嬌妻難逃

Chapter 049

Song Luan was a gentle and timid girl before she transmigrated. She seldom quarreled with others when she was a child, and so, her elders praised her as a good girl.

Song Luan thought that she had been very fierce to Zhao Nanyu. In fact, in his eyes, she was not even near from being fierce, more like a coquettish kind, and this aroused his interest more.

Zhao Nanyu instead liked her coquettish appearance more than her indifference.

The cold lips tasted her clavicle, and his hand strongly embraced her thin waist. Zhao Nanyu sniffed the fragrance of her body and sighed, "Luan Bao is so fragrant."

He remembered that Song Luan's mother called her with that. At that time, Zhao Nanyu remembered it silently, and when he felt this strong surge of wanting Song Luan more, he called out her name 'Luan Bao'

When Song Luan heard him call her name, she had goose bumps on her arms. The two normal words appeared very sorrowful from Zhao Nanyu's mouth.

The atmosphere in the hibiscus tent was very ambiguous. He continued to call her name while biting her ear. It seemed that he was forcing her to give a response. Her toes curled up and Zhao Nanyu find her very cute. Song Luan was flustered. Could she still run?

She instinctively shrank back. Song Luan wouldn't be his opponent forever in the book, so for now, she still couldn't run.

But, she couldn't escape without being bullied.

Song Luan's face was angry, "Don't touch me. Why can't you be reasonable? You touching me is really annoying."

Her face was not intimidating at all, and her tone was soft. Zhao Nanyu was amused by her appearance. "Is Luan Bao playing coquetry with me?"

Song Luan fiercely replied, "No, I'm murdering you!"

Couldn't you see? Wasn't it obvious enough? This man was really shameless.

Song Luan couldn't help but stretched her hand to push him, "And don't call me Luan Bao, I don't like it."

When he called out her name with a very pleasant voice, and he even deliberately extended the ending of her name, which made her tremble.

Zhao Nanyu asked her in a good temper, "Why?"

"My mother can only say that name." Song Luan, who was still suffering, suddenly opened her eyes and smiled, "Are you going to be my mother?"

Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "You have a sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

Zhao Nanyu kept calling her intimate name the whole night. Song Luan couldn't help but listen. She couldn't block his mouth, so she instead kicked and pinched him, but this was regarded as sentiments between husband and wife.

It was a good weather the next day.

Song Luan laid half dead on the bed and thought it over carefully with her eyes open. Last night, she shouldn't have said that he wanted to be her mother, because this made Zhao Nanyu unhappy and even retaliated.

At this time, even when she woke up, she couldn't move. It was sour and soft.

After a long time, Song Luan sighed deeply and sat up from the bed. Grandma Lin heard the sound and came in to find her clothes.

Song Luan put on her clothes. After washing, the servant girl outside came into the house with breakfast.

Song Luan had developed a special taste. She didn't like sweet or greasy food in the morning, so she had always drank porridge these days.