Ye Qing's eyelashes trembled.
The sourness that was finally suppressed surged up again.
"I'm sorry..." Ye Qingluo bit her lip, feeling the warmth of the man, "I made you worry."
Di Moxuan circled the person in his arms, and glanced at another figure kneeling on the ground in the darkness: "Go down and receive the punishment yourself."
"Yes." Ah Feng cupped his fists and stood up immediately.
He didn't even have the slightest intention of defending himself.
"Wait." Ye Qing uttered a voice, stopping A Feng's footsteps.
Ye Qingluo poked his head out of Di Moxuan's arms, and looked up at the man: "I asked Ah Feng to say it, so we can't blame him."
Emperor Mo Xuan frowned slightly.
Ye Qingluo raised her wet fingers and pinched his face: "Ah Feng listened to me, which means he is smart and knows our family, who is in charge, who has the final say!"
As she spoke, she curled her mouth proudly, raised her eyebrows, and squeezed his face tightly pretending to be aggressive: "I'm in charge, and I have the final say. Do you have any objections?"
"No." Di Moxuan stretched his eyebrows, with a doting smile in his eyes.
The words "our family" and "head of the family" softened Di Moxuan's heart.
"If you have no objection, then listen to me." Ye Qingluo let go of his face, still very gentle, and rubbed the pinched place.
Immediately, he looked at Afeng: "There is no need to receive a penalty, prepare hot water for me."
"Yes." Afeng was very knowledgeable about current affairs, so he didn't ask Emperor Moxuan whether he should listen to Ye Qingluo or not.
Because he knows it better than anyone else.
As long as it is what the mistress said.
Lord Emperor Zun is absolutely 100% obedient.
There is no need to ask Lord Regal for instructions at all.
Um…
It is true that the mistress is in charge of the house, and the mistress has the final say!
Since having the mistress.
They, a group of Dharma protectors, all understood a truth.
It doesn't matter if you offend Lord Regal.
As long as you please the mistress, that is the gold medal for avoiding death!
"I've prepared hot water, I'll carry you there." Di Moxuan hugged her and walked out of the room.
A Feng who was abandoned in the room: "..."
Lord Regal's possessiveness is really terrifying.
Even the bath water is unwilling to pass through other people's hands.
Could it be...
Lord Dizun is planning to burn the bath water for the rest of his life, Lord Mother
...
Being carried by Di Moxuan all the way to another room.
Ye Qingluo could clearly hear "tick tock", the sound of water drops falling to the ground.
She has a feeling of mess in the wind.
She just fell asleep for two days and two nights and woke up.
Why is it like soaking in water
Ye Qingluo was carried to the chair next to the barrel and sat down.
The chair was upholstered.
The man began to scoop up water and adjust the water temperature.
In dim light.
Di Moxuan's tall and hazy face.
Ye Qingluo watched his every move.
There is an indescribable touch and warmth in my heart.
This man, in the eyes of outsiders, is lofty, dignified and elegant.
But in front of her.
Willing to bow her head and do anything for her.
Do her laundry.
Serve her in the bath.
Boil her bath water.
etc…
All kinds of things are things that others dare not even think about.
There is simply no way to connect the two together.
He was willing to do it for her.
Looking at the man, when he tested the water temperature and picked her up.
Ye Qingluo wrapped his hands around his neck, and his long and narrow eyes showed evil arcs: "Ah Xuan, you just finished taking a bath, and I got dirty again, what should you do?"
Di Moxuan hugged her and put her into the barrel.
With one hand, he untied the sticky robe on her body.
A hoarse voice floated into her eardrums: "Of course, you are responsible."