Chapter 18 Promise Ⅱ
"Yao'er, I feel more comfortable now! I didn't have that strong desire just now … I want you! But I… I still think. I really want that. And just now. That … Just now … If that's the case…" Ye Weiyang hugged her delicate body that was as soft as a feather, speaking incoherently with a reddened face.
"You - you want it, you continue, I - I'm going to sleep … Phew, phew …" Feng Zhiyao was furious when she heard this. What do you mean more comfortable? He was simply very comfortable, okay?! He actually wanted a few more rounds with her? Did he think she was an invincible woman?
Sweat! Sweat! Then she might as well go to sleep.
"Yao'er …" Seeing her fall asleep, Ye Weiyang looked speechlessly at "Little Weiyang". Her face was full of black lines, and he … What was he to do now?
It was another early morning when he woke up. The bright sunlight outside the window had long since shone through the window and into the room.
Feng Zhiyao wanted to turn over, but she felt a small porcelain bottle close to her little butt.
Out of reflex, she nimbly grabbed onto the small porcelain bottle, wanting to throw down her embroidered bed.
"Ah, Yao'er, do you want to murder your husband?" Ye Weiyang painfully slapped away her delicate hand.
"My husband? You? Aren't you my bodyguard? You. Why are you sleeping beside me? " Feng Zhiyao drowsily looked at him, her face full of shock. After she recalled, she started to play dumb in the next second.
When Ye Weiyang heard Feng Zhiyao's words, the corner of her mouth twitched. Wasn't it her intention that he could sleep by her side? Had she not given him the strange thing herself?
"Yao'er? My wife? Did you really forget the fact that you ate me last night? " Ye Weiyang stared at her little face, gnashing his teeth as he asked. Dammit, this woman's hand strength is really great, his "little Weiyang" shouldn't be wasted by her!
"Did I?" Ah, of course she remembered. Last night, she had indeed placed medicine in the mung bean frozen sand she had fed him. After that, his medicine took effect, and he and she did it!
"Yes!" Ye Weiyang nodded affirmatively.
Feng Zhiyao slightly narrowed her eyes, looking at him under the silk brocade. He had a broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which could be said to be a perfect body with a golden ratio. Oh, she was really lucky last night, but when she thought about the pain she was still feeling under her body, she couldn't help but fiercely looked at him and even kicked him.
The silk brocade on her body quietly slid down. This time, it fell on top of the white pigeon. That sparkling and translucent luster was like a baby's skin, causing Ye Weiyang's adam's apple to unconsciously slide.
"Yao'er, you were so bad. You were so charming last night, how could you be as fierce as a yaksha now!" This difference in treatment made Ye Weiyang furrow his brows. He was thinking, if he and her were to get married in the future, would she kick him every morning?
"Hey, who are you calling a yaksha? If you have the guts, say it again!" Feng Zhiyao kicked him again, this time with even more force.
"Wife … Wife … I… I don't dare to…" Ye Weiyang recalled that his master wanted him to listen to Yao'er. Now that Yao'er was his woman, he should have the right to call her his wife.
"Does it hurt?" She asked if he hurt when she kicked him.
"It doesn't hurt! Because you are my wife!" His beautiful and deep eyes looked at her, and a trace of a doting smile appeared on his beautiful lips.
Feng Zhiyao didn't expect Ye Weiyang to beg her for mercy. He even called her wife after he begged for mercy!
When she heard this, her bright eyes sparkled as she thought to herself, wasn't her strength just a little too strong? At this moment, she felt a little guilty.
"Ye Weiyang, you're not allowed to call me wife! Because I will not marry to you!" Feng Zhiyao immediately regained her composure, waved her arms and corrected him.
"My wife, do you dislike my identity?" Ye Weiyang raised his head slightly, and what he saw was the scene that would make one's nose bleed. Her exquisite figure, her graceful figure, her graceful and delicate skin, and her pair of lotus arms dancing in the air.
"I said, don't call me wife! Why are you still yelling?" Feng Zhiyao climbed off the embroidered bed, took a set of clean clothes from the wardrobe and put them on.
"Why are you still looking at me? Get up quickly! Have you forgotten your master's order? " She still remembered that old man Ye Canghai had told Ye Weiyang to listen to her! So she winced and urged him to get up.