Master, after his soul is gone

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, and a slightly crude bamboo house completely appeared in front of him.

A sense of strangeness filled his whole body, and Yan Yuzhi frowned subconsciously.

But the next moment, a familiar voice came from inside the room, "Master, isn't he coming in?"

Hearing Wen Qizhou's voice, Yan Yuzhi was stunned for a long while, not understanding why the person who was still intimate with his fiancée just now appeared here, but after a long while, he still walked in.

The moment he stepped into the room, he was pulled into his arms by a strong force and pressed against the door panel.

The sudden move caught Yan Yuzhi by surprise, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Wen Qizhou couldn't help but chuckled, "Ah Zhi, why do you look at me like this? Could it be that I have a complexion?"

This made Yan Yuzhi puzzled, and didn't understand why it was full of weirdness from just now.

The person in front of him was full of love, and even showed a little aggrieved expression for his non-response.

What made him feel even more flustered was that the man's hand scratched his waist irregularly, and then he hugged him forcefully into his arms.

Yan Yuzhi coughed lightly, trying to calm himself down, "What did Ah Zhou call me just now?"

Wen Qizhou frowned, "Of course it's Ah Zhi."

"What's wrong with Ah Zhi today? Why is it so strange?"

The corners of Yan Yuzhi's lips pursed slightly, and his tone was slightly unfriendly, "Didn't you still flirt with your fiancée just now? Why did you appear here?"

Seeming to think his words were absurd, Wen Qizhou frowned, "Where is the fiancée from? Ah Zhimo wants to frame me."

"Besides, we have been married for many years. Don't you know who is around me?"

Seeing Wen Qizhou's words getting more and more outrageous, Yan Yuzhi's eyes widened, "What, married? Me and you?"

"When...when did this happen?"

Seeing Yan Yuzhi like this, Wen Qizhou's face darkened instantly, "Ah Zhi must tease me today?"

Yan Yuzhi immediately shook his head, "You were the one who was teasing me. You were still smiling happily with your fiancée, but now you are teasing me that we are married. How can I believe you?"

"Ah Zhou, this isn't fun at all, I'm going back to rest."

As soon as the words fell, there was a pain in the corner of the lips, and when I looked up, I instantly met someone's angry eyebrows.

This is nothing, the next moment, a whisper came from my ear, "It seems that I need to teach Ah Zhi a lesson, so as not to think wildly."

Amidst Yan Yuzhi's exclamation, Wen Qizhou picked him up and threw him into the bed|couch.

The bed curtain fell, covering the whispers between lovers.

When Yan Yuzhi came over, his whole face was flushed with shame, and he buried himself in the quilt, even though Wen Qizhou told him not to come out.

A low laugh came from outside the quilt, "Then Azhi, you continue to be shy, how about I go make medicine for you?"

Hearing this, Yan Yu was puzzled, he hadn't reflected on what happened just now, so what happened to the decoction?

But after he lifted the quilt, Wen Qizhou was no longer in the room.

Doubts filled his mind, he lifted the quilt and got up, but he walked around the house without seeing Wen Qizhou.

When he returned to the house, he saw Wen Qizhou looking at him with raised eyebrows while holding the medicine.

Yan Yuzhi was slightly stunned, "When did you come back, I didn't meet you when I was out just now."

Turning his head to look at the bowl in his hand, Yan Yuzhi continued, "And what kind of medicine did you cook?"