Qing Lingyi's cheeks flushed, but the smell of blood lingering in her nose was too strong, so she did not fall into Cheng Yang's trap.
She pursed her lips lightly and said, "You go take a shower first."
"Do you really not want to kiss me?"
"You..." Qing Lingyi said weakly, "you smell a little bit bad."
Cheng Yang smiled, "Okay, then I'll take a shower first."
He pinched her cheek and said in a deep voice, "Yeah, wait for me."
Qing Lingyi:! ! !
Cheng Yang went into the bathroom. Qing Lingyi's whole body was burning red. It took him a long time to move to the master bedroom.
Looking at the big bed, I didn't know why I didn't want to go there, so I turned around and sat on the pear blossom couch.
After sitting for a while, scenes of the two being intimate kept popping up in my mind.
His face was getting redder and redder, and his body was getting hotter and hotter.
She was a little at a loss and simply threw herself face down on the pear blossom couch.
Try to calm down your mind...
"What are you doing."
Cheng Yang's voice came from above his head, and he felt his butt being slapped at the same time.
Qing Lingyi quickly raised his head.
Cheng Yang was in front of the couch, bending slightly to look at her.
He put on his pajamas, and the skirts of his clothes were loose and spread out, revealing his strong and majestic body.
"Why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Cheng Yang said and patted her butt again.
Qing Lingyi became angry: "Stop hitting me!"
Cheng Yang drooped his eyelids, "I was wrong."
As he said that, he rubbed the place where he had just been slapped twice with his big palm, "It didn't hurt you, did it?"
Qing Lingyi was so ashamed and angry that she turned over and went inside to avoid him.
Cheng Yang sat down on the edge of the couch, looked around, and said thoughtfully: "So, um, you like to be on the couch, no wonder you don't have enough space on the bed."
He pulled off his pajamas.
"What are you doing!" Qing Lingyi was shocked.
Cheng Yang wanted to say "Do it", but the words were on his lips, but he swallowed them back.
He stopped and looked at her innocently: "Yeah, now I've taken a shower."
The implication could not be more obvious.
"I..." Qing Lingyi tried very hard to move her eyes away from his chest muscles and turned to his face, "Let me tell you something first."
"Whatever it is, you can talk about it."
Cheng Yang took off his pajamas and threw them on the ground.
Qing Lingyi was distracted for a moment and wondered if he was trying to play a subtle trick by wearing this pajamas in the first place.
Cheng Yang grabbed her ankle, lowered his head and kissed her toes.
Hot and itchy.
"Hmm, what do you want to tell me?" Cheng Yang asked.
Qing Lingyi bit her lower lip, "It's just...just an idea."
Cheng Yang's kiss was extremely pious, and a question of "huh?" came from his nose.
Qing Lingyi took a breath and tried her best to keep her tone calm, "I just said it casually. It's up to you to listen or not."
"good."
Cheng Yang responded and hooked his fingers on her belt.
Qing Lingyi hurriedly pressed the back of his hand.
Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows, "Not the second type?"
"I want to finish talking first. If I start, I won't be able to concentrate," she blushed, "but if you don't want to hear it, I don't have to say it."
She was deeply impressed. When she told him that something was wrong with Zhao Wanrong, he didn't trust her at all.
"I listen."
Cheng Yang stopped and smiled, "Yeah, you tell me."
Qing Lingyi took a deep breath and said, "I think if you want to get any information out of that traitor, torture will be useless. He is not afraid of death."
Cheng Yang suddenly frowned.
It really is.
He tortured Jiang Meng all afternoon, but he didn't utter a single word.
"Why do you say that?" Cheng Yang asked.
"Because he is worse than dead," Qing Lingyi said seriously, "Look, he was so badly burned and lame. He is living outside. It must be because Jiang Zhao no longer cares about his life or death, or even I want to kill him and silence him. Why is he hiding in Tibet? If it was just to survive, he could go far away, so why is he hiding in Suidu?"
Cheng Yang listened patiently.
"He didn't leave or commit suicide. He must have some belief or wish to live."
"Faith, or wish," Cheng Yang repeated, raising his eyes to look at her, "Hmm, what do you think it would be?"
"I am not sure."
Qing Lingyi twisted her eyebrows and thought, "There are many possibilities."
Cheng Yang suddenly asked: "Are you free tomorrow?"
Qing Lingyi tilted her head, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Yang smiled and said, "I want to ask you to help with the interrogation."
Qing Lingyi was surprised and pointed at herself: "Me?"
Cheng Yang nodded.
"But that's a traitor who got married. Isn't it appropriate for me to interrogate him?"
"Aren't you also a married man?"
Qing Lingyi was stunned.
Cheng Yang lowered his voice, "Is that okay, huh?"
The tone of discussion was a bit lazy.
Qing Lingyi felt numb.
Cheng Yang leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Or do I have to make you happy first before you agree?"
"I……"
Before Qing Lingyi could finish her words, she exclaimed and quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
"Yeah, we're at home. We're not afraid of others hearing it," Cheng Yang said unhurriedly, "I like to hear it too."
Qing Lingyi pretended not to hear this nonsense.
Even if you are at home, there are people outside the door!
Cheng Yang started.
In the dressing room of Shulin Garden, she felt nervous and had no deep feelings.
Now, on this pear blossom couch, everything is completely silent, magnifying all the senses infinitely.
"Husband... Cheng, Cheng Yang..."
Qing Lingyi couldn't help but call his name.
Cheng Yang couldn't answer, but he freed his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.
