After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 157

[Chapter 157]

The day when the Great Sun Immortal Sect opened.

The first ray of light from the horizon slanted through the green screen window and landed on the long couch not far away.

On the couch, magenta and light white were intertwined, and half of the embroidered green calyx and begonia was hanging in the air, while the other half was heavily pressed by a thin body.

A slender hand rests on the man’s broad jade-colored chest. The fingertips are as pale as light, and the fingernails are round and beautifully trimmed. Dan Kou is gorgeous, the beauty is lying on his side, and he is only covered with a thin layer of crimson veil, like a begonia. Spring sleep.

Cui Wang opened his eyes.

Under Crow Crow’s long eyelashes, those eyes were black and white, like a clear lake, and he was clearly not sleepy.

“What time is it?”

A lazy, hoarse nasal sound came from his ears.

Zheng Wan turned over.

Cui Wang glanced at the hourglass on the antique shelf:

“Mao Shi.”

“It’s still early.”

Zheng Wan lazily drilled her head into his arms, drowsiness floated up again, and her slightly pink eyelids drooped down again.

Cui Wang moved, allowing her to drill more comfortably.

He just lay there for a while, until the sky was bright, then he pulled back the arm resting under her neck, lifted her up, and got up to sit on the bed.

“you are leaving?”

Zheng Wan’s drowsiness suddenly disappeared.

She sat up, and the soft quilt slipped to the halfway point and was pulled up by her. The thin quilt embraces the young and beautiful body of the woman, like a red pomegranate skin wrapped in snow-white crystal flesh.

“kindness.”

Cui Wang glanced back at her, and took out a white sword robe from the storage ring again.

Zheng Wan stuck her feet out and was taken away:

“Yesterday, I just painted my hands.”

Feet are tender.

She pouted:

“The feet haven’t been painted yet—”

They rolled to one place, which was really a delay.

Although it is impossible to double-cultivation now, if it is just a simple swallow, plus the ice jade pillow specially found by Cui Wang, it will still work.

Cui Wang looked cold and cold under the bed, but when he got on the bed, he seemed to be a different person.

After tossing around for most of the night, she had to control the exercises and deal with this person, but she was more tired than fighting with others, and she didn’t know when she fell asleep in the end.

Cui Wang silently put on his plain tunic, buttoned all the way to the top, put on his sword robe, and walked back to the bed again.

“what?”

Zheng Wan stared blankly as he took out a familiar row of petal-shaped fat boxes from the storage ring, reached out and scooped out her leg, and put it on his clean sword robe.

The snow-white sword robe was suddenly pressed into a fold.

“Which color?”

Cui Wang didn’t raise his eyebrows, his slender fingertips slid across the row of fat boxes on the edge of the bed.

The petal-shaped fat boxes are small and delicate, but the size of a baby’s fist, with different colors, and each box’s lid is engraved with a blooming Chiba Begonia. Peach powder, pear white, light yellow, grass green, magenta…

“What color?”

“…Oh, Li Bai,” Zheng Wan said coquettishly, “I want the Begonia flower you painted last time.”

The thin brush, smeared with jade and thin ice-like juice, fell on the round and lovely nails, causing a tingling itch.

Zheng Wan couldn’t help but shrank her feet back, but was caught by him:

“Don’t move.”

Cui Wang looked up at her.

Zheng Wan was frightened by the turbulent rapids in his eyes, “Oh”, she didn’t dare to move.

He gently held his ankle, Zheng Wan simply put her right hand on the other leg, tilted her head to look at Cui Wang.

The fine sunlight came in and fell on his long eyelashes. The man’s brows were quiet, and the pair of right hands, which were too cold and stiff due to holding the sword, carefully held a thin brush and brushed her nails lightly.

Crystal clear ice-white base molding.

The bright red begonia flowers are placed little by little in the ice-white background, from budding, blooming, to withering, the entire flowering period, are engraved in this small nail.

a long time:

“All right.”

Cui Wang let go of her ankle and stood up.

Zheng Wan retracted her foot, the feeling of being rubbed by his tiger’s mouth on her ankle still remained, she raised her head:

“Cui Wang, are you really not taking me?”

Cui Wang lifted his robe and stepped down:

“Without.”

A little between Zheng Wan’s feet, the person had already fallen from mid-air to Cui Wang, and she jumped on him:

“Cui Wang, why don’t you take me, okay, okay?”

“not good.”

Cui Wang lifted her up and entrusted her, “Under the realm of magic, there will be nine deaths.”

Zheng Wan’s cheeks bulged and bulged again, and couldn’t help but put his head on him, like a calf.

Cui Wang was forced to take a step back.

“I’ve been doing Xiao Fu low for so long yesterday, my hands are sore, and my mouth is swollen, Cui Wang, you can’t just take the benefits and do nothing.”

Cui Wang: …

“I didn’t answer.”

He pulled her off with difficulty, and Zheng Wan reluctantly wrapped her arms around her:

“But you didn’t say anything wrong.”

Cui Wang’s ears were faintly red:

“Not anyway.”

He turned his head away and stood still.

Seeing that nothing could be done, Zheng Wan got down from him, a pair of bare feet on the ground, ten toes like fresh and delicate petals.

Cui Wang glanced, took out a pair of fresh white soap boots from the storage bag, leaned down, held one of her bare feet in his hand, and quietly put on her shoes.

The young female nun who was angry like a puffer fish, the rising anger in her body was miraculously comforted by the rustling sound of the cloth rubbing against her.

“Be obedient, Wanwan.”

Cui Wang straightened up, “When I get back, I’ll take you to Bingmu City to buy the freshest phoenix flower juice. I heard that there is a new mutated phoenix flower there, which can dye golden flower-juice.”

“gold?”

Zheng Wan wondered, “And the golden phoenix juice?”

“have.”

Cui Wang stroked her head, “Of course, wait for me here, take care of you, Aya.”

He gave her a deep look, then turned and walked away.

Zheng Wan stood on the spot, looking at the soap boots on her feet, a small begonia flower.

In Cui Wang’s storage ring, I don’t know when I have prepared many things for her.

“Mother Jin, Cui Wang disagrees.”

“You go by yourself, why rely on a man?”

Granny Jhin said, “Besides, you have the key yourself.”