Quick Wear Peace

"How come I don't know?"

Fu Guanbao put the things on the table into the box according to An Ning's instructions.

Looking at Fu Guanbao's careless actions, An Ning couldn't help but say, "Be careful."

"I understand." Fu Guanbao nodded, opened the box that An Ning mentioned, and put the things in.

Just when I was about to say something, I suddenly remembered why I should listen to her.

With a 'bang' the box was slammed shut.

An Ning turned around in confusion, not quite understanding what Fu Guanbao was doing again.

"what happened?"

"Now you are my wife, you should serve me."

Fu Guanbao sat on the bed with his hands supporting his back, one leg raised, a smug smile on his face.

"Take off your shoes now, young master."

The commanding tone made An Ning sneer.

"You want me to take off your shoes?"

An Ning approached Fu Guanbao slowly with a smile on her face, her tone so gentle that it seemed to melt water.

But beneath the gentle water was a dense mass of danger. Fu Guanbao didn't hear it at all. He closed his eyes and stared at An Ning who was serving him.

Rouyi's small hands looked particularly white under the black shoes, but the person in front of her who could admire her didn't close his eyes.

With a slight effort, he lifted Fu Guanbao up and he fell on the bed. Fu Guanbao rubbed his head which had just hit the bed and raised his head angrily. He was so nervous that he didn't notice the danger on An Ning's face at all.

"How did you learn this in your own family? You can't even serve your husband well."

Fu Guanbao's eyes were about to burst into flames.

An Ning smiled slightly. There was an exquisite box on the dressing table. She opened the box and took out a purple whip from it.

"My husband, I will use what I learned at my mother's house to serve you well."

With his eyes narrowed, he kept stretching the whip in his hand, and the sound of the taut whip kept echoing in Fu Guanbao's ears.

Fu Guanbao was not afraid at all. He did not believe that An Ning really wanted to hurt him. He straightened his chest, stared at An Ning, and raised the corners of his lips, "You...ah--"

Fu Guanbao kept rubbing his arm, which already had a red mark on it.

"You really...ah--"

The time for a cup of tea passed quickly.

An Ning sat on the boat, smiled slightly, and stroked the whip in her hand as if she was stroking her lover.

"Tell me, does this family listen to you or me?" He said slowly and unhurriedly.

"I'll listen to you~" Fu Guanbao knelt on the ground, holding his two red ears with his hands, looking aggrieved.

"Oh? You're very reluctant~" The voice was very gentle and very pleasant to hear.

Fu Guanbao's nerves were tense at this moment. He raised his head carefully and saw An Ning's white hands looked particularly beautiful under the reflection of the purple whip.

My tense nerves were slowly seduced by these soft hands, and I couldn't help but feel fascinated.

"..."

An Ning didn't hear any response. She raised her eyes, which had been fixed on the whip, and shifted them to the ground. She followed his gaze and looked at her own hands.

The hand moved slightly, and Fu Guanbao's eyes moved in the same direction. It moved again, and his eyes followed.

He reached out and pinched Fu Guanbao's tight face, which didn't have much flesh, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Fu Guanbao responded immediately, and shamelessly grabbed An Ning's little hand and kept stroking it.

Soft and very comfortable.

Suddenly Fu Guanbao moved. An Ning looked down in the direction of his movement, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Fu Guanbao looked down along An Ning's gaze, not feeling any shame, but rather very proud.

"My lady, don't worry. This young master will definitely make you happy." He pulled An Ning's hand and was about to stand up.

Ha ha.

"Kneel down!" An Ning retracted his hand and scolded.

It really becomes bright with a little sunshine.

Fu Guanbao knelt down very obediently, holding his ears with both hands consciously, lowered his head, and his whole body exuded a pitiful aura.

An Ning sat on the bed, "From today on, you have to listen to me. If I say go east, you go east. If I say go west, you go west..."

"My wife, why do we have to go there? Isn't it good enough at home?" Fu Guanbao raised his head cautiously.

"Shut up. Just do whatever I say. Got you?" An Ning finally understood why the locust tree spirit called him an idiot.

It seemed quite interesting when I was eavesdropping at first, but when it came to my own, I felt like cursing.

Fu Guanbao lowered his head in grievance. That's how it is. It's good enough at home. Why do you have to go around everywhere?

"understood."

"Get up." An Ning leaned against the head of the bed and said casually.

Fu Guanbao stood up, walked slowly to the door, stretched out his hand, pulled it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed out regardless of anything.

The housekeeper looked at Fu Guanbao with misty eyes, as if he was chased by a ghost.

On the day of the young master's wedding, why didn't he stay in the bridal chamber and rush out in his underwear? ?

Could it be that he regretted it?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, the butler hurriedly followed Fu Guanbao. As soon as he found Fu Guanbao, he saw him running back angrily with something in his hand.

With a 'click', the door closed and almost hit the butler's nose. The butler touched his nose and fortunately, it didn't hit him.

An Ning didn't care about Fu Guanbao going out at all. After he went out, she was in a very good mood and occupied the whole bed.

The sleep that had just begun to brew was awakened by the sound of the door closing, and I raised my head with anger in my eyes.

She saw Fu Guanbao holding a washboard in his hand and looking at her vigilantly, as if the washboard in his hand was his magical weapon to protect himself.

An Ning couldn't help but chuckle, "If I really wanted to hit you, do you think a small washboard could protect you?"

"Don't worry about it." Fu Guanbao immediately jumped onto the window and hugged the washboard tightly to his chest.

"Okay, okay, then just stand there all night." She lay down again and turned around, indicating that she didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Fu Guanbao didn't know how long he had been standing there, he only knew that his whole body was maintaining a very stiff posture.

"An Ning..." He called out tentatively. When there was no response, he carefully stepped on the table and climbed down from the window.

Walking quietly to the bed, "An Ning..."

After making sure An Ning was asleep, he threw the washboard in his hand to the side, but it made no sound when it fell to the ground.

"I have always said that there is no one that I cannot subdue." Fu Guanbao folded his arms with a proud look on his face.