Yang Ruoqing raised her orchid finger to support her sharp chin, and gave Luo Fengtang a wink.

"Don't call me a good woman with a sharp mouth and a soft heart. Please call me 'Tofu Beauty'." She said.

Tofu Xishi?

Luo Fengtang couldn't help laughing.

Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face, put one hand on her hips and pinched his cheek with the other.

"Why are you laughing? Is it possible that I, your wife, can't bear the word Xi Shi? Tell me!" she asked fiercely.

Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly, but quickly folded his fists and gave up.

"If you can afford it, my wife is a beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world!" he said quickly.

"What else? Is this the end?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"I haven't finished talking yet," Luo Fengtang continued.

"My wife is kind-hearted and smart. She is a good wife that is hard to find even with a lantern..."

"Humph, that's pretty much it." Yang Ruoqing finally smiled.

The fingers that pinched his cheek quickly changed to rubbing it, gently.

"The kid reacts very quickly and has a strong desire to live. Not bad, not bad." She praised while rubbing it.

Luo Fengtang chuckled: "It's not a quick reaction, it's what I said from the bottom of my heart."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

Is this considered flirting by a young couple?

Just words don’t seem to be enough, right?

Yang Ruoqing plans to add fuel to the fire.

So, her soft feet in the big wooden basin under the cloak walked up on his insteps, and then rubbed against his bare calves.

"What is the wife doing?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing squinted her eyes and smiled like a fox.

"I'll give you a massage!" she said.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked again.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "It's comfortable, but it's just a little itchy..."

The itch on my legs is bearable, but the itch in my heart is uncontrollable.

"Really? Where is it itchy? Let me scratch it for you!" She said softly, and her toes began to perform their show.

Luo Fengtang suddenly took a deep breath, tensed his body and sat there, with a trace of rosiness on his handsome face.

Yang Ruoqing knew his reaction very well and could grasp almost every rhythm.

With a smirk, she held the handles on both sides of the stool under her with both hands, leaned forward a little so that her feet could be extended farther, and climbed directly onto his thighs.

Neither of them spoke, they were sitting facing each other. Only the thing under the cloak was moving...

"Qing'er, do you know what you are doing?" Luo Fengtang took a deep breath again, opened his burning eyes and locked them with her.

Yang Ruoqing smiled with a confused look on her face: "I don't know, my feet are out of control, and I am helpless..."

Will my feet still lose control?

Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry.

His big hands reached under the cloak and grabbed her soft, white feet.

"It's such a naughty foot. It's out of control, right? I happen to be the one who specializes in treating out-of-control feet. Wife, come on!"

The world was spinning for a while, and she was pressed into the soft quilt.

"What are you going to do? I'm so panicked..." She put her hands on his chest, her eyes twinkling like those of a deer.

Just this confused and staring look made Luo Fengtang unable to control himself. He wished he could push her down and eat her.

"Isn't it out of control? Let's play a game today. You are the patient and I am the doctor. Let me treat your foot..."

That night, there were only two of them left in the huge Tianxiang Tower.

What a night of indulgence!

Yang Ruoqing was secretly glad that the restaurant had closed and the guys had all gone home early.

Otherwise, if a third person hears this movement, he will die of embarrassment!

The next day, Yang Ruoqing slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.

The moment she opened her eyes, her cheeks were still red as she recalled the series of role-playing games the two played last night.

Luo Fengtang's appearance and temperament are that of a abstinent and lustful man, cold and domineering.

But beneath his icy exterior is a fiery heart.

Especially when he was doing the conjugal ceremony with her, he was as wild as a horse and as hot as a burning fire.

Hey, where is that person? Why isn’t he in the house?

Are you going to clean the yard again?

Seeing the furnishings in the room in front of her, Yang Ruoqing came to her senses. This was a guest room in a restaurant in the county town, not at home.

He couldn't have been cleaning the yard, so what could he have been doing?

Yang Ruoqing shouted twice outside, but no one responded, but hot water for washing, toothpaste, toothbrushes, face wash handkerchiefs and other items were prepared next to the washstand in the corner.

Yang Ruoqing smiled warmly, washed up quickly, combed her hair, and tried to dress herself neatly and beautifully before he came back.

I opened the window for some fresh air, made the bed and folded the quilt, and lit a stick of incense to dispel the lingering smell of last night's joy and love.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside. Yang Ruoqing was familiar with the footsteps, so she hurriedly hid behind the door.

Soon, footsteps came to the door of the house.

Obviously the footsteps before were very fast and heavy, but when they reached the door of the house, they suddenly slowed down and were deliberately much lighter.

Even the action of opening the door was done carefully and lightly.

This was the first time Yang Ruoqing hid in the dark and saw him behave like this.

In the past, she always lay in bed and slept soundly, and she didn't even know about this.

At this moment, my heart feels warm and secretly moved...

The door of the room had been opened. He entered the room and walked straight towards the big bed over there, still walking lightly.

Yang Ruoqing rushed over from behind, jumped on his back, and hugged his neck.

The moment she jumped on his back, she clearly felt a guarding and cold air coming from him.

Because he was carrying something with both hands, his body reacted almost instinctively to avoid him. His knees were slightly bent, and he could sweep the sneak attacker behind him with a tornado kick at any time.

"Haha, my sneak attack was successful!" She laughed proudly.

Hearing her voice, all his previous breath disappeared almost instantly, and he stood firmly in place, letting her hang on his back like a wombat.

"Qing'er, you are so naughty." He turned his head and looked at her lovingly.

She chuckled, "Don't you like my skin?"

Luo Fengtang said: "I like it."

"That's it!" she said, and then gave him a firm sip on the cheek.

Luo Fengtang was like a child who had eaten candy, beaming with joy.

"Tell me, where did you go fooling around so early in the morning?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang raised his arms and let her see his hands.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly lit up, she slid off his back with a slurp, and ran to him: "Wow? You bought so many delicious things? What are these?"

Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "In the left hand are two bowls of wontons, in the right hand are meat buns, red bean paste buns, steamed dumplings stuffed with eggs and chives, and a plate of vinegar and chili noodles for dipping later."
Chapter completed!