Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

In the evening.

Shen Zhi Qiao stood at the door, carefully stroking his hair before pushing open the door. When he saw the moon-white clothes in front of the window, his eyes curved into a smile, and he happily rushed over to Shen Zhi, hugging him from behind, "Ah Jing, when did you come back?"

"…"

"Jing, have you had dinner yet?"

"…"

"Jing, I'm hungry."

"…"

Shen Zhi Qiao's lips twitched. He finally understood that this man was angry.

'Tsk! Did she, Shen Zhiqiao, offend some great deity in her previous life? Married to such a stingy man.'

She could guarantee that if she didn't admit her mistake today and told him the reason, he would turn into ice and freeze to death.

The little head that was resigned to his fate hung down, and rubbed coquettishly against his back in a variety of ways.

"Jing, I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay …"

"Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Her voice was clear as a spring.

When she felt his big hands on her waist, she raised her head and looked at him pitifully, "He shouldn't have left just because he stayed in the tent by himself, so he shouldn't have left without saying goodbye. Furthermore, he shouldn't have left because of this …" The warm piece of jade in her little hand was completely white, with the word "scenery" written clearly in the jade cloud, "You didn't even have the time to go back to the mansion for dinner, and you still made my Twilight Oba angry. It was my fault, I know my fault."

His voice became softer as he spoke, and the more he spoke, the more wronged he became.

Qi Mujing slightly knitted her eyebrows for a moment, the watery look in her eyes had already appeared before her eyes, and she was on the verge of collapse. Although she knew that this was only a small trick that he had taken pity on, she still didn't like the tears that were carried in her eyes. Her large hands caressed her pink face, and Qi Mujing sighed lightly, "Zhi'er, this time, I'll go over. From now on, I can't …"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Shen Zhi Qiao quickly took his hand and stuffed the jade in, saying anxiously, "Don't worry, I promise I won't do it again."

As Qi Mujing traced the fine lines on her jade-like face with her finger, she narrowed her eyes, "Zhi-er, change your words!"

Change their way?!

Shen Zhi Qiao was stunned for a moment before nodding his head, "Alright, Jing A Jing." In terms of wooden methods, the ones who were angered the most were the ones who did it.

Ye Zichen pouted. It was truly strange. Ever since he knew that oppa actually meant 'big brother', he never allowed her to call him oppa. He had even been angry at her for a long time for not changing her words.

"Hungry?" Qi Mujing kissed her slightly pouting red lips, her clear eyes stared at her charming red, and her voice was a little hoarse.

He rubbed his stomach and said honestly, "I'm hungry." Pausing for a second, she smiled mischievously, "Jing, I want to eat the green pepper bamboo shoots you made, the glutinous rice balls, the red-braised pork ribs, and the steamed carp …"

Qi Mujing smiled lightly, pointed at her nose and said, "Gluttony."

"Then is Ah Jing willing to do it?!" Shen Zhiqiao glared at him as if she would jump on him and bite him if he said no.

Qi Mujing laughed heartily. He leaned over and pecked her on the lips several times before taking her hand, "Ah Jing, you did as you were told …" The soft palm beneath her abdomen was somewhat rough, her handsome face slightly sunken, and her large hand suddenly exerted force.

"Mm …" Pain! Shen Zhi Qiao couldn't help but let out a sigh. However, he was afraid that the astute man beside him would discover the abnormality, so he hurriedly shivered.

Then, the man beside her suddenly let go of her hand, causing the air to freeze.

Shen Zhi Qiao's back was drenched in cold sweat. He bit his lips and didn't dare to look at him. He divided his thoughts and tried to think of a way to pass the situation.

Qi Mujing raised his eyebrows coldly, "Zhi'er, you know I don't like you lying."

It was an empty stone room filled with a cold and gloomy aura.

The well-built man, whose lower body was only covered by a thin layer of white underpants, faced the stone wall. He held a snake skin whip in one hand and hit the half-naked man's back with the whip.

His eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, as if the brutally beaten body were not his own. His teeth were tightly clenched, and even though the muscles on both sides of his face were twitching in pain, he held it in, not saying a word.

Suddenly, the door of the stone room was gently pushed open, and a gust of cold wind violently blew in. The man gripped the snake whip tightly with his fingers, while the muscles and bones on his back twitched continuously.

"Leng Yan, how many years have you been following me for?" The clear and cold voice carried a hidden rage.

Hearing that, Leng Yan stopped what he was doing and turned around. His hands hung at his sides and he respectfully lowered his head. "Replying to the Young Lord, six years."

"Do you know why I asked you to stay?"

"Replying Young Lord, protect Madam."

"Protect Madam?!" Qi Mujing slightly raised his voice and sneered, "Tell me, how did you protect my wife?!"

When he saw the clear streaks of blood on her small, delicate hands, he knew that she must have used the dance he had taught her.

Soaring Sky was the unique skill of the Qi Clan.

Six years ago, he had personally taught her, but she had insisted on it. Furthermore, he told her that she should not be used carelessly, much less be known by others.

Naturally, she agreed and was extremely happy. She practiced diligently every day. However, he was more than smart and lacked the qualifications. The trick is to learn, but every time you use it, it still hurts your hand.

Today he had asked her, and she had lied.

"…" Leng Yan tightened his lips, a hint of regret flashed across his cold face.

"Take this 100 Salt Whip as a warning." Qi Mujing said solemnly, "If there is a next time, you can leave my house!"

"Yes, Young Lord!"