When Chen Changqing saw Li Xiucai enter the house, a hint of disgust flashed through his expression. He quickly hid it, got up and went to help him.

Liu Xiucai drank too much.

But it's a little sensible.

He smiled and said, "It made my wife laugh. There were many guests outside, and I really couldn't help but drink a few more drinks."

"Your husband doesn't have to do this. Come and sit here quickly and have a glass of sober soup to rest." Chen Changqing helped him sit at the table, brought a bowl of soup to his mouth, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work today, have some sober soup to rest early."

Li Xiucai smiled ashamed, took the soup and drank it in one breath.

He looked at Chen Changqing and said, "Madam, thank you for your hard work. I'll let you come in and wait for you to wash up."

He called a servant.

It looks a bit vulgar.

It's obvious that it's a rough job.

Chen Changqing smiled and said, "I brought a dowry girl from my parents' home and let her serve me."

"That's fine." Li Xiucai felt a little ashamed, and said with a grudge. "My wife is really wronged to marry me."

Chen Changqing smiled and said, "We will be husband and wife in the future. We should share the joys and sorrows. Don't say these extravagant words. Come on, I'll wear you a loose dress."

She helped Li Xiucai take off his coat, shoes and hats, and waited for him to lie on the bed.

Li Xiucai hasn't approached the woman for a long time. At this time, he touched Chen Changqing's hand and smelled the fragrance from her body again. He couldn't help it: "Madam, blow the lights, come on the bed..."

Chen Changqing chuckled and said, "Why are you anxious? Let me wait until I go and wash it."

She gently broke free from Li Xiucai's hand, smiled charmingly at him, turned around and went to the back, and took a shower.

Li Xiucai was lying alone on the bed, confused. He heard movements beside the bed. He opened his eyes and saw Chen Changqing standing in front of the bed, bent down to clean up his clothes.

She was wearing only a close-fitting little dress, and when she bent down, she showed her slender white waist.

Li Xiucai's blood suddenly surged.

He stood up and hugged Chen Changqing, pressed her onto the bed, and stroked her with both hands anxiously and explored.

"No, don't, don't..."

Chen Changqing shouted softly in struggle.

Li Xiucai felt that he was almost exploding. He was so excited by her voice that he was even more lustful. He tore up her thin clothes and said nonsense: "Madam, don't be afraid...Madam, you are so smooth, so fragrant..."

"Don't do this..."

The woman struggled and screamed.

However, she was not strong enough and was pressed on the bed, took off her clothes, and asked for it again and again.

Ruan Ling sat in the window and was dozing off. When she heard the movement, she woke up, and only the babbling sounds remained in her ears.

Chen Changqing passed away so quickly?

Li Xiucai looked at Swen, but he was so fierce in this matter. Maybe it was because he had been holding it in for a long time, or maybe the woman under him was so fragrant.

He only felt that he seemed to have endless strength and inextinguishable fire.

As soon as he finished venting, his hand touched the woman's body and he immediately became impatient and couldn't bear it.

Ruan Ling hid behind the window, listening to the roars and cries in the quilt, and she had goose bumps all over her body.

It is said that scholars are weak, but why is this Li Xiucai so fierce?

She counted casually and the two of them had been tossing and chaotic in the quilt for seven or eight times.

As for it?

Even if it’s a wedding night, you can’t make such a struggle.

Ruan Ling was a little puzzled.

Not to mention this Li Xiucai, Chen Changqing clearly had a strange feeling for his younger brother, and he was also cold-faced when he got married and refused to do so.
Chapter completed!