"I want to eat that!" Xuan Mingche pointed to the dishes on the table and ordered.

Qiao Yiqing was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She held the chopsticks and clenched it hard, and suddenly stuffed it into Xuan Mingche's mouth.

Xuan Mingche reached out to grab her evil claws, pushed away the chopsticks, and said coldly: "Are you feeding pigs?"

"How can you compete with pigs?" Qiao Yiqing glanced at him angrily.

Xuan Mingche's eyes twitched, too lazy to be angry with her, and there were so many ways to punish her.

Immediately, he pointed to another dish, "Pick me up eight cents of tofu."

Qiao Yiqing was so angry that she took a deep breath, her whole face twisted: "What did you say? You asked me to pick up eight cents of tofu??"

"Well, is there any problem?" Xuan Mingche looked at her calmly, without feeling ashamed of her sarcastic and mean face.

"You think my hands are weighing, and you can weigh eight coins for you to start over."

"If work is as simple as you think, you won't be complaining about hard work. Why don't you catch it?" Xuan Mingche made up his mind to cause trouble for her.

Who told her to be angry with her? A slave on the left and a slave on the right made him angry. He simply let her taste the taste of a slave.

Qiao Yiqing stared at her eyes, held her anger, inserted it hard into the dish plate, gritted her teeth and picked up a piece of tofu, and handed it to Xuan Mingche.

"Are you sure this is eight cents?" Xuan Mingche looked at Tofu half-believingly and asked with a skeptical look.

Qiao Yiqing was furious and threw away her chopsticks and said angrily: "You don't like to eat, I don't like to serve you!"

Xuan Mingche raised his eyebrows and his cold expression was as usual: "Okay, since you don't want to pick up food for me, then change your life."

After saying that, he placed his legs on the chair next to him and patted his thighs: "Come on."

Seeing this, Qiao Yiqing was so shocked that she took a step back and said cautiously: "What are you going to do?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Xuan Mingche was amused by Qiao Yiqing's surprised expression, and then he patiently asked.

"Master Xuanshi, please respect yourself. Your servants will not be blessed to save you." Qiao Yiqing glanced at him from a high point, as if she was very disgusted.

Xuan Mingche smiled and stared at her meaningfully.

In love, this girl thought he wanted her to sit on her thighs.

She is too self-indulgent.

"You think beautifully. I asked you to beat your legs. What do you think?"

Xuan Mingche's words exposed Qiao Yiqing's thoughts, making her blush with embarrassment.

"Go and go - who wants to beat your legs?" Qiao Yiqing looked at him without any hesitation.

"Master's order, the palace maid dares to disobey!" Xuan Mingche angrily scolded, making Qiao Yiqing helpless.

"Okay, pound your legs, right?" Qiao Yiqing nodded in anger, walked forward quickly, punched Xuan Mingche in the leg, and asked with a pretend smile, "Master Xuan Shi, what do you think of this strength?"

Xuan Mingche held the pain, stared at her and glared at her.

She's so cruel.

Seeing Xuan Mingche enduring the pain, Qiao Yiqing was in a good mood instead and punched her in the leg again: "Is it so cool if I don't speak? Since that's the case, I'll give you a few more punches."

As he said that, Qiao Yiqing took a step back and began to stretch her waist, swing her arms and rub her legs, making Xuan Mingche confused.

"What are you doing?"

Qiao Yiqing glanced at him: "I am afraid that the warm-up exercise before pounding my legs is not strong enough to meet the needs of Master Xuanshi."

Xuan Mingche was sweating coldly when he heard this.

The two punches just now still hurt slightly, and she still needs to warm up and do a few more punches. She really wants to murder her husband!

Qiao Yiqing finished warm-up exercises under Xuan Mingche's timid gaze. She took a deep breath here, swung her arms round, and smashed them into her crotch.

Xuan Mingche's pupils dilated in shock. As his fist was about to fall to his life, he reached out to grab Qiao Yiqing's fist and pulled it into his arms.

Qiao Yiqing threw herself into a full mind.

Xuan Mingche breathed in fear and said in a deep voice: "You are so cruel. Are you not afraid of being a widow?"

Qiao Yiqing was pressed into his arms, and she had difficulty breathing. After struggling for a few times, she said depressedly: "I have no relationship with Master Xuan Shi, so how can I say that I am a widow?"

"If it's sour again, can't you talk to me well?" Xuan Mingche was defeated by her. Now she finally had time to be alone, but she had this attitude.

"I have nothing to say!" Qiao Yiqing refused toughly.

Xuan Mingche was so angry that he picked her up and made her look in his eyes: "Since there is nothing to say, I'll do something that will give you something to say."

As he said that, Xuan Mingche suddenly kissed her lips, opened her mouth to swallow it, and her tongue pressed against her teeth in a regular manner, sucking and tossing hard, making Qiao Yiqing panting.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm--" Qiao Yiqing slapped Xuan Mingche's chest and struggled hard.

Xuan Mingche's intense kiss did not give her a chance to breathe, and she vented her recent longing without hesitation.

Damn woman, his heart was broken.

Qiao Yiqing is his disaster, a hurdle that he cannot overcome. His whole heart is tied to her and fluctuates with her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

After kissing for a long time, Qiao Yiqing fell limp and then Xuan Mingche stopped and let go of his slightly red and swollen lips.

Qiao Yiqing had no strength to get angry at this time, and she collapsed in his arms and panted continuously, but she had not recovered for a long time.

This is not a kiss, Xuan Mingche's attitude was about to swallow her whole body.

Xuan Mingche caressed her flushed face due to lack of oxygen and couldn't help but smell it.

Qiao Yiqing pushed away his face angrily and said angrily: "This is really the hardest work I have ever done."

Xuan Mingche chuckled when she heard this, touched her lips with heartache, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I hurt you with kisses."

"You are not kissing, it's obviously biting, you are a mad dog in heat!" Qiao Yiqing pounded him with soft fists.

Qiao Yiqing's charming look was in Xuan Mingche's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved. Her eyes dimmed and she called out in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing--"

When Qiao Yiqing heard this, she raised her eyes sensitively.

This look is so familiar, and it looks like this before eating her every time!

She was startled and struggled to rub from his arms.

Xuan Mingche didn't give her a chance to get up at all, so she picked her up in the waist and walked towards the bedroom.

"Hey, let me down, let me down!" Qiao Yiqing looked a little panicked and screamed.

"Shh, whisper, do you want to make trouble so that everyone knows you are serving tonight?" Xuan Mingche teased a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Yiqing was in tears and was so angry that she beat his chest: "You bastard, you have demoted me to a palace maid, you still want to provoke me."

"You just said that you are a palace maid who does hard work. Now this job is exhausting and is just right for you."

"You lustful wolf!" Qiao Yiqing glared and roared.
Chapter completed!