Chapter 222: Jerk! What's so great about having a girlf

ything." The white-haired old man nodded in approval."That coral bead...""Of course it belongs to you. Here, girl, take it." Under the envious and hateful gazes of the crowd, Su Qingying smiled and to..."Ying'er, was it you who just said that there are countless men in the world, and that they should all be replaced by this King"

At last, the light bulb was gone, hindering nothing. Jun Li's night repaired his slender and fair fingers, gently lingering on her delicate eyebrows and eyes. His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, a few points lower, and his eerie blood-red eyes unconsciously covered with a layer of hazy desire, seductive and captivating.

Su Qingying swallowed nervously and retreated silently, her eyes darting around evasively as she searched for an opportunity to escape. "Um, what You must have heard wrong...Damn it! Jun Liye, what are you taking your clothes off for"

"Messy!" With a long arm, Jun Liye directly lifted her up and pressed her against his legs. He patted her buttocks with a heavy yet not forceful hand, the sound of "pa pa pa" was extremely crisp.

"Damn you! You little punk! You dare hit this old lady's butt! I'll castrate you!" After a brief moment of stunned silence, Su Qingying suddenly reacted and struggled desperately to climb off his legs. Unfortunately, the devil was holding her down tightly, making it impossible to move.

Su Qingying clenched the bed sheet tightly with both hands, her whole body was about to explode with anger!

Did you neuter him

Jun Li Ye Yao's heterochromatic eyes narrowed, his long brow arched mischievously, his voice laced with danger, "Hmm Ying'er, it seems you miss the Spring Palace's Seventy-Two Styles. This husband wouldn't mind helping you recall them properly!"

“My dearest Xiaoyey, I was wrong. I admit my mistake, doesn't that count for something!” Su Qingying’s face paled in fright, on the verge of tears. She wished she could bite off her own tongue.

Why did she tell Junliye about the 72 postures of the Spring Palace in the first place Now look! She's dug herself a hole!

Upon hearing this, the thin red lips curled up slightly, and Jun Liye chuckled and spit out two words with a smile, "Too late!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a violent shaking sound came from the bed frame...

"Holy crap! This is too intense! Couldn't they wait until we were farther away to start" The three of them, who hadn't even gotten far yet, listened to the fierce battle inside the house, each blushing furiously like cooked shrimp, their whole bodies trembling with anxiety.

Xuan Yuan Rong Fei's face was flushed red, she couldn't stand it anymore and was about to leave when suddenly her feet felt light as if being carried. Shangguan Jing Hong had unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his embrace.

She gasped, her face flushed, and glared at him. "Ah! Jing Hong, what are you doing"

"Fire it up!" With desire surging in her eyes, Shangguan Jinghong embraced her and strode back to the room, leaving Zhao Tianyu alone in the cold wind, his figure scattered and disheveled.

"Damn it! Both of them are so obsessed with girls! What the hell! Assholes, being in a relationship is such a big deal Have they even considered how I, a single dog, feel" Zhao Tianyu's eyes turned red, filled with resentment and jealousy.

He hugged himself with pity, and suddenly felt that the world was full of deep hostility towards single dogs.

Thinking of Su Ziyi, who was in the far East Yue and whom he avoided like a ghost, his eyes welled up with tears. He felt utterly desolate and had an intense urge to cry.

Oh, his road to winning her back is long! I wonder when he'll finally be able to marry the woman of his dreams

After a long period of melancholy and sadness, Zhao Tianyu wrapped himself tighter in his clothes, prepared his carriage, and drove towards the palace.

He couldn't stand being at this dog abuse scene any longer. It was better to go to the palace and keep his old father company than to be mercilessly force-fed dog food. He needed to persuade his father beforehand.

He held onto Su Qingying almost all night, until it was nearly dawn that Jun Liye finally let her go.

After dressing her, Jun Li gently tucked in the blanket for her at night. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a deep kiss on her forehead before leaving hastily while it was still not fully light outside.

Su Qingying was tossed and turned all night, so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids. She didn't know when Jun Liye left, and she slept soundly until dawn.

Chang Princess's Mansion, Zhao Ruqing's bedroom.

"Young Master, you can't go in." Ling'er stood outside Zhao Ruqing's bedroom door, stopping Jun Liye who was walking straight towards it. She wouldn't let him step into Zhao Ruqing's room, no matter what he said.

"I'm truly concerned about Qing’er's injuries. I just wanted to personally deliver this bowl of ginseng soup to her. Why can't she come in" Jun Liye's icy long eyebrows furrowed tightly, he raised the bowl of ginseng soup in his hand and looked at Ling'er with an incomprehensible gaze, his voice laced with obvious coldness.

LING'er stood before him, refusing to budge an inch, and stammered, "This... Sir, please don't make it difficult for a lowly servant. The princess is not convenient at the moment, sir, perhaps you should return."

“Qing'er refuses to see me. Could she still be angry about my rash actions today” Jun Rong’s handsome face was etched with self-blame and guilt. Jun Liye pursed her lips, retreating as if advancing, handing the ginseng soup in her hand to Ling'er. “Sigh, forget it. Since Qing'er won't see me, I'll leave. This bowl of ginseng soup, you can do with it as you please.”

After finishing his words, he turned and left dejectedly.

Inside, Zhao Ruqing heard Jun Liye's self-blame and desolate voice, her heart ached unbearably. She suppressed the backlash of the golden cicada gu with all her might and ran out without hesitation, anxiously explaining —

"Night Brother! No, Qing'er has never resented you. Don't misunderstand."

"Qing'er, do you truly not blame me" Jun Liye stopped his steps, lowered his eyes to look at her, his thin lips lightly pursed.

“Hmm, I’ll never blame Brother Ye.” Having left ahead of schedule, Zhao Ruoqing's face was now as pale as death, with a faint aura of gloom hanging about her brows. Her smile seemed mechanical and stiff, far from natural.

With sharp eyes, he saw something writhing in the veins under her neck. Jun Liye's gaze flickered, suppressing the nausea in his heart, and said softly, "Qing'er, I have something to tell you."

"It's cold outside, Brother Ye. Why don't you come to my room first and talk" Zhao Ruqing's heart fluttered with excitement, her cheeks flushed a delicate red. She shyly stole a glance at him, her heartbeat racing. Her meaning was clear as day.

Looking at her blushing face that was so awkward to behold, Jun Liye's thin lips unconsciously pressed tighter. He endured and endured, almost unable to hold back a slap that would send her flying to the heavens.

Jun Liye silently nodded and followed behind her, entering the room.

"What is Brother Ye trying to tell me" After closing the door slightly, Zhao Ruoqing sat across from him, gazing at him with affection.

A flash of disgust crossed her eyes, but Jun Liye couldn't bear to look straight at her. She averted her head, opening and closing her mouth several times before, after a fierce mental battle, she managed to squeeze out, "Qing'er, will you marry me"

"Night, Night Gege, are you going to marry me!" Zhao Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened with ecstatic joy, her heart pounding wildly.

She didn't notice the fleeting disgust and sarcasm on his face, nor did she pay attention to the harshness in his tone. She simply thought he was embarrassed and shy.

"Well, even though I can't offer you anything right now, Qing'er, would you..." Jun Li's gaze drifted towards the door, avoiding hers. His hand under the table clenched tightly, the veins on his back bulging, revealing the immense restraint he was struggling with. studying them intently. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water.Xiao Fuzi rushed in from outside the hall, her face plastered with white powder, etched with terror. Her tongue was...