Chapter 1385 This Is Your Punishment
Bai He, who was holding a lantern for the two of them at the back, hurriedly turned around when he saw such a battle.
Lin Qingyuan thumped Long Xuan, but was crushed by him with even more strength.
It wasn't until she was out of breath that Long Xuan let go of her.
Putting his head against his forehead, he reached out and brushed her hair, "This is your punishment."
Lin Qingyuan was trying to calm her breath when she heard the words and glared at him angrily, "Why?"
Long Xuan pointed to his red lips, "Whose masterpiece?"
Lin Qingyuan blushed when she saw his still water-stained lips, but she felt a little guilty when she thought of the spicy dishes she deliberately gave him during the meal just now.
"How did I know you can't eat spicy food?"
"Really don't know? Or, knowingly committed the crime?" Long Xuan lowered his head and looked at her scrutiny.
"I just don't know." Lin Qingyuan refused to admit it.
Long Xuan snorted, suddenly hugged her horizontally, and said to Bai He, "Lead the way."
Bai He quickly turned around and walked forward.
"Put me down!" Lin Qingyuan thumped Long Xuan's chest irritably.
Long Xuan didn't take it seriously, but instead said, "I'm afraid you're clumsy and wrestling."
"You're stupid!" Lin Qingyuan was even more annoyed, wishing to scratch his hateful face.
When they got to her boudoir, Long Xuan put her down.
This is the first time Long Xuan has set foot in her boudoir before marriage.
Her boudoir is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, separated by a beaded curtain.
The inner room should be where she sleeps. In the outer room, there is a soft couch by the window, a round table and a few embroidered stools are placed in the middle, and a desk is placed in the east corner.
The table was neat and tidy, with nothing else except pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
However, in the vase in the corner, there are a few scrolls of paintings.
Long Xuan's eyes paused, and he walked to the soft couch and sat down.
Lin Qingyuan glanced at him awkwardly, and seeing that he couldn't move him, she gave up and went to take a bath.
After Bai He made a cup of tea for Long Xuan, he withdrew.
Long Xuan drank a cup of tea and saw that Lin Qingyuan hadn't come out yet, so he got up and walked around the house.
Walking to the desk, slender fingers caressed the edge of the table, and when his eyes were fixed on the vase next to him, he paused for a while, and finally took out the painting without suppressing his curiosity.
He was a little curious about Lin Qingyuan's turbulent temperament, what kind of paintings she calmed down and painted.
The slender fingers turned over the paintings in the vase, and finally, pulled out a scroll.
However, when the scroll was opened, his expression changed when he saw the paintings and poems inside.
After Lin Qingyuan came out of the shower, she saw him standing by the desk, looking at her paintings.
At first, she didn't care, but when she remembered something, her complexion suddenly changed, she ran over quickly, and scolded unpleasantly, "How can you just mess around with my things?"
Long Xuan turned around, she couldn't hold back, and she threw herself into his arms.
But she didn't have time to complain, and when she saw the painting in his hand, she quickly reached out to take it back.
However, before she reached out, Long Xuan lifted the painting up, and she grabbed the empty space.
"Return it to me?" She was so angry that she should have destroyed this painting in the first place.
"So nervous? Could it be that there is something shameful in this painting?" Long Xuan's expression was unpleasant, and his eyes were a little gloomy.
"What's your business?" Lin Qingyuan choked him.
Hearing this, Long Xuan suddenly held her shoulders, turned her around, leaned against the table, then narrowed his eyes and looked at her dangerously, "Who am I to you?"
When Lin Qingyuan met his dangerous eyes, she swallowed, "Husband, husband."
"Then does your business have anything to do with me?" Long Xuan chased after her.