Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1365 Round Room

"boom!"

The door was closed in front of her, and the two disappeared inside the door.

Bai He was stunned, and when he reacted, he covered his mouth with joy.

Looking at this rhythm, it should be that the general is about to consummate with the young lady.

It is really gratifying, she must tell her husband the good news as soon as possible.

Inside the room, before reaching the bed, Long Xuan couldn't wait to put Lin Qingyuan on the table.

All the cups and cups on the table were swept to the ground, making a series of noises.

Lin Qingyuan, who was already confused, heard the sound, just about to get up, she was pushed back, and then, the man's body was covered, and the unfinished business in the carriage was continued.

Halfway through, Lin Qingyuan stared in a daze, "Aren't you brothers with Long Chi?"

Long Xuan's arrow was on the string, sweating profusely, and after hearing the words, he acted for a while, "So what?"

Lin Qingyuan glanced at him, swallowed suddenly, and said in confusion, "Why is yours different from him? His..." She tilted her head and muttered in a low voice.

The blue veins on Long Xuan's forehead jumped, pinched her cheek, and narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Have you seen someone else's?"

Lin Qingyuan was in pain, her consciousness regained a little, and she said honestly: "No, I saw him accidentally..."

Long Xuan's heart for strangling her was gone, and the trace of pity for her was gone.

Baihe kept vigil outside the house in case the two masters need water.

In the silent night, she suddenly heard the young lady screaming, followed by loud crying.

"Long Xuan, you bastard, be lighter...oooo!"

The cry sounded extraordinarily crippled. If she hadn't known that they were in the round room tonight, she would have thought that the lady had been beaten by the general.

Hearing the louder sound, she quickly covered her ears and walked into the yard.

...

Besides, when she was fidgeting in her new house on the ninth day of the ninth day, she finally ushered in her wedding night.

When the guests dispersed, Lu Tingchen came back very late.

He walked into the new house full of alcohol.

However, he did not rush in, but leaned against the door and looked at his bride.

Chu Jiu was sitting next to the bed, wearing a bright red gauze skirt, lying on the ground, as if blooming red lotus flowers.

Her plain face was lined up like a haze, with a pair of plain hands clasped together and resting on her lap.

Very well-behaved, very dignified action, but you can see her tension at this time.

There was a ripple in Lu Tingchen's dark eyes, he suddenly chuckled, and turned around to close the door.

There was a slight knock, but it was startled.

Her cold eyes were stained with panic. Seeing a man in a bright red robe approaching, her heart felt like a deer, and her body became even more straight.

"Ajiu..."

Lu Tingchen stood still in front of her.

Faced with his dark eyes, Chu Jiu panicked and blushed. He hung his head hurriedly, staring at the hem of his robe, daring not to look anywhere, and tensed his body, not moving.

"Are you nervous?" Lu Tingchen asked softly with his eyes on the top of her hair.

"No." Chu Jiu replied quickly.

"Then why don't you look at me?" Lu Tingchen asked again.

Ninth day: "..."

Lu Tingchen suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to hold her face, but before he touched her with his hand, his wrist suddenly tightened, and he actually grasped it with the tongs.

She stared at him with guard eyes, but her voice trembled, "What do you want to do?"

Lu Tingchen was stunned, "I want to touch you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was thrown onto the bed by the ninth day.

He was lying on the couch, with dark eyes, blinking, some did not respond.

(End of this chapter)