Zhao Rong was in a dilemma, so he had no choice but to lean back gradually.

It's just that Xiao Qian'er used his eyes as a dressing mirror, and her delicate body leaning on him also leaned forward as Zhao Rong's body leaned back.

Ever since, at this moment, in a small corner of the roof, a scene like this appeared.

Zhao Rong leaned back, supporting the green tiles behind him with both hands, and gradually leaned back and flattened his body, while Xiao Qian'er was 'pressed' on Zhao Rong's body, and her small breasts seemed to be pressed against each other.

Zhao Qian'er looked like she was pushing Zhao Rong down.

The man is on top and the woman is on top...

Zhao Rong felt something was wrong, but he couldn't place it.

Zhao Qian'er stared into his eyes, and suddenly blew a breath of fragrant air on her pink lips, exhaling like orchid.

Zhao Rong felt the tip of his nose was slightly itchy, and what was even more itchy was the chest supported by her little hands, because the little girl's slender fingers had been quietly pressing...

"Brother Rong'er..."

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er's delicate voice was mixed with a cute nasal sound, soft and waxy.

It's very pleasant to listen to and makes people want to swallow it.

"...Is...little...little Qian'er pretty?"

The evening breeze, which was still noisy a second ago, seems to have become gentle.

Zhao Rong felt that the air was quiet at this time.

Is the 'good-looking' she asked about the 'good-looking' one?

Zhao Qian'er's eyes were bright, waiting for someone's answer. At the same time, whether intentionally or not, her delicate chin was slightly raised, and her slightly pouty pink lips were closer to the mouth she was looking forward to for a reply.

Zhao Rong was silent.

He looked at the little girl who looked like a juicy cabbage.

The next second, he nodded directly: "Of course it looks good. Whoever wears this purple flower looks good on whoever wears it. Qian'er also looks good on it, but the one who wears it best, needless to say, must be my wife."

Zhao Rong nodded and said in a serious tone, "I bought two purple flowers, and I will let Qingjun wear them later. Hey, why haven't you finished washing them?"

When he said this, he looked back decisively.

Well, Qingjun was indeed standing not far behind, stopping quietly.

She seemed to be waiting for Zhao Rong and Qian'er, who were in strange positions at this moment, to end their interaction.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong secretly said that he knew it, but there was a slightly surprised expression on his face, "Madam!"

He turned his head and said helplessly to Xiao Qian'er who opened her mouth slightly and said: "Qian'er, stop making trouble, you have seen enough in the mirror and get down quickly."

It was the first time for the little girl Xiafei to do this provocative thing, but she was still unwilling to give in and still wanted to cause trouble.

In just an instant, Zhao Rong moved.

He stood up quickly, and at the same time, he lifted Zhao Qian'er down who was pressing on him, ending the awkward position just now.

Zhao Rong left Xiao Qian'er, who had a somewhat sad look in his eyes, turned around and ran to Concubine Zhao Ling.

After taking a bath, the lady was seen wearing an elegant chest-length skirt of lotus green color. At this moment, her clothes and belt were fluttering in the evening breeze on the roof.

The cold moonlight fell on her equally cold and beautiful face, with an added meaning of separation.

It's just that this tearful woman who was supposed to be like the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace, whose pretty face was calm and the voice she spoke made her fall into the world of mortals.

"Brother Rong'er, have I disturbed you and Qian'er? Otherwise, I'll go down first."

Before Zhao Lingfei went up to the roof, for the sake of someone, and just because she was only showing it to someone at night, she deliberately did not have her hair tied up, but her hair was long to her waist, and her skirt was fluttering.

At this moment, she was also washing her face for someone. She picked up her black hair and tucked it behind her ears. She turned around and left without waiting for Zhao Rong to answer.

Zhao Rong was unwilling to let his wife leave, so he stretched out his hand and pulled her back.

He took a step forward, hugged this silly lady into his arms, raised his hand, and inserted another purple flower in her ear.

Zhao Rong hugged Qingjun, buried her pretty face in his chest on the left shoulder, and shook her gently, "You jealous little girl, you are not allowed to leave."

He paused and repeated: "You are not allowed to leave."

Zhao Rong had no extra explanation and clasped the fingers of his left hand with Zhao Lingfei.

At this time, Zhao Qian'er also bit her lip and walked up, grabbed her lady's other bare hand with her small hand, held it in her arms, and said with a small mouth:

"Stingy guy... we made an appointment when we were young, and the three of us will always be together. Well, even teasing Brother Rong'er won't work. Okay, okay. I won't tease Brother Rong'er anymore. Don't get jealous."

What do you call Doudou?

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Zhao Lingfei, whose side face was buried in Zhao Rong's chest, raised her head and couldn't help but argue: "I'm not jealous, I'm telling the truth..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at her with a look of disbelief.

"Pie girl, please give me a beating."

Zhao Lingfei raised her bare hands held by Zhao Rong, and together they went to knock the melon seeds on the little girl's head.

Zhao Rong laughed.

All of a sudden, three childhood sweethearts started playing and playing together.
Chapter completed!