo saw that Song Qingshu was not threatened at all, and her heart became more and more flustered, and she couldn't help but whispered and pleaded.

"When I think of you wanting to refuse to lie down under Zhang Wuji, the previous Song Qingshu is dead." Song Qingshu said coldly, pulling the knot on the back of her neck, pink His little clothes slipped silently to his waist.

"You misunderstood..." Zhou Zhiruo had always thought that Song Qingshu was so angry when she heard her promise to reconcile with Zhang Wuji, and she was so angry when she continued her relationship.

"Misunderstanding?" Song Qingshu smiled coldly, "Is there any misunderstanding that I have seen with my own eyes, stop talking nonsense, it will only make me look down on you even more."

"I have nothing to do with him!" Knowing that all explanations were in vain, Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes in pain, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

"It's so fragrant!" Song Qingshu raised his head, feeling that the time was almost time, and he fell down...