Chapter 593: Be Good, Don't Make Trouble, No, I Will Make Trouble for You

Listening to the little man's laughter, Di Shifang's ears turned red, and he said angrily: "Be good, don't make trouble."

It was rare for Lu Jiuque to see him in such embarrassment, and his heart felt soft and sweet. He became very naughty and said mischievously: "No, I will make trouble for you."

Such a shameless, cunning, and intimate word made Di Shifang almost forget what he was doing.

After a while, he came to his senses under her blazing gaze, lowered his head in panic, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, if you feel better, switch to another foot!"

Lu Jiuque smiled and handed his other foot over, letting him apply medicine on him. He just felt that if he could do this every day, it would be good to be injured every day...

When Di Shifang was angry but carefully applied the medicine to her, Lu Jiuque found that his feet had returned to their original state.

Her smooth and flawless skin was like a peeled egg.

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she said in astonishment: "Wow! What is this? How come it got better without you realizing it?"

Di Shifang didn't say anything, covered the remaining Qiong liquid and stuffed it into her hand.

"There is no need to awaken the Purple Spirit Pearl for some minor injuries, just use this to treat them, you know?"

If Luan Feng saw Di Shifang's actions here, he would be so angry that he would vomit three liters of blood.

This is the extremely precious Holy Snake Dew tempered with the blood of the Yamata no Orochi. Now it's ready. He uses it as a Poutong muscle-boosting dew. Di Shifang, come here, he promises not to beat you to death!

Lu Jiuque looked at Di Shifang's serious expression and laughed again.

"okay, I get it!"

This guy is obviously concerned, worried, and worried to death, but he still has such a stinky face. Why does she like to tease him so much?

Then he put his two feet into his arms. Lu Jiuque grabbed his collar, turned over and sat in his arms. He raised his eyebrows lightly, poking at the young man like a naughty little fox. "I don't have shoes, I can't walk, what should I do?"

Di Shifang's face was stiff, and his heartbeat was getting louder and louder, almost bursting out of his chest.

Lu Jiuque smiled evilly, straightened up, held his face and pecked his lips, and said coquettishly: "Why don't you carry me back?"

Di Shifang looked at her little appearance and said,

His blood was boiling and his ears were burning. Finally, he cursed, gently held her neck, pressed down, and kissed her lips.

He pressed hard and rubbed, turning and sucking, as if he wanted to swallow her beautiful lips, her troubled tongue, and her troublesome words one by one.

This damn little girl must be taught a lesson!

This is all going to fall on him!

Lu Jiuque's mind was in chaos after being kissed. She moaned softly, hugged his neck, and threw herself into the kiss more wholeheartedly.

Their lips, tongues, breathing and love are all entangled, nibbling, describing and blending...

It wasn't until Lu Jiuque was out of breath and almost out of breath that she leaned softly into his arms.

Damn it, was this guy a jackal or a tiger and leopard, he always looked like he was going to eat her.

The only sounds in Di Shifang's ears were her "pounding" heartbeat and her sweet breathing, which made him so damn fascinated and so attached to her.

He gently held her cheek and kissed her again and again, full of tenderness.

He knew that he would never be able to let her go for the rest of his life, because she had been deeply embedded in his heart, filling his entire heart and consciousness.

So good, so good...

All this is because of her, so good...