Star Iron, but the amount of animation

"The leader of the Seven Heavenly Generals of the Imperial Bow, Marshal Yunqi, Hua."

Jingliu Jingyuan spoke one sentence at a time, which made the young man a little confused for a moment.

"No, where did you hear the news? Why am I the only one who doesn't know anything? I haven't asked for leave recently, so what's going on?"

"I think it's because the two of us couldn't sleep during the meeting."

Jing Yuan felt that he had been tactful enough.

"Haha, anyone who can sit and listen for 30 seconds without falling asleep is a god. It's so boring and long, a bunch of nonsense. I strongly suggest that Shen Ce Mansion add a function to skip the plot!"

"Rejected." Jing Yuan shook his head: "I suggest you skip the kitchen and try to skip your own life as soon as possible."

"You're invincible kid."

An Jing laughed, closed his eyes, fell into the chair and no longer reacted.

Jingliu looked at Jingyuan silently.

"It seems he really jumped over it."

The girl finished speaking and looked at the time again.

"It seems like it's time to go to work."

Jing Yuan looked at Jing Liu.

"Wake him up?"

The woman said nothing.

"Carry it over?"

She looked at the boy and still said nothing.

"...Shouldn't we have today off?"

Jingyuan asked uncertainly.

Jingliu finally turned his gaze to the girl, but the meaning in his eyes made Jingyuan suddenly feel something was wrong.

"...Master, you would never do such a thing as abandoning your poor apprentice, would you?"

The woman still didn't speak.

Jing Yuan gradually understood everything.

"Impossible! If you don't go, then I won't go either! If you don't take me with you, I will make a scene!"

She was about to jump up, but the next moment she felt her intuition being suppressed by a hand, and the biting cold made her shiver.

"Your uncle and I are not good at writing, but the Shen Ce Mansion can still handle it without us. But you are different. You are born to do this job."

Jingliu's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, but it also made Jingyuan feel more chilled than ever before.

"You've grown up. You're no longer at the age to act like a spoiled brat. So, be good and don't let General Teng Xiao down. Go now."

The woman personally escorted Jingyuan into the house, helped her tidy up her clothes, and put on her safety pants again. She then personally escorted her out of the house, turned into the yard, and locked the door.

She moved the stone block that Jingyuan had moved earlier back to its original position, swept up the fallen leaves with a broom, walked into the house, went to the bedroom first to get a thin white nightgown, and then took a shower.

Jingliu changed out of the battle dress she had been wearing yesterday and put on a nightgown. She didn't wear a headband, and three thousand silver threads hung vertically, with the lower end almost touching her hips.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought that her hair might be a little long. It would only need to be waist-length, which was her favorite length.

The woman found a pair of scissors and a comb, walked out of the room, went to the lounge chair in the yard, and looked down at the boy.

"stand up."

She called softly.

Of course the boy didn't react.

He always sleeps soundly.

Jing Liu looked at the sleeping face of his beloved, and inexplicable emotions seemed to surge up, stirring up waves of desire.

She reached out her hand, touched his cheek with her fingertips, and then slid them.

Tip of the nose, lips, eyebrows, and hair.

Everywhere is touched, everywhere is remembered.

The woman took a deep breath. Perhaps because she had just finished taking a shower, even the breath she exhaled seemed to have extra warmth, just like her rosy and tender skin.

This recliner is so big that it can easily accommodate Jing Yuan’s physique, let alone a teenager lying on it.

The remaining space on both sides of his body seemed to be just enough to accommodate her, neither too wide nor too narrow, just right.

So, Jingliu naturally lay down, lying on his side, looking at the boy's profile.

Volume 1: Chapter 114: Too lazy to move, just pull it out yourself.

When Jingyuan came back, it was already the afternoon before 3 p.m.

The door to the yard was naturally closed. She tried to open it, but found it was locked.

"..."

The girl frowned and tutted.

She already had a guess in her mind.

Oh, what kind of shameful thing happened that would cause you to lock the door?

There won't be any stupid thieves in this area who would think of doing something stupid.

Of course Jingyuan brought the key, but he still felt unhappy.

I've been working like a slave in the Shen Ce Mansion, and you two are running a brothel at home, and you even kicked me out. Is there any law in this? !

It’s simply heartless!

She unlocked the door, pushed it open, walked in, and closed it behind her.

Take a closer look.

The girl sneered.

Two old guys who don't respect their elders.

You keep talking about her this and that every day, but in the end, aren't you playing even bigger games yourself?

She hasn't even tasted it outside the house.

Look at this land, the flowers and plants have grown so much out of nowhere, and she will have to trim them when the time comes.

The recliners were broken!

Jingyuan walked forward and kicked the broken recliner on the ground.

Pity.

She quite likes this recliner.

The boy often lay on it, and sometimes when he lay on it, it felt as if he was lying next to him.

Squatting down, the girl examined the pile of parts.

Okay.

It's just that a few connecting parts are falling apart. The recliner itself is made of good materials, so it should be usable again after some repairs.

Okay, now, let her come and see where those two bastards went.

The door of the house was still unlocked, so Jingyuan pushed it open and walked in.

The main house seemed to be the same as when she left, with no signs of being damaged.

But the girl did not relax.

Because the familiar smell in the air became stronger and stronger.

I could actually smell it in the yard, but it was much fainter.

Groovy...after having a great fight in the field, let's go inside for a second fight, right?

Jing Yuan sneered.

Come on, let me see how ugly you are!

She searched the house aggressively.

Kitchen, no.

Her own bedroom, no.

Mirror flow, no.

There is no An Jing one either.

So, as a matter of course, she stood in front of the closed bathroom door.

The movements of B inside completely confirmed her guess.

There was a forced smile on his face and Jing Yuan was not in a hurry to go in.

She first pulled off the black safety pants over the pantyhose and threw them aside, then loosened the buttons and straps on her body and took off her little black boots.

Don’t ask what it’s for. Asking is a sign of respect for the word bathroom.

He flung the door open and saw the two betrayers making love in the bathtub.

"Yo?"

The young man was not at all panicked by being caught cheating, and even raised his eyebrows with interest: "It's afternoon already?"

"Yes."

Jing Yuan sneered and closed the door again to prevent the mess that had already passed her feet from flowing out. She walked to the bathtub, put her hands on her hips and looked down at the two of them condescendingly.

"You guys are so busy that you don't even have time to watch it."

"more or less."

On him, the disheveled woman gritted her teeth. The unfamiliar voice in front of her barely allowed her to regain some of her already scattered consciousness, and she slapped the boy's arm in dissatisfaction.

"Hurry up... pull it out!"

The originally cold voice was now filled with uncontrollable tremors, making it particularly charming.

"I'm too lazy to move, so I pull it out myself."

An Jing supported the wall of the bathtub with one arm, supported his cheek with his right fist, and spoke lazily.

Jingliu felt the gaze from Jingyuan from top to bottom and felt extremely ashamed. She gritted her teeth to prevent any strange sound from coming out of her mouth. She raised her hands weakly, placed them on a board of the wooden barrel, and began to exert force.

This is undoubtedly a difficult process.

It is undoubtedly a process that cannot be described in detailed language.

Jing Yuan looked at the bulge that had almost disappeared by half, and suddenly a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She suddenly took a few steps forward, her abdomen pressed against the wall of the barrel.

His figure blocked out the sunlight, casting a shadow on Jing Liu's face, who raised his head with a slightly confused look.

Looking at Jing Yuan's expression, the woman vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"You...what do you do?"

Jing Yuan chuckled and said nothing.

She simply put her hand on Jingliu's shoulder, and as the latter's eyes gradually became a little shocked and angry, she pressed down hard.

“How dare you, traitor?!————Ah, ah——hiss——hmm~~~~”

The girl looked at her master's expression at this moment, and the resentment she felt for being kicked out of the house in the morning suddenly dissipated.

Although I know I will be treated badly afterwards.

But I will dare to do it again next time.

Jing Yuan laughed wildly, turned over and jumped into the bucket.

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