She struggled so hard that her back rubbed against the rough bluestone, and the newly healed wound was bleeding again...
Yue Wushang woke up from her dream, and her arms finally relaxed.
Looking at the blood stains under her body, she frowned slightly: "Your injury hasn't healed yet?"
Qi Luo'er pushed him away with all her strength, jumped up, and covered herself up with her messy clothes.[
Her breathing was still a little disordered, and her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest.
"You...you...Yue Wushang, you bastard! I'm not your concubine, I let you have whatever you want!"
Qi Luo'er was so angry that her fingers trembled.
Yue Wushang took a deep breath, as if suppressing something. When he heard Qi Luo'er's shouting, his eyes darkened, but then he smiled slightly: "Little Bao'er."
Ah? Qi Luoer trembled and looked at him in surprise, wondering why he called her by her real name at this moment.
"You...what are you yelling at?"
Yue Wushang looked at her lazily: "I've decided, I'll call you Xiao Bao'er. Too many people call you Luo'er..."
"You..." Qi Luoer was speechless.
Forget it, it's up to him how he wants to be called, so long as she doesn't agree.
"Yue Wushang, what are you doing here? You know that this is Ziyun Sect's territory after all, so aren't you afraid of being caught in a trap?"
Yue Wushang stretched out his limbs and turned over on Qi Luo'er's bluestone bed. He looked like a satiated leopard, lazy and dangerous: "Catch a turtle in an urn? Little Bao'er, look what you are using.
Ci? Is there such a handsome, graceful turtle? Well, I’m sleepy, do you want me to hold you and rest?”
"Go to hell!"
She clenched her little fists again and again before she could resist jumping up and pinching him.
But I know that my own strength is not at the same level as others, so I will only suffer a loss if I pounce on him.
She took a long breath and tried her best to tell herself to calm down, calm down, and calm down again.
Fight, can't beat.
She is a lady, so naturally she cannot be scolded.