Seeing that she skillfully twisted the thread in her hand, her eyebrows were frowning, and her expression was quite focused. She guessed that if she was hard now, the little girl would be angry again, so she held back and didn't bother her.

As she held it over, she stared at her side face where she was flying needles and threaded for half an hour, but she still focused on sewing and repairing it. Yinmang couldn't sit still, and she felt a little unhappy.

Today, I spent the whole day in the military camp, like a gyro that had not stopped. I first dealt with the Xiang people in Xixia for a few years, and then discussed matters with several deputy generals to comfort the slandered patients in the camp.

When I finally got free time, I rushed back immediately. I was busy and out of the way. I wanted to keep warm with the warm fragrance of my own nephrite, and I was exhausted all day long.

But this little girl is a little jealous. She worked so hard for her man, and she didn't know how to ask about her well-being. In the middle of the night, what a beautiful scenery, don't follow her to sleep on the kang, and put it in a good way and what kind of cracks there?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable. But I still didn't want to force her. After sitting for a while, I couldn't help it anymore, so I tried to persuade her in a warm voice: "It's so late, the light is dark, so let's take a break first. Don't sew it anymore, it's the same if I get up tomorrow morning and continue doing it."

The tall figure moved to her quietly, like a wide mountain. Su Wanrong raised her eyes and glanced back to the needle and thread in her hand, and said perfunctorily: "If you know the light is dark, don't block my light like a pillar. It's getting late, so you can rest first, and I'll be fine soon."

After the words came to my ears, a rustling sound came from my ears, and then I became quiet again. Su Wanrong thought that the man had been persuaded and had already gone to wash up, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she became more and more focused on the embroidered brocade bag.

Unexpectedly, after a while, his wrist was grabbed. Su Wanrong looked up in surprise, and saw Yinmang snatch the needle and thread from her hand expressionlessly and put it aside. He ignored her and hugged her directly.

Rude, arrogant, unreasonable, is undoubtedly the unique style of this man.

"Don't make a fuss, I just had some inspiration and almost embroidered the third flower face. You have been busy in the camp for a day today and are tired, so hurry up and go to bed..."

Yinmang said: "If you don't accompany me, I won't sleep well."

What I said is strange is to be justified.

Su Wanrong sighed helplessly and said kindly to him. "What a big man? When I wasn't there before, you slept so peacefully at night? Isn't it yours to give me a gift to the Prince of Xixia? Isn't it your own explanation? Don't mess around. If you disturb me like this, I really can't finish it, um..."

Yinmang threw her onto the warm kang and pressed it down immediately. The rest of the words he had not finished was blocked tightly by him.

When I was sitting on the rattan chair, I felt a little distracted, but I endured it so I didn't show it. Now I got on the kang and took this bright little mouth that I had been thinking about all day long, and it became increasingly impossible for me to let her go. With my brute force, I suppressed the girl under me and obeyed her. While kissing and pecking, I comforted her with vague consolation:

"...Don't worry, I won't affect you... You can embroider and sew it tomorrow. I will help you and help you. Now you are obedient, I haven't seen you all day long, I want to die..."

Even the rough man who can't understand what she embroidered is, what can he do for her? Be honest, it's a blessing not to make trouble for her.

Originally, he planned to scold him and tell him not to make trouble. But the man's big mouth seemed to be carrying magic, and he only kissed her softly, humming and unable to speak. He also whispered to death by his ears and murmured that he wanted to die...

Su Wanrong cursed the lustful man in her heart, as if he was shameless. However, her delicate arms were slowly raised involuntarily, and she hugged his broad and hard shoulders like compromise.

Emperor Yuan of Jin was particularly brave that night, like a wild wolf who had been hungry for several days. He caught a soft, fat and delicious white rabbit, used eighteen martial arts skills, and only squeezed out the strength of the white rabbit to kick his legs, and he didn't know how to stop. He was also like a powerful bull. When he saw the fresh and plump farmland, his eyes turned red, and he was out of control. He was spraying heat in his nose, and he rushed around.

The price of courage is that Su Wanrong woke up slowly the next day, at midnight.

If it were normal, it would be too late to get up, so it wouldn't be a big deal. Now she still has the task of preparing to return the gift. She has been struggling all night, and her body seems to have been removed and reinstalled. Last night, she should have been more determined and shouldn't have let the hooligan man do whatever he wants...

"It's all you! What should you do now? I'm getting up so late, so how can I have time to embroider the remaining tips?"
Chapter completed!