Fox Demon: Huaizhu is not a concubine, and hegemony has no wife

Being hugged by her husband in front of Qingtong, Dongfang Huaizhu felt extremely shy. She instinctively hit his shoulder with her little hand, but she was reluctant to use too much force, so that her little hand fell on his chest, as if being caressed by fine silk.

Su Mu was obviously not satisfied with just hugging her, so he lowered his head and kissed Dongfang Huaizhu on the face.

Lips and teeth touching.

Dongfang Huaizhu was about to say something, but before he could utter a word, his voice turned into a "woohoo" sound.

Su Mu hugged Dongfang Huaizhu and kissed her.

Because Qingtong was still beside him, Dongfang Huaizhu began to feel obviously embarrassed and angry, but gradually, the sound of "woohoo" struggling gradually weakened, and the pair of beautiful eyes with a hint of shame and anger gradually began to blur.

Those long, powerful and taut legs gradually began to become weaker and weaker.

this moment.

Dongfang Huaizhu seemed to have gradually forgotten that Qingtong was still beside her, and even painted for her and her husband. She also gradually forgot where she was and what time it was. She even felt like she was about to forget how to breathe.

At this moment, Su Mu gradually closed his eyes, stretched out his hand that was holding Dongfang Huaizhu's waist, and placed it on Dongfang Huaizhu's hand. Then, he gently grabbed her hand, and crossed his ten fingers together.

Feeling the woman in his arms, Su Mu knew that this woman belonged to him completely.

Everything... belongs to him.

At this moment, Dongfang Huaizhu probably had almost the same thoughts in her mind. Feeling the kiss from her husband, Dongfang Huaizhu also had a feeling, that is, she belonged to her husband.

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Qingtong's face turned red as if blood could drip out as she watched the scene in front of her. Before, she had heard the lady and the master making out at the door, but she had no idea how intimate the master and the lady were. She could only imagine everything.

Now, even though he only saw the master and his mistress kissing, everything was unfolding before him.

Seeing the master and his wife's happy and harmonious appearance, Qingtong's eyes were filled with envy, and she was secretly happy for her master. At the same time, she also had some small expectations in her heart, hoping that one day, she could also...

Her heartbeat quickened unconsciously, but Qingtong's hands began to weave quickly. The threads were flying like butterflies, and the threads were folded and crossed.

At this moment, the only sounds in the entire courtyard were the faint "humming" sounds between Su Mu and Dongfang Huaizhu, and the gentle sound of the brocade painting being woven one by one.

Soon, a piece of embroidery woven together from the threads slowly emerged.

As Qingtong's ten fingers continued to move, the intricate threads intertwined little by little, making the figures on the brocade clearer and more vivid.

The little spider demon moved his ten fingers, and a beautiful picture appeared, as if it had come alive.

You can clearly see a gentle moonlight on the splendid painting. In the elegant courtyard under the gentle moonlight, the man picks up the woman, and the two of them intertwine their fingers and kiss intimately.

The pattern on the brocade seemed to have brought the person in front of him to life. Everything was so clear, as if it had been completely reproduced. The only thing that was not reproduced was that on the man's shoulder, there was a tiny spider demon.

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After the long kiss, Su Mu lowered his head slightly. Dongfang Huaizhu seemed to turn into flowing water and softened in his arms, with his whole head buried in his chest.

"So... sweet."

Su Mu sighed with a look of aftertaste.

Dongfang Huaizhu was embarrassed and anxious. She stretched out her little hand and hit him on the chest: "Qing...Qingtong is still here, don't say anything nonsense."

"Qingtong is not an outsider."

Su Mu raised his head and looked at the little monster opposite him. At this moment, the little spider monster's face was also flushed like a cloud.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Qingtong immediately lowered her head, but still whispered, "Qingtong is a house demon. Madam... Madam, don't worry about it."

Although Qingtong said this, it was obviously impossible for Dongfang Huaizhu to pretend that Qingtong did not exist.

For Dongfang Huaizhu, although she is not as knowledgeable in music, chess, calligraphy and painting as those ladies from wealthy families, and prefers to wield swords and sticks, in essence, Dongfang Huaizhu is still a traditional woman. Being seen like this, even if it is just a kiss, is a huge psychological shock to Dongfang Huaizhu.

Feeling Dongfang Huaizhu's vague intention to break free, Su Mu held Dongfang Huaizhu's arms even tighter.

Feeling unable to break free, Dongfang Huaizhu felt embarrassed and anxious, but she had no choice but to continue burying her face in her husband's arms, just like an ostrich, as long as she buried her face in the sand, she could block out everything in the outside world.

Su Mu gently stroked Dongfang Huaizhu's soft hair and looked across at her. Her clear eyes were still weaving, and the silk threads between her tender white fingers were like passing flowers, giving people a very beautiful feeling.

It was the first time that Su Mu saw someone weaving a picture with silk thread, which was much more difficult than painting with a pen.

"It will take some time to finish weaving."

As if sensing his gaze, Qingtong whispered something and moved her ten fingers even faster.

"It's okay, just knit slowly."

Su Mu spoke with a smile.

About an hour later, Qingtong finally stopped working and presented a piece of embroidery with both hands.

"Master, it's done."

Qingtong stepped forward and handed Zhixiu over, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, like a daughter who had scored a perfect score on an exam and was waiting for her father's praise.

"Then let me see what Qingtong has woven."

Su Mu took it with a smile, held it in his palm and began to read. Under the gentle moonlight, a man and a woman were hugging and kissing each other. Everything was very clear, as if the characters in the weaving show were about to come out of it.

“The painting is so beautiful, it almost seems to come alive.”

Su Mu couldn't help but admire. He had witnessed Qingtong's excellent knitting skills before. Now, after seeing this painting, he realized how great Qingtong was in knitting. No wonder, in Fox Spirit Matchmaker, when Wang Quan and Fugui were locked in the room, Qingtong could bring all kinds of knitted paintings and say things like "Let me be your eyes".

The embroidered patterns she weaves are so lifelike, as if they have come alive from the weaving.

Dongfang Huaizhu also poked her head out from Su Mu's Huaizhu at this moment and saw the scroll. The lifelike weaving made her open her mouth in slight surprise, but at the same time, the picture of a man and a woman kissing on the weaving made Dongfang Huaizhu's face hot, and she felt very shy. How could someone paint a woman kissing her husband?

"I...I put it away."

He walked forward without hesitation and hugged Zhixiu in his arms. Zhixiu could not be seen in this state by outsiders, it was too embarrassing.

"I haven't finished reading it yet."

Su Mu muttered.

"Don't look."

Dongfang Huaizhu glared at him, then hid Zhixiu in his clothes on his chest.