Being a concubine is indeed not beautiful, but Zhao Wanxi clearly knows that Chen Kang is already a scholar, and she is just an orphan who is a slave, so she cannot expect too much.

She stood up and said, "Young Master, Jiu Niang is waiting for you."

"You!" Chen Kang was moved. He grabbed Zhao Wanxi's arm again, but unexpectedly he only grabbed a piece of his sleeve.

In an instant, a crack was torn open in her outer shirt, and with the sound of the cracks, the white and tender skin on her shoulders was exposed in front of Shen Kang.

She looked at Chen Kang in surprise, obviously panic.

Chen Kang slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing eight white and neat teeth. Not only did he not let go, he pulled her into his arms with a fierce force.

His arms were holding her waist, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Zhao Wanxi's eyes.

Zhao Wanxi was forced to look up at his eyes, and felt a chill on her body. Chen Kang threw her outer shirt into the air.

"Oh!" Zhao Wanxi subconsciously covered her chest, her face flushed with shame.

Chen Kang slowly took off his outer robe, took off his shoes, walked on the floor, took Zhao Wanxi's hand, and walked behind the screen.

I don’t know where the evil wind blows, the translucent screen ignited the incense on the table. This refreshing fragrance made Chen Kang relax.

Zhao Wanxi stood there at a loss, with her whole body like a thorn, wishing she could crack a crack on the ground so that she could get in so embarrassed.

Just when Zhao Wanxi was at a loss, she was hitting a distant mountain-like aura that lingers in her nose.

Seeing her eye feathers tremble slightly, Chen Kang put down the wooden basin in his hand, holding a pair of evenly jointed hands, soaking the handkerchief, wringing it out, and then pulling her white little hand over and gently and slowly rubbing it.

Rather than scrubbing, it is better to take the opportunity to touch it.

His eyes were so serious and his expression was so cautious.

Zhao Wanxi's lips trembled slightly and she said, "Young Master, I was wrong, please let me go back."

At this moment, from now on, she belongs to him alone.

Suddenly she stretched out her white little hand, grabbed his clothes hard, and stood up with the flow. The thin clothes floated in the air, and she threw them into his arms. Chen Kang was completely unprepared and was knocked to the ground by her.

The next moment, Wen Hong's cherry red lips kissed his cold lips.

"Young Master, in this life, you will go to heaven and earth, and Zhao Jiuniang will have no way out."

Looking at her white teeth and a ferocious look on her face, Chen Kang was stunned. The little woman became more and more bold and actually made her throw herself to the ground.

He put his arms around her slender waist and turned over to press her. She looked up at his eyes, and the momentum became weaker without hesitation, and he dodged his direct gaze.

"Huh?" He let out a snorted softly, his eyes carrying evil spirits occupied the high ground like invasion, his thin lips slightly raised, revealing his white and neat teeth. With this brilliant smile, Zhao Wanxi suddenly became captivated.

"good."

“What’s good?”

Chen Kang smiled and said, "Don't leave a way out, just stay by my side."

He couldn't care about any etiquette and ritual.

She raised her lips slightly, smiled a little aggrieved, her voice was long and long, and she said with a crying voice: "For the rest of her life, Zhao Jiuniang will be with her life and death."

He gently hugged her into his arms, sniffed the fragrance on her hair, and closed his eyes unconsciously: "I, Chen Kang, will give you a lifetime of peace."

She slowly stretched out her hands, hugged his plain white clothes, and hugged him tightly: "Young Master."

In the end, her voice became smaller and smaller, with a long tail sound, with grievances.

"Silly girl, don't cry." His round earlobes were slightly red.

The embroidered belt wrapped around her plain waist. He gently lifted his belt and a coolness came. But when he saw the person in front of him, he slightly raised his sleeves, covered half of the lotus, and his eyebrows were filled with charm.

The moon shadow floated outside the window, and the breeze carried half of the sparse shadow. He stroked her white little hand, and the warm feeling was like a dream.

She looked at him without her eyes closed, feeling a little scared.

He smiled romantically, raised his hand to take off the plain hairpin from his clouds and held her hair. She smiled timidly, her little hands lying on his chest, and said with a smile: "You are so unscrupulous, can you admit your mistake just for..."

Speak up for a moment.

He chuckled brightly, so elegant and calm, but it was like a deadly poison to her, and his fingers stirred her skin.

He smiled and said, "For what? Say it."

Zhao Wanxi's face turned red, and her heart was as flustered as if a deer was ramming.

"It was clearly Jiu Niang who repeatedly challenged me, which made me unable to stop."

OK, Zhao Wanxi squinted her eyes and smiled.

He gently stroked her hair and said slowly: "The clouds are so thick, and the eyebrows are so beautiful." Then his fingers flew across her slender neck: "The neck stretches out and the neck is beautiful, and the white texture is revealed."

Her breath became more and more rapid, and she closed her eyes in shame.

Suddenly, he suddenly picked her up, and she buried her head in his arms. He slowly hugged him to the edge of the bathtub. He could hear the sound of water in his ears, and his arms were bumpy.

The next moment, the warm water soaked in the white and bright skin.

She tentatively opened her eyes, and her plain white inner clothes pressed against his solid and hot chest.

"You, do you want to leave the name of romanticism?"

His hands swept through her skin inch by inch and into the wooden barrel. The water stains on his face slid down with his smiling face. He looked at her with a burning look and said slowly, "Isn't happy when I meet so sincerely?"

"My young master..."

The spring light inside the door is infinite, and the moon shadows hang high outside the window, covering the silver-white world with a layer of fluorescent gauze, as gentle as water and as quiet as silk.

The next morning, Shen Kang was awakened by a knock on the door and subconsciously said, "Who?"

Liu Shu bowed and said, "Young Master, it's time to get up." But he felt a little surprised. Shen Kang never got up late. Did he read and write all night last night?

"Oh, come in." Shen Kang replied lazily, and at the same time he heard the door ringing and opened his eyes.

Liu Shu put down the cleansing tub, walked up to him, and said, "Young Master was tired of studying last night? You have to hurry to the academy soon. Wei Wubai went to feed the horses, and then get on the bus before sleeping."

Shen Kang touched his smooth skin with his hand, suddenly remembered everything last night, and blurted out in an instant, "Don't come over!"

Zhao Wanxi woke up at this time and felt ache all over her body. When she heard someone else talking around her, she was so scared that she trembled all over.

Liu Shu suddenly stood there and saw the water stains all over the ground. The men and women's clothes were scattered all over the ground. His face turned red. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Mr., young man... Let's go out now."

Shen Kang held his forehead for a moment and said, "Go."

Liu Shu went out like a run away. Zhao Wanxi blushed and reached out to find out her clothes, but saw that the clothes were all on the ground and were soaked, and she didn't know what to do.
Chapter completed!