Master Is Pregnant

Chapter 36

Actually, I wanted to say this sentence at the dinner table, and then I looked at the reaction of the three. However, considering that the consequences of saying it could be very serious, I decided to keep it secret, and I would say it at this time. It was purely a ghost.

I crawled around in the bed, and finally got into his bed. During the period when I was chilled by the outside air, I shuddered, and he didn't care about pushing me away, instead he caged the quilt on me.

I hugged his strong waist and raised my head and smiled. "Si'er, tell me, what are you thinking now?"

He shook his head stiffly. "Don't think about anything?"

I sighed sadly. "You lie to me..."

"No," he said soundly.

Tsk, it makes people sad.

I continued to climb up, grabbing his neck, and enticing him: "I didn't drink any medicine today. It was milky. And I didn't take a medicated bath, it was flowery..."

His body is obviously stiff, as if facing a big enemy.

My heart was beating hard, and it was quiet this night, and his heartbeat and breathing were clearly audible.

Seeing him as a black leopard incarnate as a little sheep, I can't bear not to tease him. As I said before, there are no men who do not show off. It's nothing more than the difference between Sao and Meng Sao. The four children in our family were born in secret doors, and they feel more bored than ordinary people. So between us, generally speaking, I should take the initiative first. After piercing the paper, the initiative is completely deprived...

The big bad wolf wanted to eat the little sheep, but found that the opponent was a black leopard in sheep's clothing, so he was counterattacked, and there was nothing left to eat.

Si'er carries the faint fragrance after bathing, and it is extremely faint. It is not so much fragrance, as it is a man's breath. I think Yan Wu is really not waiting for you, this is the arrangement of fate, and then I turned over and lay down. Joe is on all fours, eyes to eyes, nose to nose...

I gently touched his tightly pressed lower lip, and whispered in a low voice, "What are you doing so nervously?"

He put his hand on my waist, but he didn't refuse it very much, he just seemed to hesitate.

"Your body..."

"Yanwu said it's okay, then it's okay." I didn't lie. According to Yanwu's standards, he would not be able to let me lift the ban with a little problem. I giggled again and said, "Do you not believe me, do you check?" Then I leaned over to kiss him.

His hands tightened. At first, I kissed me, but I could not respond, but his hands trembled and his breathing was a bit rapid and heavy. In the end, just like the first time, he couldn't bear it. He turned his back on defense and moved his hands on my back. At the same time, one hand pulled down my large nightgown, and the other hand plunged into my apron. The lips also reached the neck and collarbone from the lips...

How willing I am to describe this process of ecstasy in detail, but I never forget one thing, panting and saying: "Si'er, pull the curtain..."

The white gauze tent fell, concealing the spring light, and saw the mandarin ducks cross their necks, the flowers blooming and stalks... (seeing this, if you want to lift the table, please feel free to...)

I looked up at him confusedly, and thought of leisurely thoughts: He must have watched "Golden X Mei", "Jade X Group" when I didn't know it...the four children who are not tired of learning... …

Climbing on the back of his neck, I whimpered and bit on his shoulder with tears secreting from the corner of my eyes. To do this kind of thing, it really stimulates the heart too much, especially the subject has accumulated a long time...

After the passion, I stopped cooking, and I didn’t have the strength to move my fingers. The full-fledged man was different. I caressed my back unhappily and kissed my eyelids. Closing his eyes and pretending to be the corpse, he hummed and expressed his dissatisfaction...

Physical fitness has declined severely. If we let it go, 300 rounds of war will not be a problem, with first-class flexibility and first-class endurance. Now he is really old, and a hand of old bones creaks when they move. After a few rounds, his waist is sore and his legs are weak. He can't keep up with his speed at all. It doesn't work. You need to exercise more...

"Si'er..." I slowly said, "Don't touch the scar, it won't go away if you touch it again."

These two of them always love to touch the scar on my chest and touch it without distracting thoughts. This makes me very sad...

Joe paused on his hands, "Do you mind?" His voice was a little muffled, very sexy.

I smiled and said, "I don't mind, it's you who mind. It's better than scars, how can I compare to you." I closed my eyes and fumbled on him, from chest to back, familiar as my own body same. "one two Three……"

In fact, I don’t need to count it again. I know that there are twelve scars, including knife wounds, whiplashes, sword wounds, brand marks...

So I said that the secret door is a perverted organization. These scars are twenty years away, and two years are near. They should be destroyed by humanity if they put such a brutal hand on a child.

I finally stroked the feather mark on his right back.

Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu...

Oops, I just thought about it, and I was moved again. Certain similar scenes would stimulate the brain to respond automatically. The number of scars in this way stimulated me to recall the night of dry wood and fire, which was actually the same as what happened just now. Things were almost the same, but without my influence at that time, he hadn't watched "Golden X Plum" or "Jade X Group", groping jerkily, and finally completed the final steps under my guidance.

This is so-called, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

Our family, Qiao Si, is really a good apprentice...

When I first met our family, Qiao Si, although he always wore a half mask, his lips were tight, he was unsmiling and cold, but from those clear eyes, I could see the essence of this person, too. I deserve it. Now that I see his essence, I shouldn't provoke him.

The story of Qiao Si and I, just like in the script, when the heroine heals or changes the dressing of the heroine, it is always easy to wipe the gun and go wrong...

Almost all abnormal organizations use drugs to control their subordinates, and the hidden door is no exception. In fact, I should have thought of Tang Si's weird expression when he detoxified Qiao Yu. The two seemed to reach a tacit agreement like an agreement, even Tang Si was certain To a degree of tolerance to Qiao Yu... That kind of feeling is like saying: He hasn't been alive in a few days, so why should I care about a dead person.

Later, when I returned to the imperial capital, I met Yanli while avoiding chasing soldiers in the palace. If it weren't for Yanli's disdain to help him hide it, I'm afraid he would hide it from me to death. He is such a person. If the master is good at using a smile to hide his bitterness, then he is used to face suffering with silence.

The poison of the secret door is the same as the existence of this organization. It is metamorphosed to the extreme. There is no antidote. There is only another poison that suppresses the toxicity. Take it every three months. Otherwise, the toxicity will occur and the pain will be unsatisfactory. Someone once tried to escape from the organization, carrying this torture, and finally chose to commit suicide. That kind of pain will wake up even if you faint. In Yan Li's words, this kind of pain directly stimulates the nerves. Even if it is really carried over, it is likely to go mad because of a nervous disorder...

During the seven days of the poisoning, Yan Li tied him with a rope, unloaded his jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue, and pierced his whole body with 49 golden needles quenched with strong anesthetics, barely restraining it a little. Medicinal properties. I was kicked out the door, because I was afraid that I would not be able to bear it and go crazy first...

I was sitting outside the door, listening to the sound in the house, with a heart hanging in the air. I can't imagine what kind of pain it was. I had to groan for two or three days even after losing a tooth. If I had to endure that kind of suffering, I would definitely choose to die. And Qiao Yu, to use Yan Li's words, he is a person who tolerates the habit, and he might do miracles.

I glared at him bitterly and felt that the doctors were cold-blooded butchers, and they were impersonal.

On the first day of the poison, I hugged my knees and talked about the things in my childhood outside the door. It was to help him divert his attention. I don’t know if it worked. Yan Li said that the pain on the first day was the lightest. Yes, the next day hurts for another day.

The next day, I finished telling my story, and then I realized that my life was really lackluster.

On the third day, I started to sing and sang the songs I composed myself from my memory. Yan Li said, don’t aggravate his torment...

On the fourth day, when Yan Li entered the house, I secretly glanced in from the crack of the door, and only saw Qiao Yu tied to the bed, motionless, not knowing what was going on.

With only the last three crucial days left, Yan Li immersed Qiao Yu in the potion and cooked it with firewood. I was dumbfounded: "You are going to cook him!"

He gave me a contemptuous look. "What do you know, this method can speed up the medicinal properties into the body and relieve pain!"

At that time, Yan Li was still a disguised court physician. On the seventh day of the poisonous outbreak, it was a critical moment. Suddenly there was news that the emperor was critically ill. Yan Li was hurriedly called away, and let me enter the house in desperation. Look after Qiao Yu, and can't be impulsive anyway.

I accepted, adding firewood and heating water as instructed.

Qiao Yu was frozen by him, his eyes closed tightly. Even though he was in the hot water, his face was still pale as paper, his lower lip trembled slightly, and his body slightly convulsed, as if it were cold.

I called out softly: "Qiao Yu..."

He seemed to have heard it, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.

His body was naked and dipped in the potion, only the part above the collarbone was exposed, and some scars were faintly visible. When I moved the firewood, I turned my head and saw the feather imprint on his back shoulder. I suddenly felt familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

As it was about noon, his convulsions suddenly increased, and his face turned from white to red. I was shocked secretly, not knowing what to do, so I could only call his name "Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu..."

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me with red eyes. I was taken aback and bounced off the ground. "Are you ok?"

He didn’t respond, maybe he didn’t hear my question at all. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened it again, the golden needle on his head was forced out by the true Qi in the body. I was shocked and took a step back. It exploded at this time, and the tilted potion extinguished the fire. Qiao Yu was wearing only a pair of underpants, and his upper body was covered with scars and weird red spots. The red spots were as red as blood, as if they were about to come out.

I was stunned by the vision, thinking that Qiao Yu was going crazy, how could I know that the next moment he fell to the ground powerlessly, and the whole person curled up into a ball, convulsing, and a vague whimper in his throat, like a wounded little beast.

I hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Qiao, Qiao Yu!" His body was scorching hot and I couldn't take much care of him, so I helped him to bed, and suddenly found that his jaw returned to his place, biting his lower lip. For fear that he would bite his tongue, I grabbed the medicine packet and put it in his mouth.

"Qiao Yu, open your mouth! Be good, open your mouth, don't bite yourself!" I don't know if he heard me, patted his cheek lightly, to no avail, only choked his jawbone and forced him to open his mouth. Tuck the medicine packet in. His lower lip was completely bloody.

Seeing his twitching hands and feet almost bounced off the bed, I held the quilt to hold him down again, he looked like a patient suffering from drug addiction. The back of his head slammed on the bed board, making a bang, and the upper body bounced off the bed, and I was firmly suppressed. He stared at his crimson eyes, the focus did not know where it was, and a strange sound was made in his chest. I held his shoulders, endured fear and distress, and gritted my teeth and said: "Qiao Yu, hold on, it's almost over! Keep going, everything will be fine!"

His hands were digging on the bed, three points into the wood, his fingers dripping with blood. I can't tell him to stop him, so I can only shout in his ear: "Hold me, hug me!"

His eyes gradually fell on my face, but he still didn't hear me.

It seemed that it had been hundreds of years before Yanli came back. He changed his complexion as soon as he entered the house. A few golden needles were pierced, picked me up and threw me aside, and shouted, "Boil hot water!"

I didn’t have time to think about it, and I ran out, only to boil hot water, boil hot water...

When I finished boiling the hot water and returned, Qiao Yu had fallen into a coma. Yan Li sweated profusely and closed his eyes to rest.

I tremblingly asked, "Is he okay..."

"Wait for him to wake up." Yan Li said with closed eyes, "If he is not crazy, he will be fine. He is determined and strong in spirit, and may be able to survive."

I was relieved, "The hot water..."

This time he opened his eyes and said, "Move into my house, I want to take a shower."

I:"……"

Seeing that he saved Qiao Yu, I didn't care about him. After moving the hot water over, I went back to clean Qiao Yu's house. Sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, changing the bedding, so tired and sore, then fell to his bed.

When Qianli released the water, I always felt that he was very familiar and had a subtle intimacy. I don't understand why he, a young master of the secret door, treats me so well, and even wants to leave the secret door organization. It wasn't until I saw the feather mark that some memories gradually became clear. Such a gorgeous brand, I have seen it once in my life. When I was a child, I encountered a scarred little father-in-law when I was visiting Ouchi at night...

Suddenly, I want to check his lower body...

Is he the little father-in-law I met when I was young? Could it be said that the secret door was so abnormal that it would impose imperial punishment on its subordinates? As far as I know, the combat effectiveness of father-in-law is generally stronger, because they have one fatal weakness less than normal people. Some insidious tricks, like the monkeys I like to steal peaches, are invalid for them. And so and so, didn't you say that "you must first come from the palace if you want to practice this skill"...

Is it... Is it...

This thought bit my heart, but I was so tired, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep on the edge of the bed, thinking, wait until I wake up...