Another good sentence? What does he mean?

To stay? Not to stay? Alas, it’s almost the fault of this red headband, otherwise, she would have raised her head to see what Mo Liancheng’s expression was now. Qu Tan’er was guessing what she was thinking. She simply disliked this move,

If you don't fall into the trap after offering a glass of wine, then you can only use the last trick. This last trick is quite vicious, so she has to fall for it too!

Unexpectedly, a surprise came. Mo Liancheng asked lightly: "Don't you regret that I left this door?"

"My husband, go slowly, I won't see you off."

Mo Liancheng fluttered his sleeves and left. Before leaving, his eyes glanced at a corner at the end of the bed.

After a while.

"My sweetheart, are you still there?" Qu Tan'er asked tentatively.

There was silence in the room, no one answered.

"No need to call, your sweetheart has already left." Su Yuela walked into the new house and closed the door. She sent away all the maids outside.

"Hey, that's pretty good." When Qu Tan'er heard this, he reached out and pulled the red scarf covering his head. Suddenly, his smile rose, and he quickly took off all the phoenix crowns and other things on his head. This thing is too

They were so heavy that the pressure made her head feel dizzy. If she hadn't held on with force, she would have thrown them off long ago.

She stood up from the bed, sat down at the vermilion sandalwood table, glanced at the two bottles of sake on the table, shook her head, and muttered: "Oh, it's such a pity that my wine was wasted on me.

His money was wasted, and the medicine I specially gave him was wasted. What a pity."

After speaking, she took two glasses of wine to a bonsai in the room and poured them.

Qu Tan'er said again: "Jing Xin, you can come out now."

"Little... Master." Jing Xin walked out from the corner behind the bed with a long knife in his hand and a murderous look on his face.

"Jing..." Qu Tan'er wanted to say something, but when he saw Jing Xin's condition, his eyebrows just wrinkled: "Ahem, Jing Xin, the knife must be very heavy, you can put it down.

"

"Tan'er, are you trying to murder the Eighth Prince?" Su Yuela looked at the knife in Jing Xin's hand in disbelief, then glanced at the smile on Qu Tan'er's face, her scalp felt numb.

"That's right, killing someone means you have to pay for your life. I don't want to lose one life for another. That would be a big loss." Qu Tan'er pointed her slender hand in the direction of the top of the bed: "See, I only want the one on the top of the bed.

Just drop the thing." In order to avoid the bridal chamber, she thought hard and thought of several tricks.

The last trick is water spray!

No matter how intense his desire is, if he is showered with ice water, the man will lose interest.

Qu Tan'er is also somewhat self-aware.

I know that although the moves I want are not on the table, they are better than none.

"Tan..." Yue La was speechless.

"Don't worry, no one will die. Besides, I won't have a chance to use it." Qu Tan'er shrugged, looking indifferent.

"You really don't regret doing this?" Yue La really didn't understand what was going on in her head. Shouldn't a married woman do everything possible to get her husband's favor?

"Won't."

"There is nothing wrong with having power and status."

"not good."

"Why?"

"No reason. I just don't like it." Su Yuela's doubts have never been doubts for Qu Tan'er, and she has always had only one goal, freedom, the freedom she longs for... Well, the point is
Chapter completed!