The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

When Luo Qiaoyin rushed to Jiang's house, he was wondering what was going on and why they were so anxious so late at night.

There were only two words written on the letter: Urgent, come quickly!

She wanted to see what the urgent matter was.

"Wen Yue, what does your master want?" Luo Qiaoyin arrived at the Jiang family's door within a quarter of an hour, and Wen Yue was waiting at the door.

Wen Yue blushed, not knowing what to say, "Sister Qiao, you'll know when you go to the master's room..."

Luo Qiaoyin frowned, but did as she said and went directly to Jiang Yiheng's yard.

Wen Yue turned around and ordered the servants to boil water, muttering as she walked: "Yu Xun did a good thing this time. As a result, the relationship between the master and Sister Qiao has improved by leaps and bounds..."

She thought again, with such close contact, her master couldn't be keeping it in his heart and refusing to say anything, right?

I hope the master will seize the opportunity. If you miss this one, it may be difficult to find another chance to be honest with Sister Qiao in the future.

Luo Qiaoyin hurriedly opened the door, walked around the screen, his pupils shrank and his eyes widened.

She saw Jiang Yiheng's actions with a subtle look in her eyes.

Luo Qiaoyin realized something was wrong. This might not happen normally. Could it be that he had taken Chinese medicine?

Jiang Yiheng felt that every day was like a year, and it was too painful.

Her clothes were half-revealed, and her usually cold face was dyed red like rouge. When she heard the noise, her red eyes looked over and met Luo Qiaoyin's eyes. Jiang Yiheng turned his back subconsciously, not daring to look at her.

It's really shameful for him to look like this.

"Chinese medicine?" Luo Qiaoyin walked over and said slowly, then admired his increasingly red cheeks.

Good-looking people look good no matter what they do, and every move they make seems to be tempting.

Jiang Yiheng's eyes were filled with mist as he looked at her.

"Why are you closing your eyes? Did you call me over here just to see you close your eyes?" Luo Qiaoyin deliberately teased him.

Jiang Yiheng glared at her for the first time. She was already in that state, yet she still said this. It was obvious that she was teasing him.

Luo Qiaoyin whispered, causing Jiang Yiheng's face to turn even redder.

"Oh, I thought the Chinese medicine made you unable to speak. It's good that you can speak now. Later..." His voice sounded nice.

A hint of malice flashed across Luo Qiaoyin's eyes, and Jiang Yiheng had a bad feeling.

Jiang Yiheng hadn't expected that he and Luo Qiaoyin would be so intimate under such circumstances.

For a moment, he was both happy and jealous.

I'm happy that their relationship has taken a step forward, but I'm jealous that Luo Qiaoyin is so skilled.

When Jiang Yiheng thought of those two people, his heart ached, and when his feelings reached a peak, he revealed his feelings.

Luo Qiaoyin hummed a few times perfunctorily, which made Jiang Yiheng so angry that he bit her neck lightly.

The commotion lasted almost all night, and Jiang Yiheng was lying there unable to get up. Luo Qiaoyin called Wen Yue, who ordered the servants to carry the water in, and did not dare to cross the screen the whole time.

Luo Qiaoyin picked him up without complaint, threw him into the water, and washed him from head to toe.

"You're like bathing a pig." Jiang Yiheng muttered and complained.

"You say you are a pig?" Luo Qiaoyin laughed loudly.

Jiang Yiheng realized later that he had compared himself to a pig. When he heard her laughing at him, he angrily threw water at her.

"You are such a good guy, Jiang Yiheng, you dare to splash water on me? Come on, keep pouring." After pinching his vitals, Jiang Yiheng became obedient with a distorted expression.

Luo Qiaoyin rolled his eyes at him and said, "I've already given you a bath, what else do you want? Do you want to go to heaven?"

"I've never given anyone a bath." Luo Qiaoyin's words made Jiang Yiheng feel much better, with joy filling his eyes. He was the first one to do this, and he felt a little proud and happy.

Luo Qiaoyin was confused. A man's heart is like a needle in the sea, just like the weather in June, changing at any time.

After giving him a bath, I carried him back to bed.

Luo Qiaoyin washed himself with fresh warm water and confidently told him to move inside.

Jiang Yiheng thought she was leaving, but she actually stayed.

"I can't sleep in your bed? I'll serve you—mmmm..." Luo Qiaoyin didn't finish her words when Jiang Yiheng covered her mouth with his hand, "You sleep, you sleep."

Jiang Yiheng was still very shy. Things were progressing too quickly, and he became frank all of a sudden.

Luo Qiao Yin seemed much more relaxed, as if he was at home.

It was already this late, Luo Qiaoyin didn't want to rush back, so he just went to sleep.

Jiang Yiheng had his back to her, his ears were red, and his heart was beating fast.

Jiang Yiheng turned over and looked directly into the eyes of Luo Qiaoyin, who had her eyes open. He closed his eyes, trying to hide his mistake, and his face flushed.

Pretend to be asleep, then quietly turn over and try to turn your back.

But Luo Qiaoyin clamped his shoulders and he couldn't move.

"Aren't you tired? In that case, why don't you--" Luo Qiaoyin was dozing off and was awakened by Jiang Yiheng tossing and turning.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep now!" Jiang Yiheng's scalp tingled when he heard her speak. His waist was aching. If he did something like that again, he would be crippled.

Although he said he was sleeping, he didn't move at all. Even after Luo Qiaoyin's breathing became even and he fell into a deep sleep, he still couldn't fall asleep.

The physical fatigue made him want to sleep, but his mind was full of certain colorful images, and his restless heart kept beating wildly, so he couldn't fall asleep at all.

A slight smile appeared on Jiang Yiheng's face, which was always indifferent and cold. His greedy eyes lingered on Luo Qiaoyin's face, and he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

As I watched, my heart gradually calmed down and sleepiness came over me...

He slept until noon. Father Jiang hurried over, knocked on the door, pushed it open, walked around the screen, and met the two pairs of eyes on the bed. Father Jiang's eyebrows jumped and he said reflexively: "Oh - sorry to bother you, I'll go out now..."

Jiang's father, who had left, looked bewildered. He gradually realized who was in his son's room. He didn't see clearly. Should he push the door open again?