My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 171 This Man Is Too Childish
Damn.

This damned little wild cat dared to laugh so loudly in his face.

Does she not want to live anymore?

"the first time?"

Murong Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and asked with a smirk.

"you are not?"

Ye Beixuan asked coldly.

After the words fell, a pair of pitch-black pupils shrank suddenly.

An evil and charming face was instantly clouded.

Ye Beixuan moved his body, stretched his legs again, and stepped up on the bed.

"and many more."

Murong Jiuqing felt the other party's displeasure, and immediately shivered all over.

In a hurry, she suddenly asked Ye Beixuan.

"By the way. Ye Beixuan, how can you do artificial respiration?"

Artificial respiration is a modern term.

He is an ancient man, how could he suddenly learn artificial respiration?

Is it self-taught?
Murong Jiuqing raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Ye Beixuan opposite.

"...it was what Mo said."

Ye Beixuan was silent for a while, then replied coldly

"Nan Fengmo? Doesn't he know how to speak?"

Murong Jiuqing blinked his eyes in bewilderment.

"..."

Ye Beixuan glanced at her like an idiot.

He raised his head condescendingly and said coldly.

"He can write."

"Uh." Murong Jiu choked.

After saying that, Ye Beixuan put his arms around her waist familiarly, and lay down on his side.

Not only that, but he moved his feet and pressed her legs.

In an instant, Murong Jiuqing seemed to be hugged by an octopus, unable to even move.

"Ye Beixuan, let me go quickly."

Murong Jiuqing felt her waist tighten.

Immediately afterwards, she was forced to lie down.

Murong Jiuqing struggled a few times, but to no avail.

She immediately turned her head very upset, and glared at Ye Beixuan behind her.

All he could see was a chin that was as delicate as a knife and an axe.

She wanted to look up again, but her head hit his hard chest, and she immediately frowned in pain.

"sleep."

Ye Beixuan let go of these words in a cold air, and then quietly closed his eyes.

Murong Jiuqing couldn't help being exhausted.

"Hey, if you want to sleep back in your Xuanwang Mansion, what is it to occupy my bed?"

Murong Jiuqing struggled hard, protesting to the man behind him occupying her bed.

"My king has suffered from insomnia recently."

Ye Beixuan didn't even lift his eyelids, and uttered these words coldly.

"What?" Murong Jiuqing was taken aback.

Why does she feel that this sentence is so familiar?

"Didn't you say you want to take care of this king? There is no need for prescriptions, and you can just make do with it."

As Ye Beixuan said, a faint smile flashed quickly in his deep eyes.

Murong Jiuqing finally remembered.

During the day at King Xuan's Mansion, I kindly asked him if he was suffering from insomnia, and if he needed a prescription for him to recuperate.

Unexpectedly, he actually held grudges until now.

"This man is really childish."

Murong Jiuqing slandered from the bottom of his heart.

She moved her arms, wanting to move.

Then, sadly, he found that he was pressing him tightly, and he couldn't move at all.

"This, bastard."

Murong Jiuqing gritted his teeth tightly.

Behind him, there was gradually a faint snorting sound...

Murong Jiuqing opened his eyes, looking at the moon outside the window, listening to the steady and rhythmic breathing behind him.

In the darkness, she suddenly pushed Ye Beixuan's body with her arm.

"Ye Beixuan, Nan Fengmo is still in Xuanwang's mansion, don't you need to go back and take care of him?" Murong Jiuqing asked suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)