Transmigration: How to Allure a Man

Even though he was still sleepy, Qingqing was not in the mood to sleep again. It was very pleasant to have a reclining chair put in the yard, ask someone to take a storybook, and have Baosheng serve tea and pour water.

As the cool wind rises, Qingqing's hand slowly slides down. With a dull sound, the script has already fallen to the ground. Baosheng smiles helplessly and lowers his head to pick up the script. As soon as he wants to go back to his room and bring a blanket to cover Qingqing, he hears the maid outside the yard's greeting.

Baosheng was surprised and patted Qingqing's cheek. "Madam, the Marquis is coming. Wake up."

But Qingqing's serious illness happened, and he was awakened early this morning. At this time, he could not wake up easily. However, Song Yu has already passed the gate of the courtyard and is walking in. Baosheng doesn't care to wake Qingqing up, so he kneels on the ground. Just as he wants to say hello, Song Yu's eyes almost make Baosheng incontinent on the spot, and his words are naturally swallowed.

There was still no expression on Song Yu's face. She stood by the reclining chair and bent slightly. Looking at Qingqing's sleeping face, she couldn't help stretching out her thumb and grinding Qingqing's fragile snow muscle.

"Ding, the target's liking degree is + 5, and the current liking degree is 50."

Song Yu's hands are covered with calluses because of his years of martial arts practice. Now he moves on Qingqing's face like this, which naturally disturbs Qingqing. Fortunately, Qingqing doesn't wake up because of this. He turns his face and then goes to sleep.

Baosheng doesn't dare to say anything. She's afraid that Song Yu will be unhappy and her master will fall into his hands. After all, it's said that HaiHou is a murderous villain, and her young lady is even more afraid when she repents her engagement with him.

Song Yu stares at Qingqing for a long time, and finally has a new action. He carefully picks Qingqing up, doesn't call up the maidservant kneeling in the yard, and goes straight to the inner room.

Frowning and looking at Qingqing's Ru skirt, he doesn't ask anyone to come in for help. He takes off Qingqing's outer clothes lightly, leaving only her inner clothes. He pulls the neat quilt in the corner to cover her, but doesn't leave. He takes off his clothes and throws them aside. He lifts the quilt and sleeps next to Qingqing.

Baosheng kneeling outside the door could not help but sweat. He was wondering whether his master was in favor or not. He said that he was in favor, but the cold look of the Marquis didn't look like that. He said that he wasn't in favor. What's the reason for this.

Yangzi, Song Yu's close friend, was left outside the door. Looking at the closed door, Yangzi remembered one thing in his heart. This Marquis's house will have another hostess in the future.

Others don't know why Hou ye came to his wife's side. He knows very well. At the gate of Hou's house, the calm look of Hou's master can deceive others, but he knows the turbulent waves behind the calm of Hou's master. Later, I learned that my wife was ill after the LORD left, so I came here in a hurry.

Looking at the maidservants kneeling on the ground, Yangzi sneered, but he didn't think about their identities. Even if the Marquis didn't like his wife, it was not something they could despise as slaves. The Marquis just wanted to teach them some lessons.

Yangzi, the kneeling position of Baosheng, looked at her more recently, and asked uncertainly, "is the girl the lady's maid?"

Baosheng also knew that Yangzi was the red man beside Songyu, and immediately replied respectfully, "yes, my name is Baosheng."