Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 227

"Qing'er, how is the strength of my massage?"

"Well, my husband should be heavier."

"Okay, how about this?"

"It's a bit heavy."

"Then I'll be lighter."

In the courtyard, Lin Xun knelt on the washboard, and Jiang Qingshang put a pair of well-proportioned and slender legs in Lin Xun's arms, and Lin Xun massaged his wife with all his heart.

Holding his wife's fair little feet, Lin Xun was focused and serious.

Rubbing his wife's soft and elastic legs, Lin Xunwan seemed to be a teacher in a massage parlor for more than ten years. He was afraid that his wife would be dissatisfied and give him a bad review.

And this, before a stick of incense.

Before a stick of incense, Lin Xun thought that he had escaped a catastrophe. When the winning ticket was in his hands, Yaya suddenly ran out and smelled the third smell on Lin Xun, which was the smell of Bai Luoxue.

After that, Lin Xun's family status was revealed.

Kneeling on the washboard, hugging his wife's little feet, those pearly toes are very cute.

In fact, Lin Xun didn't blame Yaya at all.

That's right, everything is my own problem, I have neglected that Yaya's nose is so good!
I really don't blame Yaya at all.

I can only blame myself for being unlucky, accidentally letting Yaya run into me.

Lin Xun even blamed himself for giving Yaya too little homework.
Looking at Yaya in the room.

Lin Xun, who was rubbing his wife's legs, was convinced of his thoughts.

Sure enough, children just need to learn a lot.

At this time, Yaya was smoking her little nose in the room and doing calculation problems, not knowing what she did wrong at all.

I really want to play
"Husband." Qingshang's gentle voice reached Lin Xun's ears, but Lin Xun shivered.

"Here!" Lin Xun continued to tap his wife's long legs lightly.

There is one thing to say, apart from kneeling on the washboard, Lin Xun feels that he can play for a lifetime with Qing'er's long legs!

As for the legs of the Jiange pavilion master's elegy, that's none of my business!

Qing'er's legs are the best in the world!

Looking at Lin Xun's tense appearance, Jiang Qingshang was still a little angry at first, but now he is inexplicably a little bit angry.

Really, how can there be a husband who is so afraid of his wife?
For a moment, Jiang Qingshang didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

no!You must be angry!

Otherwise, what if I have more and more sisters!
Jiang Qingshang straightened her fair instep, and her toes gently raised her husband's chin: "Last time, my husband went to drink egg porridge in Miss Bai's yard, so what did my husband do this time?"

"That." Lin Xun gently pressed his wife's little foot down, and hugged her into his arms again, "If I say I'm just going to eat winter plum cake, Qing'er, would you believe me?"

"Winter plum cake?"

"Yes." Lin Xun made a gesture to get up, but Qing'er made a small look, and Lin Xun continued to kneel on the washboard, so he could only continue to pinch his wife's cute little feet.

"Actually, this is the case. When I passed by the tofu shop, I heard the noise of pots and pans, and even black smoke came out of Miss Bai's courtyard. I thought it was water, so I hurried over, only to find out that Miss Bai was trying to cook. A new kind of pastry."

Lin Xun was talking nonsense seriously.

"In the end I stopped by and tasted it."

"That's it?" Listening to Lin Xun's explanation, Jiang Qingshang asked with curved eyes.

"That's it!" Although Lin Xun panicked in his heart, his appearance was as steady as an old dog, and his eyes even showed incomparable sincerity, "If Qing'er doesn't believe it, you can ask Miss Bai."

As for what if Qing'er really went to ask Bai Luoxue?
What else can I do, I am really finished.

But I am innocent!I will cry out when I die!
"Hmph, who said that I don't believe in myself."

Seeing Lin Xun's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, Jiang Qingshang pouted her lips and turned her head away.

"The concubine is not the kind of jealous woman who likes to be jealous. If the husband wants to take a concubine, just tell the concubine. Qing'er will definitely agree."

"Taking a concubine? No way." When Lin Xun noticed Qing'er saying this, Qing'er glanced at the stone, and Lin Xun immediately knew how to answer.

After hearing Lin Xun's quick answer, Jiang Qingshang really wasn't angry at all, and gently kicked Lin Xun's arms with her soft little feet: "I always say so sure, like a concubine who is a jealous woman , others thought it was a concubine who forbade her husband to take a concubine."

"Who dares to say that?" Knowing that Qing'er had lost her temper, Lin Xun immediately got up from the washboard and hugged Qing'er in his arms, "My Qing'er is the most understanding!"

"Hum..." Jiang Qingshang leaned into her husband's arms and snorted softly, but she was as docile as a lazy kitten.

The two snuggled up in the courtyard, Lin Xun held his wife's little hand, and Jiang Qingshang rested on Lin Xun's shoulder.

On the far horizon, the setting sun has already set, and the sprinkling of brilliance will render the whole world, and add a layer of faint gold to everything in time.

"Husband."

"Ok?"

"Husband really doesn't want to take a concubine? Maybe Qing'er will agree at this time."

"No! Don't mention this matter again!"

"Really?" Jiang Qingshang leaned back slightly, looking at Lin Xun with clear eyes.

"Really!" Lin Xunyi said rightly!
"That's really a pity." Jiang Qingshang bent his eyes and smiled, shrinking into Lin Xun's arms like a kitten.

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that my husband will really be locked up by Qing'er from now on."

Jiang Qingshang said with curved eyes.

"Locked forever."

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Hugging his wife, looking at his wife's smile, for some reason, Lin Xun felt that he had missed a good opportunity, the opportunity not to be buried under a stone.

After missing this opportunity, Lin Xun felt that next time, he would definitely be buried under a stone
At the same time, in the courtyard of the tofu shop, the girl was walking back and forth by a wall in her backyard, and the little cihuamao followed her feet step by step.

Every time the girl takes a step, the little cihuamao also takes a step. When the girl raises her eyes, the little cihuamao also raises her head.

As the setting sun fell, the courtyard wall, which was being scrutinized by the girl's extremely charming cat-tailed peach blossom eyes, seemed to blush.

The girl stood on her tiptoes, picked up the charcoal pencil, raised her little hand, and the sleeve brushed the girl's arm, revealing the lotus arms like snow bullying frost.

A trace was drawn on the courtyard wall, and the girl took two steps back.

"Is this okay?"

Looking at this courtyard wall, the girl planned to open a door here tomorrow, because when he came to the tofu shop today, he complained that he could only go through the main entrance.

"Meow~" The little raccoon cat raised its head and looked at the girl.

The girl picked up the little cihuamao, turned around and went back to the room.

In the room, there is a lampshade of ice and snow. The girl sits at the table, picks up a carving knife, and carves his appearance.

(End of this chapter)