Of course, there is no need to say much about the snowy skin on her body. Every inch is made of finely crafted like high-quality white jade. It is snow-white all over, without any scars or imperfections. What Xiang He'an loves Hongluan the most is her snow-like skin. Even the new love that he puts in his heart is so much worse than Hongluan.

Especially when bathing, warm water droplets sprinkled from top to bottom, seemingly blending with the skin. The woman's back was slender and soft, and every curve and every movement was just right. And such a beauty belonged to him. Xiang He'an was extremely glad that he could come to propose marriage at Hongluan and the hairpin. Although he could not welcome her as his wife, before Wu Fang appeared, among all the wives and concubines, his favorite was Hongluan.

His wife, Yushi, was born with a noble background and had a steady and self-restrained temperament. Except for the first and fifteenth days of each month, Xiang He'an basically did not step into the yard of Yushi. Aunt Zhao and Aunt Qian, the former were maids who gave him food when he was young, and the latter was brought by the old lady, and had no feelings for him. Only Hongluan, he fell in love with her when he first saw her.

But after a long time, Hongluan could not help but be a little arrogant. After Zhu Fang entered the mansion, his favor was divided into many, and she became even more unhappy. She always had to make trouble a few times a month, and she lost his love and pity.

The woman stood up from the bathtub, and it seemed that she had finished bathing. She stepped out of the bathtub with one foot, and Xiang He'an's Adam's apple was squirming up and down because of swallowing saliva. He stared at the perfect body obsessed with her full chest, slender waist, and slender legs. Xiang He'an took a deep breath and was about to walk over, but he heard the beauty exclaiming, stepping on the water on the ground, and was about to fall to the ground!

Xiang He'an's heart was almost out of his throat! He thought it was not good, and he didn't care about his image or not. He rushed over and used Qinghuan as a personal cushion. Fortunately, she was light and slender, and not heavy, so although she pressed on Xiang He'an, it didn't hurt. In the flash, Xiang He'an ignored everything, just thinking that the child in Qinghuan's belly must not have anything to do, this is his first child!

Qinghuan naturally knew how important this child was to Xiang He'an. If it weren't for confirming that Xiang He'an could have rushed over to save her, she wouldn't have chosen such a dangerous method. She showed a dizzy expression and didn't know what happened. She stared at the man beneath her. After a while, tears suddenly fell one by one.

Xiang He'an felt distressed. He originally wanted to say a few words to her, but the beauty was crying and the pear blossoms were raining. How could he bear to let it go? So he gently touched her still wet back and said softly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, get up quickly, be careful to catch a cold for a while."

As he said that, he had already picked up Qinghuan. Qinghuan was obediently carried to the bed by him, and was wrapped in a clean cloth towel that Xiang He'an had. She looked so cute that she looked like a little doll.

Xiang He'an has never served anyone like this. He was served since childhood. However, the woman with his child in his arms now asked him to give some money. As long as he thought that his first child would be born in a few months, Xiang He'an felt that not to mention making a cushion for Qinghuan, he would be willing to sacrifice his life for her!

Somehow, since she learned that she was pregnant, Xiang and An felt that Hongluan was a little different, but the difference was the difference. He couldn't say it, and in the end he could only blame the pregnancy. I heard that pregnancy would change a woman's temperament, so this should be true.

Qinghuan naturally would not be arrogant because of her favor. She raised her eyes and looked at Xiang He'an quickly, then shrank back. She was like a pitiful little white flower, pitiful and pityful. Xiang He'an was soaked all over her body by her watery and wet eyes. She couldn't help but lower her head to kiss Qinghuan's mouth.

The little mouth was particularly warm and sweet. Xiang He'an almost wanted to drown in it, but he didn't want to break free, but Qinghuan pushed him away and said softly: "Master, you're wet, so let me take you to bathe and clean yourself."

Xiang He'an was confused by her and was confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he murmured a good word.

The scholar-official family is well aware of the principle of superiority and inferiority of men. Women are used to serving everything they do. How could they be possessed and bent down to treat a woman? But thanks to this, Qinghuan felt that Xiang Hean was just like this. He was not like other men, full of contempt or disdain for women. He completely believed that women were gentle and gentle to serve others. How could they have thought that no matter how gentle or gentle a woman was, it would be extremely terrifying once she got angry?

Xiang He'an stepped into the bathtub that Qinghuan had just used. From beginning to end, he followed Qinghuan's instructions without any resistance. Qinghuan seemed to notice that something was strange, but he didn't care too much. He just thought that Xiang He'an was a person with an unstable mind, so she seduced her and got hooked.

The soft and delicate little hands scooped water on him, and the jade hands were as crisp as a slim and the tender feeling made Xiang He'an close his eyes intoxicatedly. After a while, he couldn't help holding Qinghuan's wrist and let her get closer to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It is the honor of being able to serve the master. Why not talk about whether it is hard or not?" With this opportunity, Qinghuan bent down slightly, and her figure was really inviting. After taking a shower, she was frightened and only had a thin bedcloth on her body, which became more and more beautiful and charming.

Xiang Hean is just an ordinary man, how could he not be fascinated by beauty? Especially when he thinks that today's Hongluan is more beautiful than usual. Compared to her who has no spiritual energy on weekdays, she becomes particularly touching when she is pregnant.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the love fire slowly burned, and a strange light flashed in Xiang He'an's eyes. If it were on weekdays, he would have been holding the beauty for a long time, but now Qinghuan is pregnant, how could he ignore the fetus in her womb and just care about his own desires?

Qinghuan did not move, but just lowered her head slightly. From Xiang He'an's perspective, her facial features seemed particularly delicate. Such a beauty would be pleasing to the eye even if she didn't touch her, just looking at her. Especially when she was pregnant with her own child, she was likely to be her eldest son. Xiang He'an felt that her messy thoughts were really unreasonable. A woman like Hongluan should love her in all kinds of ways.

...This feeling was only felt when Hongluan first entered the mansion. Later, she gradually changed, and he became displeased with her. If he actually felt the first love of the child, Xiang He'an felt incredible. I think he was a little fond of the old and the old, which made him, who claimed to be a gentleman, feel faintly despised.

Qinghuan seemed to have noticed something wrong with Xiang He'an, so he looked up at him, his little face showed a look of surprise. Looking at Xiang He'an, his mouth slightly opened, making him feel guilty.
Chapter completed!