Ah Qing's battle record was enough to prove the power of the Yue Maiden's sword art.
" Don't worry, Young Master," Han Xiaoying said." I will work hard to cultivate and reach the realm of Patriarch Ah Qing as soon as possible. I will help you complete your great cause. Even if I have to go through fire and water, I will not hesitate."”
She was loyal to Zhao Xuan.
Zhao Xuan smiled indifferently." Xiao Ying, I don't need you to go through fire and water tonight. You just have to lie by my side and accompany me obediently."”
As he spoke, Zhao Xuan lay on the soft couch, leaving an empty space beside him. He patted Han Xiaoying's shoulder and looked at the empty space beside him. Everything was self-evident.
Han Xiaoying knew that he wanted her to lie next to him. She was not a shameless person. Of course, she understood that it was inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in the room. If they were to lie together, it would be even more inappropriate. However, she had long been in love with Zhao Xuan. At this moment, seeing his invitation, she did not refuse.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not a good person.”Zhao Xuan said with a smile.
"Pfft! Young Master, you…"
Han Xiaoying was speechless.
Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.
Did he have to be so direct?
Zhao Xuan lay behind Han Xiaoying, smelling her faint body fragrance. He put his right hand on her waist, gently stroked her jade-like hand, and held her in his arms.
"Ying, do you want to hear a story? I'll tell you one.”
He whispered in Han Xiaoying's ear.
Han Xiaoying was wearing a tight outfit that outlined her beautiful curves. Her body was full and curvaceous. Zhao Xuan and her hugged each other tightly as if they were about to become one. The touch was very obvious, which made his heart beat wildly.
"Alright, Young Master, tell me."
Hence, Zhao Xuan told the first story.
"There was a child in the village called Xiao Ming. One day, his father asked Xiao Ming,'Xiao Ming, when you grow up and marry a wife, what will you do if your wife treats me badly? Xiao Ming thought for a while and said,"Then I'll let her be a widow."”
Puff!
Han Xiaoying burst out laughing.
Widow…
Little Ming was really ruthless to him.
He didn't even want his own life.
Next, Zhao Xuan told the second story.
"When Little Ming was young, he would forget to wipe his butt drum every time he went to the toilet. His mother told Little Ming that his son must use toilet paper to wipe it clean next time. Little Ming nodded and said that he understood. The next day, Xiao Ming asked his mother after he finished going to the outhouse." Mother, Mother, I listened to you and used toilet paper to wipe my butt." His mother praised him for being so obedient. Who knew that Xiaoming would say,'But mother, what should I use to wipe my fingers?”
"Hmm?" Han Xiaoying was slightly stunned and did not understand.
However, after thinking about it, she suddenly understood something and her expression became one of laughter and tears.
Fingers?
It was toilet paper!
"He actually used his fingers…so dirty.”
Han Xiaoying didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"But it's so funny, hahaha…"
She almost bent over from laughing.
He thought to himself that this Little Ming really made him want to cry but had no tears.
Zhao Xuan told the third story.
" One day, my father asked Little Ming what he liked the most. Little Ming said that he liked little grass. My father asked him why it was little grass. Little Ming said that it was because little grass was powerful. Today, you stepped on my head, and tomorrow, I will grow on your grave.”
Puff--
When she heard the third story, Han Xiaoying burst into laughter and her body trembled.
Today you step on my head, tomorrow I will grow on your grave.
Little Ming was simply unparalleled.
He was ambitious.
This child was indeed a weirdo. The things she liked were so special.
"Young Master, your story is so funny. This Little Ming is so interesting.”
Han Xiaoying smiled like a flower. She really couldn't figure out how there could be a naughty child like Xiao Ming in the world. He was simply a living treasure.
Young Master, what do you like?"
"Me? I like grass, but it's not Xiao Ming's grass. It's another grass.”
Zhao Xuan laughed evilly.
Like grass? Another f * ck?
Han Xiaoying was stunned and suddenly understood something.
"Young Master, you're so bad. You actually like to do that kind of thing.”
"Hehe, Ying, do you like children?" Zhao Xuan smiled indifferently.”
Zhao Xuan finished the story and looked at Han Xiaoying with a smile.
As a professional writer, Zhao Xuan's ability to make up stories was no joke. The three stories not only resolved the awkward atmosphere, but also made Han Xiaoying tremble.
"I like it." Han Xiaoying answered.
Zhao Xuan kissed her and smiled evilly."Then let's have a child tonight. What do you think?”
Roll, little darling.
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