What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 48 Chapter 47
Wei Huaien already understood what he was going to do.

That day at Prince Rong's Mansion, Huang Jie told her mysteriously before the banquet that Qing Yun had been sent to find Xiao Qi.

She planned to ask Xiao Qi carefully after returning to the mansion, what did she learn from Qingyun, but she fell into the water again and suffered from the wind and cold, so she forgot all about it.

Xiao Qi would not hurt her, let alone make her uncomfortable, she realized that struggling was useless after a little thought.

She relaxed a lot, Xiao Qi's hands softened, and found that her arms were no longer exerting force, not like being pressed by him on the low table, but as leisurely as lying on a couch, waiting for her Chief Manager Xiao Serve her with new tricks.

She didn't know how naive her relaxation at the moment seemed to Xiao Qi, and she didn't even want to give up the initiative she was used to, so she raised her calf and kicked his half-kneeling knee on the ground.

Xiao Qi has already unbuttoned all the clothes on her body, and the few layers of clothes are just hanging on her body.

It's just that she was blindfolded, lacked judgment on the real danger, and bit the gauze between her lips, unaware that Xiao Qi squinted his eyes, and there was a desire on his face that no longer needed to hide.

He held her collarbone through the skin, and his warm breath gushed into the follicle of her neck.

It wasn't the first time they had kissed, she had known what he was like.

I don't know if I should hold him tighter or push him away at the risk of being bitten.

In the end, relying on that ridiculous experience and trust, I missed the last chance to refuse.

Xiao Qi kissed her trembling skin until she got used to his biting, and when he forgot where she was while comforting him, she opened the food box.

"Woooooo!"

She had never been shown in front of anyone like this before. His little princess trembled and flinched, using fragile whimpers and struggles to maintain her innocent world that was about to collapse.

But he was especially cruel tonight, even though he saw her fear, he grabbed the ribbon on her wrist and admired his masterpiece.

The gauze tied her wrists and closed the corners of her mouth.

He is neat and tidy.

She couldn't see it, so she could more keenly perceive the cold temperature of the silver embroidery on his robe, so she couldn't predict which part of her his next target would be.

... She wished she could bite her silver teeth and punish him for his overreach.

How could he do that!

Wei Huai'en was ashamed and annoyed, angry and angry.She can fully imagine what kind of situation she is in now.

She is another beauty soup on this low table.

She hated the tacit understanding with Xiao Qi's master and servant for many years, because she knew that Xiao Qi thought so, and she had no reason to lie to herself that it was just her overreaction.

No wonder, no wonder this low table has not been removed for a long time, no wonder he fed her every dish tonight.

Xiao Qi, what a bastard!
"Are you scolding me?"

The same tacit understanding allowed Xiao Qi to pick up the conversation just when she was slandering and scolding him.

His voice was in the air, ethereal like a god, but he was more humble than anyone else.

Wei Huai'en didn't speak, this gauze greatly ambiguous what she wanted to say, rather than add to the joke by ambiguous, she would rather bear with it and settle the score later.

He didn't seem to be expecting her response either, he just stayed where he was every inch he moved down.

When the soup made of milk jelly in the plate is touched by a spoon, they cower from side to side to avoid it, it is not slippery, but it is extremely interesting.

Is this intimacy?
Wei Huaien tried his best to confirm his emotions from these strange feelings in the vermilion vision.She suddenly understood why Xiao Qi had to cover her eyes.

Not just to make her lose her ability to observe, but also to let her separate her thoughts and feel everything he brought.

He is not Xiao Qi, a servant, nor a deputy envoy, nor is he chief executive Xiao, nor is she his master, nor is she a high-ranking princess.

When the love is strong, it's just her and him, it's that simple.

There is no need to be shy, no need to be angry, no need to resist.

This is his gift, she should enjoy the unknown, enjoy herself, and enjoy him.

Xiao Qi didn't know why his mouth was dry.

His eyes drifted to the teapot by the table, he let go of her wrist, leaned his neck back and took a sip for himself first.

Wei Huai'en clenched his hands into fists instantly, but he didn't struggle violently anymore, but the tense muscles betrayed her nervousness. She didn't know where his gaze fell, but she panicked.

A veil was unfolded and then dropped, she was slightly relieved, at least he was considerate of her embarrassment.

And in the next moment, he poured the water on the veil, which was still warm even though it wasn't hot, and it was all wet.

There is even a seed that is about to germinate and is watered by the water flow among the layers of petals. It feels warm in the cold winter, and wants to push out its own outline on the veil to thank the coming spring.

Xiao Qi's eyes were clear.

His throat was thirsty, and the tea dripped onto his clothes, overflowing with the fragrance of tea.

Xiao Qi didn't take Qingyun's move seriously at the time, but saw that Wei Huai'en was too nervous, so he directly applied it. Unexpectedly, not only Wei Huai'en was no longer tense, but even he was eager to take the next step.

For a castrated person, all emotions are so inappropriate for him, but they are so logical.

It seems that there is no need for any prerequisites, even with his broken body, he has not been deprived of the power of his lover.

She hastily pulled the gauze from her mouth, and begged him with a voice full of honey:

"Don't stay here, let's go to bed, please Xiao Qi...please."

"it is good."

Instead, he cherished words like gold, picked her up horizontally, left the mess behind him, and put her cleanly in the middle of the bed.

"Untie it, okay?"

She stretched out her hand and shook it, asking him to untie his wrists.But he didn't let go of her wrist after loosening the gauze belt on her wrist, but grabbed her hand and put it on his belt.

But he was left with a pair of trousers to hide his ugliness.

He hugs her.

She still didn't remove the veil in front of her eyes, and let Xiao Qi dominate everything tonight.

She is understanding him in another way, and she is also understanding her real self.

Seeing is believing, what he showed her was always impeccable loyalty and submission, and she had to put up her airs and stand high.

Only when she was willing to be blindfolded would he take off his disguise and demand from her.This is probably another kind of tacit understanding, she allows him to trespass, and he can get the real her.

The scarlet in front of her eyes was like another world, she indulged this night with peace of mind.

The air in the veil became hot and humid and stuffy, breathing intertwined and separated, Wei Huai'en was sweating lightly, and he was so dazed that he didn't know where he was.

The darkness encourages courage and releases greed. The hands expressing resistance and begging for mercy are pushed down at this moment, and the night also reveals the true aggressiveness, making her unable to escape.

If it is about desire, if it is about possession, their identities have been switched, and only he is the one in control.

"Well……"

Unsurpassed joy, extremely intense, as if all of himself was under his control, and as if he had entrusted all his secrets.

……

He finally responded with a gentle kiss, straightened up reluctantly, wiped his face with his robe, and fell beside Wei Huai'en who was curled up in a ball.

Her shoulders twitched, trembling and crying like a flower with its petals restrained.

He was close to her, but he didn't know if he was qualified to hug her and comfort her.

The outstretched hand was clenched into a fist and stopped between him and her. He didn't get any benefits from this plundering love called "serving", and even felt bitter in his heart. Totally annoyed him with his profanity.

Or worse, she'd kill him, the eunuch who committed crimes like this.

If he was a healthy man, he would beg Wei Huaien to allow his request, and use her warmth to soothe the noise in his blood.

But now he is like a dead tree whose branches, leaves and bark have been removed, lingering on its roots, unable to do anything to the sunlight within reach.

He can't get real pleasure, he can't let himself be satisfied,
In his opinion, love is a request. He envied Wei Huai'en's strength and majesty, and envied that she could become a palace without relying on anyone, sheltering countless people from wind and rain.

He can only wander in her world like a lonely soul, without any ability to establish a substantive relationship with her.

It seems that the fetters can only be achieved through substance, but at this time he has penetrated the fragility of the so-called love between men and women.

It seems, no, it doesn't seem that men spend their entire lives asking for women, mothers, wives, concubines, they think they can prove their lofty status with strength and aggression, but they just don't want to admit that they can't stand not being surrounded by women life.

The sword is indeed sharp, but without the protection of the scabbard, without the soft brocade cloth for nursing and wiping, without hugs and kisses, attachment and tenderness, they are lonely souls with no fixed place and no habitat in the world.

He wants to be a healthy person so much at this moment, perhaps not because he has unsatisfied greed, but because he desperately wants to get more from her.

Because she doesn't need him, she is a free soul, in this world, she and them have nothing to lack.

They deserve all the favourites.

It was they who imprisoned them because of the uneasiness in their hearts, so that the master of love in this world switched places.

But as the third type of person who has been castrated, the only fetter he can think of is to try his best to give something, let her accept him, allow him, he really wants to be a part of her body, he wants become her thing.

But his body is a dead tree, which can no longer be revived.

He didn't have that power, and he didn't have that opportunity.Hugs and kisses weren't enough, he couldn't have her, he couldn't be possessed by her.

He clearly felt the coldness and pain from the depths of his soul. He looked at her and felt the despair of falling into hell because of his powerlessness, his inability to get more and give more.

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