The sound of the door opening in the east wing room broke the tranquility in the dark courtyard. I wonder if it would cause a few dreams to arouse.

The two women's houses in the west wing were still quiet.

Zhao Rong left the east wing with a bucket. When he passed by the main wing, he suddenly turned around and pushed the door and entered the unmanned main wing.

It's like changing a room to sleep.

The ignition lit up, and after a squeaking sound, the man walked out of the door with an empty bucket.

He didn't go to see the two West Chamber rooms that were still quiet, and walked straight towards the well in the courtyard.

Take a shower with cold water.

Zhao Rong passed by the door of Qingjun and Qianer's house without looking sideways.

When he came to the well, he took off his clothes, left his shorts, lifted the bucket, and tilted it from the top of his head...

I took a clean and cool bath with a clean and degassed fire.

Zhao Rong wiped his face, and the fire dragon's true energy flowed in his body for a while, and the water marks on his body were steamed. He changed into a set of clothes, only his long hair was slightly wet, he was wearing a double-breasted open shirt, too lazy to tie buttons, revealing the marble statue-like abdominal muscles inside.

Zhao Rong carried the bucket and returned to the main house.

He lowered his head, hooked his fingers with one hand and held a towel in the other hand, rubbed his long black hair with his wet hair, and then passed by the two rooms in the west wing casually and walked away gradually.

One step, two steps, three steps... "Sway"!

The man who had passed by threw the towel and bucket in his hand, turned around quickly, and flashed to the door where the two ladies were sleeping at a speed of 800 yards.

Want to break into the door.

This agile and heroic posture is like a hungry tiger rushing to eat, precise and impatient.

He first pushed Zhao Lingfei's door, but the door was still locked, and his palms were pressed, and a layer of lilac halo appeared on the door.

Zhao Rong was not discouraged. Faced with this emotion, he turned around and pushed Xiao Qian'er's door without hesitation, although the two girls probably agreed to lock the door together...

I only heard a "squeak".

The sound of the door opening was silent, and the courtyard seemed very loud.

Xiao Qian'er's door actually pushed open.

The door is not locked!

Zhao Rong quickly ran into the house.

The room was dark and there were only people on the bed.

He came to the bedside, and Xiao Qianer's quilt was tightly packed, so she couldn't see anyone.

The little girl seemed to be asleep.

The quilt fluctuates slightly rhythmically with breathing.

Zhao Rong looked at it, but he smiled like an "evil demon king".

He stretched his hand into the quilt, and no matter where he touched it, he would just give her itch.

"Um... Um... Um... Um... Um, why are you... Um!"

Xiao Qian'er let out a dazed whisper.

Zhao Rong smiled and lifted the quilt, passed her hand through her slender and warm legs, and hugged the little girl and princess who were shrinking on the bed.

"Brother Ronger? Why are you doing! Woo woo woo let me go, I'm asleep, please let me sleep, don't bully people in the middle of the night, go bully the lady..."

The little girl twisted and struggled in her arms, and she also pursed her lips and shouted. She probably could hear it in the whole yard.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, bit her little ear and said, "Are you asleep? I don't know what kind of sleep you are?"

His voice deliberately amplified a little and said with a smile: "No matter what the toss and turns 'kick people's sleeping position' is, a little girl is used to stretching out her little foot and putting it outside the quilt when she sleeps... You said you just fell asleep?"

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Zhao Rong was skillful in teasing.

Like several wives.

"No, no...I'm really asleep. You woke me up in the middle of the night..."

Xiao Qian'er was anxious and her ears became hotter. She shook her head desperately to argue.

Zhao Rong felt that the beads on her lips were a little hot, and asked in a blink of an eye: "Are you just waiting for my husband? The door has not been unlocked, and the little girl is right and wrong... My husband is here now, why don't you behave with your butt and be beaten?"

As he said that, Zhao Rong threw Xiao Qian'er upwards, and after she briefly took the air, she used her shoulders to hold the princess's embrace for her shoulders.

I heard that the ancients in a certain place had the custom of carrying the bride to the bridal chamber. Today, Zhao Rong also wanted to resist the ladies one by one and enter the bridal chamber.

"Wuuu, what are you doing? Brother Rong'er, let go of me, the lady is next door..."

Xiao Qian'er was carried on his shoulders, facing Zhao Rong's upper body facing downward, and her soft hair was draped downward. Fortunately, it didn't grow long, and it only reached his Rong's knees. She hugged Zhao Rong's back from anxiously.

Zhao Rong was not timid at all when he heard this.

The lightweight second lady he carried, walked out the door and wanted to fight back to his house.

On the dark corridor, Zhao Rong seemed to think she was too noisy, so he raised his hand and slapped hard on the little butt in front of him.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound, very buzzing.

But his hands were so good, and a little girl's tender little butt was in trouble.

Flowers bloom.

"Yaah!" The girl with her head facing down quickly shrank her hand, covered her little butt with a grievance: "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

At the same time, she pouted and tried hard to hammer him to take revenge.

"Brother Silly Ronger, you have the ability to bully the lady. Don't just bully someone tonight."

Zhao Rong didn't reply.

"Bang!"

She was slapped again on her butt.

Xiao Qian'er's movements stopped immediately, and she let out her two little hands to cover her butt with a 'wow' sound.

It's so loud, it's really about to bloom.

"Wow! Miss save me, save me quickly, Qian'er was captured by the bad guy..."

Before he finished speaking, "Ba!"

Another crisp sound.

"you……"

"Bang!"

Xiao Qianer: "..."

So, in the dark corridor of the quiet courtyard, a scene appeared next. The man with black hair shawls carried the girl with beautiful hair falling down, patting her little butt while walking, and the girl cried, from shaking her little head and struggling unyieldingly, to the grievance of covering her butt, to the burying head and biting her lips and no longer making a fuss. She calmed down, and only "um" in her mouth, she was very obedient and obediently slapping her husband's slap.

A weak little wife who surrendered to the "despoken power" of the bad guy.

Without the help of a lady, you will be resisted by the big villain alone.

Zhao Rong carried Xiao Qian'er, and kept speeding and looking back, preparing to return to the main house.

Just then.

The girl who was being beaten behind his back stretched out a small hand and shook his arm. The sound of "Yeah ah ah" in her mouth remained the same.

Zhao Rong, who was about to return to the room, immediately stopped and changed Xiao Qian'er to a hug. He no longer slapped her little butt, but gently hugged her in his arms. The two of them were heading together, and at the same time, they carefully turned their heads and looked at the direction of Zhao Lingfei's house behind him.

The little girl who was cooperating with the show, turned her eyes slightly like a paint, withdrew her gaze, turned her head and bit Zhao Rong's ears that were really breath-holding.

The bite was a little heavy, and it was a small avenge of "he really spanked hard".

Woo woo woo woo woo, it seems to be red.

When Zhao Rong received the prompt to bite her ear, he immediately smiled and kissed the little girl with love on her face to reward her.

The latter pouted and hummed at him to seek credit.

Zhao Rong touched her proud and tall little nose intimately, and then said nothing, picked up Xiao Qian'er again, seized the opportunity, quickly turned around and rushed towards Qingjun's closed door...

Come to the door that he had "failed" once not long ago.

Quickly reach out,

Push hard.

This time, Qingjun's door was also opened!

This time it was a false concealment!

The opportunity is not missed, so Zhao Rong dared not delay it. He carried the little Qianer who was very good at matching and rushed into the house filled with faint fragrance...

It turned out that the two childhood sweethearts had just staged a drama in a tacit understanding.
To be continued...