Before Quan Qiao could react, kisses were already falling one after another.

She had no power to resist and could only be "forced" to endure it.

I was really forced, I didn't want it at all~

Three hours passed.

The moonlight from outside the window poured into the room, vaguely revealing the outlines of the two people's bodies.

Fu Yi was on top, with his hands on both sides of her body.

He asked, "Are you still angry?"

Quan Qiao...

Is she the kind of person who forgets her emotions when she sees beauty?

Is she that easy to coax?

She said coldly: "Fu Yi, don't think that I will forgive you just like this... well..."

Before he could finish his words, another battle began.

…………………………………… (Ten thousand words omitted here.)

The next day, the sun rose.

Quan Qiao lay there limply, not even having the strength to open her eyes.

You bastard, what kind of anesthetic did you use on her that lasts so long?

Fu Yi lay beside her, his hand supporting his face, his lips slightly curled as he stared at her:

"Qiao'er, are you still angry?"

"I... well..."

I didn't even have a chance to say anything, and again...

It's getting dark.

Fu Yi finally stopped and held her in his arms.

Quan Qiao was as weak and limp as a clay doll.

She wanted to say before... She was no longer angry...

But Fu Yi didn't even give her a chance!

This time, without giving Fu Yi the chance to ask questions, Quan Qiao took the initiative to say:

"Since you have excellent skills, I forgive you!"

She is such an easy-to-please person... the kind of person who can be cured by rolling in the sheets...

Fu Yi curled her red lips and suddenly turned over again.

Quan Qiao was so frightened that her whole body went limp: "Fu Yi! I'm not angry anymore! Why are you still coming!"

“Celebrate!”

Quan Qiao………………………………

The next morning.

Quan Qiao slept for a very long time and felt dizzy and dizzy.

She opened her eyes, looked at the morning light coming in through the window, and suddenly felt like crying.

She thought she would never see the rising sun again...

You bastard, you weren’t that powerful before, but this time you’re so powerful!

While she was complaining in her heart, a deep gaze suddenly fell on her.

Quan Qiao glanced sideways and saw that Fu Yi had also woken up.

His white shirt was particularly messy, with four or five buttons missing, and he looked noble yet exuded a kind of evil charm and sexiness.

He raised his head with his right hand, frowned and asked:

"Qiao'er seems a little dissatisfied? Still angry?"

“No, no, no!”

Quan Qiao shook her head violently and quickly, feeling scared for the first time.

She said very sincerely:

"I'm really not angry anymore! As a couple, it takes a hundred years to be able to ride the same boat, a thousand years to sleep on the same pillow, and we quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.

It's just a small matter. I was just joking with you and never meant to have a real argument with you."

Fu Yi's thin lips curled up in a hint of pleasure.

He lay on the bed and reached out to her.

Quan Qiao was like a frightened bird, her small body trembling:

"What are you going to do!"

Wouldn't it be another special celebration?

Then she will die!

This was the first time Fu Yi saw her afraid. How could this woman, who was always fearless, actually be afraid sometimes?

He comforted softly:

"Don't worry, I'm just hugging you."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm while his other hand held her waist.

I really didn't do anything wrong, I just hugged her.

Quan Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and didn't even have the strength to struggle. She leaned on his chest and let him hold her.

Fu Yi held her for a long, long time. After a while, he suddenly said:

"Qiao'er."

The voice was low, with an inexplicable seriousness and solemnity.