572 Regret, the Ninth Prince is not easy to mess with

Feng Qingchen's whole body was tense, and her body was much more sensitive than usual. When the Ninth Prince's slightly calloused fingertips touched the sensitive wound, Feng Qingchen trembled all over and couldn't help but open her mouth...

Su Su's numb feeling started from the back and spread all over her body, as if she was electrocuted. Her body trembled slightly. Feng Qingchen closed her mouth and swallowed the moan that was about to come out of her mouth. She complained, "Uncle Jiu, don't mess around. I am a patient, a patient!"

It's not that she was pretending to be squeamish, it's just that her body couldn't stand the teasing of the Ninth Prince. As long as the Ninth Prince touched her lightly, her body couldn't help but go limp.

Love comes automatically!

"What on earth are you thinking about? I am not such a beast." At this moment, the Ninth Prince's face was also filled with gloom. In Feng Qingchen's eyes, he was very "hungry". Otherwise, why would she keep thinking that he had such thoughts?

The Ninth Prince was unhappy and raised his hand to slap Feng Qingchen on the back, but when he was about to do so, he remembered that Feng Qingchen had an injury on his back, so he slapped her buttocks instead.

"Pa..." The Ninth Prince was angry and naturally showed no mercy, slapping Feng Qingchen hard on the buttocks.

It hurts!

Feng Qingchen was originally holding up her body to prevent her thighs from touching the couch, but the Ninth Prince's slap knocked Feng Qingchen to the ground, and the wound on the inside of her thigh collided with the couch.

"Ah... it hurts." Feng Qingchen was caught off guard and almost bit his tongue when he felt the pain.

What's going on?

The Ninth Prince was shocked when he heard that Feng Qingchen was not pretending, thinking that he had used too much force. He reached out and held Feng Qingchen in his arms, then spun around and sat on the low couch himself. He turned Feng Qingchen over and held her in his arms, carefully avoiding the wound on her back.

"You've been so spoiled this time out of the city. I hit you, and you still dared to turn your back on me." The Ninth Prince never said a word of sympathy, but the movements of his hands revealed his true emotions.

Tsk, a stuffy guy.

Feng Qingchen had recovered from the pain and wanted to think about other things, but her face turned pale as soon as she thought of this.

Her injury!

Ah! It was too late. The Ninth Prince had already taken action and lifted up her clothes to take a look. She was wearing little, which made it very convenient for the Ninth Prince to do so. Even if Feng Qingchen wanted to stop him, she had no ability to do so.

don't want!

Feng Qingchen couldn't imagine how dark Ninth Uncle's face would be when he saw the injuries on her body. She covered her face with her hands like an ostrich, pretending that she couldn't see anything.

"Feng Qingchen, tell me what is going on?"

Sure enough, when the Ninth Prince saw Feng Qingchen's bloody legs, not only did his face become gloomy, but his tone was also unprecedentedly cold. He held Feng Qingchen with more force, and it was not until Feng Qingchen felt pain that the Ninth Prince reacted and quickly let go of his hand.

"Feng Qingchen, tell me what's going on." Seeing that Feng Qingchen didn't answer, the Ninth Prince asked again, this time even more harshly, clearly telling Feng Qingchen not to try to fool him.

Feng Qingchen wanted to cry but had no tears. She quietly opened her hands and saw the dark face of the Ninth Prince through her fingers. She couldn't help but shudder. She rolled her eyes and immediately pretended to be weak:

"My wound hurts so much, Ninth Uncle..." The last word "Uncle" was not only pronounced with the third tone, but also dragged out for a long time, which made it clear that she was acting coquettishly.

Under normal circumstances, the Ninth Prince would have turned a blind eye and let Feng Qingchen get away with it because of her weakness, but not today.

"Feng Qingchen, please speak properly. It's useless to call me Ninth Uncle or Tenth Uncle today. Tell me, what's wrong with your injury?"

The Ninth Prince really wanted to beat Feng Qingchen to make her behave, but after looking for a long time he couldn't find where to start. He felt distressed when he hurt Feng Qingchen.

The legs that he remembered as snow-white and slender were now covered in blood and yellow pus. Although not as hideous as the wound on the back, the wound on the leg looked more serious, as if it had been rolled in boiling oil. His heart ached just by looking at it.

"Wuwu..." Feng Qingchen pretended to be pitiful and whimpered twice. Her slender fingers pulled the collar of the Ninth Prince's clothes and said pitifully, "It's more important to treat the injury. Ninth Prince, can you help me apply medicine to the wound first? Ninth Prince, I'm really in pain. I didn't lie to you."

"You didn't lie to me? I've waited for so many days, how could you be so late? Besides, with your strength, you can strangle me to death without any problem. Is it really as painful as you say?" The Ninth Prince felt sorry for Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen was a woman who would really go crazy if he didn't teach her a lesson for three days.

Pulling his shirt hem, he thought it was a flattery; pulling his sleeve, he thought it was fun; but now pinching his collar, what is that? Is it murdering her husband?

Uh... Feng Qingchen was choked by the Ninth Prince. She was clearly trying to please the Ninth Prince, but how did she end up strangling him? Feng Qingchen quickly let go of her hand, and sure enough, the Ninth Prince's collar was full of creases. It seemed that she had accidentally used a lot of force just now.

"This is an accident, a real accident." Feng Qingchen leaned forward, hooked his left hand around the Ninth Prince's neck to prevent himself from falling, and with his right hand he flatteredly smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

The Ninth Prince was a germaphobe, so how could he tolerate his clothes being messed up like this? Feng Qingchen thought that he was trying to please the wrong person, so he worked even harder, almost sticking his whole body to the Ninth Prince.

It would be wrong for the Ninth Prince to push Feng Qingchen away at this moment, but it would also be wrong not to push her away. The woman he loved threw herself into his arms, her delicate body pressed tightly against him, and she whispered softly in his ear. If he didn't feel moved, he would not be a man. But was this the time to feel moved?

The Ninth Prince decided that after Feng Qingchen recovered, he would teach Feng Qingchen a lesson. As for how a man should teach a woman a lesson, it was needless to say.

In order to keep Feng Qingchen out of bed for three days, he wrote the word "nine" upside down.

Small theater (free):

After making love, Qingqing pushed Jiujiu away and went to take a shower alone. When she came out covered in mist, she was as fresh as orchid. Jiujiu couldn't control herself and went forward to push Qingqing down and do it again.

Qingqing quickly dodged and gave Jiujiu a cold look: "Don't come again, I have something important to do."

Jiujiu glared at Feng Qingchen unhappily, and was furious: "What is more important than this king? After Wang Jinling and Xiaobai, who do you care about now? Where do you rank this king? This king is not even as good as a dead horse? Huh?"

Qingqing's arrogance immediately disappeared, and she quickly stepped forward to massage Jiujiu's back: "How could that be possible? You are always the first in my heart, and no one can replace you."

Jiujiu felt relieved, but pretended not to believe it, with a proud look on her face: "Since I am the first in your heart, put aside your important matters."

He lowered his head slightly, resting his chin on Jiujiu's shoulder: "One incense stick, just give me one incense stick of time, okay? I promise it will be quick, very quick, I will be done when you come out of the bath."

Jiujiu was puzzled: "What is so important and can be done so quickly?"

"Can you not tell me?"

"No, you are not allowed to do it if you don't tell me." Jiujiu was very domineering and hugged Qingqing's waist to prevent her from running away.

With a look of grievance on her face, she lowered her head and pointed at her fingers: "Okay, I said it's not enough, um, um, I want... I want..."

After thinking for a long time without any answer, Jiujiu was depressed: "Will this king eat people? If you don't want to say it, don't say it. This king doesn't want to listen to you anymore."

"Report to Uncle Nine, I want to make a comment." He said quickly in a hurry.

"What? Read the comments? Read the comments again? You are not allowed to go. Am I not as important as the comments? How many times has this happened? Just now when I was making love with you, you were absent-minded. Were you thinking about this? Feng Qingchen, listen to me. I say you are not allowed to go. Do you understand me?" Jiujiu continued to get angry.

The young wife continued: "Ninth Uncle, don't be like this, just let them go and see what they say about us. Okay..."

"No..." The beauty trap hasn't been used yet, he doesn't want to give in so quickly, what a pity!

Qingqing continued to twist and turn until her clothes were torn off, and Jiujiu threw her onto the bed...

Jiujiu was satisfied, and used the beauty trap. Everything was fine, but he had to wait until he was full...

Qingqing: ... Did you see that? In order to read your messages, Qingqing has been working hard and even resorting to the beauty trap. Why don’t you leave a message?