His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1352

Feng Xian's whiplash was quite serious.

He didn't mention much, but Qian Miao knew from Cang Zeyue that he was being whipped twice because of Feng Can.

Originally, these two whips were hitting Feng Can, but they were blocked by Feng Xian. He grabbed the whip with his bare hands, and when the old man got angry after pulling it out, he hit him twice in the chest.

He was wearing a white shirt that day, and the whip directly cut two red marks.

Now, two days have passed since that day, and the wound has not healed yet.

Qian Miao specially brought back a bottle of ointment from Qian Ru, and after eating, she let him take off his clothes and rubbed it on him.

When she came back to fetch the medicine, she saw Feng Xian was reading with his head down, his clothes still on.

"I've applied the medicine," she said.

Feng Xian put down the book and said: "Put it here, I'll wipe it later, it's in the front, it doesn't get in the way."

Qian Miao stared at him leisurely: "Are you... avoiding me?"

Feng Xian laughed, pulled her over to sit on his lap, and said softly: "No, I'm just afraid... I won't be able to bear it."

There was doubt in Qian Miao's eyes for a second, and in the next second, his gaze lowered unconsciously, looking somewhere.

understand.

Feng Xian said in a low voice: "I'm also a man of blood."

Qian Miao just wanted to see how his wound was doing, but she didn't expect that the topic would be brought up to this point.

She couldn't help but think of the night when they first slept in the same bed.

The man who fell asleep did not forget to kiss her.

It was a subconscious behavior, an instinctive reaction.

Seeing her in a daze, Feng Xian let go of her: "Go and rest, two days after Christmas, I'll take you to play."

Qian Miao's eyes showed anticipation: "Where are you going?"

Seeing her serious and lovely appearance, Feng Xian bowed his head and kissed her, and said, "Temporary secret."

Qian Miao raised her lips and rested her chin on his shoulder, as if she was already imagining the beauty of traveling.

In the silence, something sounded, like clothes being torn apart.

Feng Xian's complexion changed slightly, and a indulgent smile overflowed from his ink eyes.

Qian Miao grabbed his shirt and took it off, casually took the bottle of medicine, took some out, and rubbed it on the two scars.

The flesh is open, bloody and bright red.

Seeing this, some annoyance instantly appeared on her peaceful face.

"Why don't you hide?" Her voice was muffled.

The cool feeling on his chest and the slight itchiness from his fingers made the man unable to concentrate. He said softly, "Let him vent his anger."

Qian Miao frowned, continued wiping her head sullenly.

Accidentally exerted some force on his fingers, causing the man to let out a shallow muffled groan.

The anger in her eyes dissipated and she slowed down her movements.

In the silence, the wrist was suddenly held by the man.

She raised her head, and her lips were kissed by the man, which gradually deepened.

Her head slowly followed the flow of emotions and lost the ability to think. She gradually indulged in his attack, and couldn't help wrapping her hands around his neck, and matched with a deep kiss...

The delicate vial with the ointment rolled to the ground, followed by one piece of falling clothes...

Qian Miao seems to be wandering in the warm sky, going up and down suddenly, as if she is above the clouds, placed in a mysterious place in the water.

For the first time, she tasted a new kind of pleasure, the feeling of being completely physically pleased.

That night, she transformed from a girl to a woman.

morning.

Qian Miao nestled in Feng Xian's neck, opened her eyes and saw the snowflakes falling outside the window, white and beautiful, twirled and falling by the wind, slowly fluttering on the window.

The colder the wind outside, the warmer she felt, just because he was by her side.