With a wave of his long arm, he threw the person in his arms onto the bed. His tall body pressed down on her, holding the tiny girl in his arms. She was so thin that she could not be held in one hand.

Kisses, everywhere.

Yun Jiao held his head and turned her head slightly to kiss his neck, avoiding his lips.

His breathing became increasingly tense, and his lust filled the air, like a burning fire that was out of control. As his movements became deeper and deeper, her body suddenly trembled slightly:

"hiss--"

He raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

She frowned, her face pale, "My stomach hurts, it seems... that..."

She bit her lower lip, finding it hard to speak.

"..." Ling Che understood immediately. The arrow was on the string, ready to be fired, but he was suddenly told this. At this moment, he was undoubtedly in a fucking mood. He was so angry that he wanted to curse, but when he saw her uncomfortable little face, the anger choked in his throat and he held it back.

Hold!

He slammed his fist on the bed, "Are you serious?"

Why come at this time instead of earlier?

Yun Jiao lowered her head in embarrassment and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Che, I spoiled your fun. I... missed you so much, but..."

Her eyes were red and she looked particularly upset.

Ling Che took a deep breath and kissed her hard on the face, "I'll deal with you next time!"

He got out of bed and didn't know how to do it, so he asked Ayu to come in. But Ayu went to the kitchen to make soup and didn't come back for a while, so he called Sang Xue over.

When Sang Xue arrived, her face was ashen, and she stared at Yun Jiao with a pair of hostile eyes. She couldn't lose her temper in front of Ling Che, so she could only control her temper.

"Sir, please go out first. I will handle it for Miss Yun."

"No." Yun Jiao grabbed Ling Che's sleeve and leaned against him, her voice soft, "A Che, stay with me."

Maybe she was not feeling well, and she looked particularly coquettish.

This look caught Ling Che's eyes, making him furious for no reason. He wanted to strangle her with one hand, but he couldn't...

"Be more independent. I'll sleep in another room tonight." He said in a deep voice.

"I'm not independent." She hugged his arm, not letting him go, and hung her thin and frail body on it like a large doll pendant.

"obedient."

"I won't listen." She shook her head and refused to let him go no matter what.

This scoundrel and clingy look made Ling Che laugh and cry. At the same time, the man's vanity was satisfied to a certain extent. He even liked the feeling of being clingy.

Sang Xue stood aside, her hands clenched tightly, her arms shaking with anger.

He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Since Miss Yun doesn't need it, you might as well go out first. Let me handle the girl's affairs."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Che raised his eyes unhappily:

"I want you to be more talkative."

He rubbed Yun Jiao's head and said lovingly, "Just teach me how to do it. Sang Xue, you can leave now."

"Young Master!" Sang Xue stared in disbelief.

The young master is of noble status, and he holds a sword in his hand. When did he condescend to such a level for a woman and even touch such filth?

From childhood to adulthood, the young master has never been so patient with her.

Yun Jiao nestled in Ling Che's arms obediently, looking at Sang Xue with her beautiful eyes, and said:

"Sister Sangsang, I'm sorry, I don't feel well. Ache has to accompany me tonight. When I feel better, I will return Ache to you. I won't monopolize him. Don't be angry..."

She bit her lower lip lightly and said these tea-flavored words very sensibly.

Ling Che listened to it and enjoyed it very much.

But women are very good at testing tea, so how could Sang Xue not see through Yun Jiao's pretense?