The air seemed frozen for a moment.

Qingying and Meng Xun stared at each other in shock.

Qingying was the first to react. She immediately squatted down, lowered her head and picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and apologized:

"I am the daughter of a poor farmer, born in a small family, and have never seen the world. I did not mean to disturb the second young master. I hope you will forgive me."

"Ah..." Qingying was picking up the porcelain pieces on the ground, and suddenly she cried out softly. The sharp porcelain pieces cut her fingers, and the bright red blood immediately flowed out.

Hearing this scream, the two men present changed their expressions slightly, and they all wanted to go forward to check, but Meng Zhaoxian was one step faster.

He grabbed Qingying's bleeding finger, and without thinking too much, as if it was an instinctive reaction, he put it in his mouth and took a sip, frowned and scolded: "You are so clumsy that you can't even hold a cup of tea steadily. You are embarrassing."

Meng Xun paused, and just raised his body a little, he sat back on the chair.

Qingying raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Meng Xun. Seeing his gloomy face, she immediately realized that she and Meng Zhao were too close.

She didn't care about Meng Zhao's reaction, and pulled her finger back with force.

Meng Zhao was stunned when his hand was empty. He didn't know why he felt a little unhappy that Qingying was so eager to cut off her relationship with him.

"My clothes are soaked by the tea. I need to go back and change into something clean.

I'll take my leave for now. Young Master, please chat slowly." Qingying bowed to Meng Zhao and Meng Xun, and then left. After

Qingying left, Meng Zhao picked up the teapot and poured Meng Xun a new cup of tea.

He said softly, "That woman is the concubine my mother gave me a few days ago. She looks okay, but she's a little clumsy. Don't be shy."

Meng Xun was silent for a while, then slowly took a sip of the hot tea, and forced a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Brother, you're joking. How can I be shy? We're all family."

...

*

It was night.

The candlelight flickered in the house.

Qingying helped Meng Zhao wash his body, spread out the quilt, and was waiting for him to go to bed.

Meng Zhao leaned against the bed railing, sitting upright on the bed, and was still not lying down.

It was getting late at night. In the past, Meng Zhao would have already lain down at this time. But tonight, for some reason, he was sitting upright all the time, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Qingying walked over and urged softly, "Young Master, it's time to go to bed."

Meng Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Qingying. He opened his thin lips and ordered, "Take off my clothes."

Qingying did not move. She looked at Meng Zhao in surprise, thinking that she had heard wrongly.

Meng Zhao repeated it again, "Take off my clothes."

Qingying heard it clearly this time. She hesitated for a while, stretched out her little hand, and slowly took off the man's underwear.

When there was only a thin pair of pants left, she paused.

Meng Zhao glanced at her and said, "Keep stripping."

Qingying had no choice but to take off the last pair of pants.

Instantly, the thick, long and big meat stem under the man's abdomen jumped out.

Qingying only took a look and immediately turned her face away. She thought Meng Zhao was going to the toilet, so she squatted down and was about to take out the night pot under the bed.

Meng Zhao suddenly said, "Take off your own clothes and sit on top."

Qingying's almond-shaped eyes widened, looking at Meng Zhao in disbelief, "Young Master, this..."

Meng Zhao looked at Qingying and said as a matter of course, "You are my concubine, so you are naturally responsible for helping me relieve my desires. I married you not only to let you serve me tea and water every day."

Qingying lowered her eyes and remained silent. She bit her lip, and after a while, she began to take off her clothes.

Of course she knew her responsibilities. Madam Meng had instructed that if Meng Zhao wanted it, she could not refuse, and she had to cooperate with him.

Qingying took off her clothes, revealing her exquisite body. She lifted her slender and white legs, got on the bed, and slowly sat on Meng Zhao's waist.

Author: There will be another update at 6 pm, please give me some beads