Zhao Rong had just put his face into the pitch-black quilt, and before even the morning light had gained a foothold inside, two steaming little feet came towards him.

Hit the bull's eye.

"you!"

The painful places are forehead and nose.

Zhao Rong covered his hand with his hand the handsome face that had charmed countless women.

"snort."

Qingjun's cold snort came from under the quilt.

Zhao Rong immediately put down his hands, reached into the quilt, and grabbed the two slender feet that were about to retract.

"Ladies, are you hurt by kicking? Your husband will massage the area for you." He said seriously.

It seemed that someone was very skilled in blending the woman's slender feet. Concubine Zhao Lingfei's voice, which was originally a little hoarse, was trembling. "Hateful, you... let go."

Zhao Rong pretended not to hear. He was not willing to let go. His two big hands reached into the quilt and were savoring the feeling:

After he grabbed my ankle,

The one on the left has the entire arch of the foot stretched straight and trembling slightly.

No need to think, it was Qingjun's slender feet.

The one on the right, once the foot was held, its whole foot became soft and weak, and it could be easily kneaded and manipulated.

It’s Qian’er’s.

Zhao Rong has always felt that slender feet are one of the most attractive and sexy parts of a woman.

Even though he had played very wildly and to his heart's content last night.

But Zhao Rong felt that it was a different experience to enjoy the scenery in the early morning. At least he could see more clearly, right?

He pulled the two girls' little feet out of the quilt and looked down.

Qingjun's feet are delicate and slender, with a perfect shape, like a fine work of art.

Qian'er's feet are small and a little chubby, like the baby fat on the face of a girl next door. I can't help but pinch them.

The former is suitable for admiration and careful playing, while the latter is suitable for...bullying.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while.

Qingjun and Qian'er's two slender feet were originally as white as frost and snow.

It's just that he didn't control the degree last night.

There were reddish-white swellings on the arches of their feet and on some of their toes.

But at this moment in the lazy sunshine, it is also somewhat lovely.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her twice.

"Mmmmm..." Xiao Qian'er, who was burying her face, couldn't help it and spat, "Perverted Brother Rong'er."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was always elegant, aloof and polite, blushed and cursed: "Perverted...perverted husband."

Zhao Rong said sadly: "Why did I become a pervert?"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei felt a little aggrieved that she had entrusted her trust to the wrong person. "You are a scholar, you have read so many books of sages, and you are serious and steady in front of others. Where did all this go last night? Why... why is your mind full of things that are embarrassing and tormenting us women?"

Zhao Rong asked in confusion, "What shameful things happened last night that tortured your women? Qingjun, please explain clearly. You can't slander someone's innocence with your mouth."

"You, you still ask!"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei buried her head in the quilt and kicked forward with her slender feet that were caught, but unfortunately she was controlled and did not kick the bad guy to death.

"That's right!" Xiao Qian'er, who fought alongside the young lady against the fierce artillery fire last night, cheered for the young lady and said, "Brother Rong'er, you have changed. You have become a bad person. How could you bully the young lady like that last night? I couldn't stand it anymore."

Zhao Rong reflected for a moment and asked, "So this is why you, little girl, hid behind last night, claiming to be helping out and kept pushing Qingjun?"

Xiao Qian'er: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling stretched her slender neck and spit at the girl next to her who was making things worse: "You little bastard is going to die!"

He stretched out his fist to knock her chestnut.

The little girl quickly twisted her waist to hide, crying in grievance: "Miss, Miss, don't listen to Brother Rong'er's instigation. I am really helping you. Didn't you see how hard I pushed last night? I... I am helping you, don't misunderstand me."

Concubine Zhao Ling was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "I was calling you to help me, but you didn't respond. You pushed me in front of you and made me suffer? If someone didn't know, they would think you were in cahoots with him, working together to bully me!"

Now, whenever she moved her buttocks slightly, she would still feel a burning pain.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was as red as a ripe apple.

Woohoo...it's almost broken...

She never wanted to leave this bed and go out to see people again in her life.

Little Qian'er was still arguing in a low voice, "Well, Miss, didn't we agree that the main seat would be given to you? You are a Miss, and Qian'er... Qian'er is just a pitiful, weak and helpless little maid, how dare I snatch it. And I think you seem to like it very much, Miss."

Zhao Lingfei frowned and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like to shout until your throat hurts?"

"Well, I thought you were yelling on purpose for Brother Rong'er to hear... He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. I almost couldn't hold on from behind you..." Xiao Qian'er whispered softly: "Also, when a woman says no, doesn't it mean that she... really... really wants it? You say one thing and mean another."

"You little bitch, shut up!"

Zhao Lingfei in bed endured the pain and turned over and pounced on him, wanting to die together with the "little traitor".

Zhao Rong watched the two girls' quarrel for a while with a smile.

Then, after hearing the whimpering cry for help from the "double-agent senior agent" Xiao Qian'er, he took the opportunity to crawl into the bed.

After a while of tossing.

Zhao Rong stopped the two girls from playing and flirting. He put his arm around each of their slender waists, and the three of them lay on their backs on the messy wedding bed.

The three of them panted and looked up at the red curtains above their heads.

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er took the initiative to hug their loved ones' arms.

It was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong turned his head and kissed Zhao Lingfei's messy forehead, smiling and saying:

"Of course I have to be serious in front of outsiders, but you are not outsiders. If I, your husband, am still serious, then it will be your turn to be anxious."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and said proudly, "Who said that? I wish my husband was a real gentleman, consistent in appearance and heart, and would not bully me at home. We should respect each other like guests and treat each other with respect."

Zhao Rong bit her ear: "Oh, if your husband is really so honest, then no one will write love letters to you, and no one will teach you how to give birth to a baby..."

Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little itchy from his lips and breath.

She shrank her head and said stubbornly, "I don't want it. It's better for you to be serious."

Zhao Rong thought about it and said seriously: "Then no one will make you a hearty breakfast? Then you won't be able to stay in bed peacefully."

"Hmph, no, I'm not hungry."

Zhao Rong blinked and nodded, "Not hungry? I understand. Did Qingjun just eat enough?"

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears turned red, "I'll eat your big head!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong nodded in agreement and whispered in her ear: "Well, it is true that you ate a big head... ghost."

The last word was a bit heavy.

“…”

Xiao Qian'er understood the homonym and blushed.

She interrupted and changed the subject:

"I know why the young lady wants the gentleman Rong Er more. Humph, it's not that she doesn't want the love letter and breakfast, but she is even more reluctant to give up the baby..."

The little girl dodged Concubine Zhao Ling's hand that was stretched out to kill and silence her, while she said slowly:

"But compared to a single-minded and dull-witted 'gentleman Rong', all these can be postponed a little."

Zhao Rong: “…”

These plain words left him speechless.

I really don’t know what to say.

He shut up and played dumb.

The triple room was quiet for a while.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly let go of Zhao Rong's arm that she had been hugging.

She stretched her snow-white arms out of the quilt and tried to get up.

Zhao Rong jumped up quickly, and without caring about anything, he hugged the snow-white and soft woman in the quilt from behind.

“You are not allowed to leave…”

Could it be that he is angry... He became nervous.

He pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "You, what are you doing?"

Concubine Zhao Ling looked down at Zhao Rong's arms that were tightly around her and felt his strength.

She pursed her lips and glanced back at him, "Get up and have breakfast. Why, isn't it prepared for us when it's brought in?"

The woman spoke in a relaxed tone.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook his head, "No, no, it's right that I did it for you."

"You... you should loosen your grip a little. I'm feeling a bit hurt... why are you hugging me so hard?" Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, stared at him with her narrow autumn eyes and said, "Oh, I'm really diligent today. I even knew to make breakfast for Qian'er and me. Move aside. I want to check your cooking skills."

"No, no, don't get out of bed yet!" Zhao Rong turned over and jumped off the bed very flexibly, stopping them from getting up while covering themselves with the quilt, and volunteered: "My dear ladies, you are not feeling well, and you are naked... and haven't put on clothes yet, so you should stay in the quilt for a while to warm up, so that you can feel more comfortable. I'll bring the plates over and feed you."

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at the attentive back of someone who quickly ran off the bed.

They looked at each other, and their hearts felt warm and sweet, as if they had eaten honey.

…