After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

11

Xu Shi was exhausted from running around during the day, and not long after Zhao Yelan calmed down, he fell asleep.

Yan Mingting stared at him intently. Compared with his appearance when he was young, Zhao Yelan is now more outstanding, with a kind of eye-catching beauty, but he is always wary of others, his eyes are always cold, and his brows are always frowning. Wrinkled, but what he doesn't know is that the more this aura that no one should enter, the more aggressive and unique his beauty is.

Yan Mingting was in a very complicated mood. He didn't know how this unseemly marriage would develop in the end, and he didn't know what Zhao Yelan had done. The rumors from outsiders were vivid, but he only believed in his own judgment.

Zhao Yelan who fell asleep lost his indifferent expression, his nose fluttered, his thin lips were straight, and the mole under his eyes nestled neatly and quietly on his face, like an unguarded child.

"Could it be you?" Yan Mingting murmured.

He sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, Zhao Yelan, who had been sleeping all this time, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he frowned habitually...

What does the question just mean?

His eyes wandered around Yan Mingting's body, and then fell on his bound hands and feet, his face sinking like water.

Zhao Yelan didn't sleep well that night, his hands and feet were bound, he was thinking about something, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the crowing of a cock.

After tossing and tossing all night, when Yan Mingting opened his eyes, he bumped into a pair of resentful and resentful eyes.

"You... woke up very early today, not bad, not bad, keep going." Yan Mingting praised.

Zhao Yelan could only wish to have his skin peeled off...but he has a sword and a sword, and he has a high position and authority.

annoyed.

"Get up, it's time for morning exercises." Yan Mingting quickly got off the bed, put on his clothes in twos and twos, picked up the wristband and buckled it on his wrist.

Zhao Yelan stared at his wrist, and saw that he jumped on the spot twice after putting on his boots. He couldn't help but suspect that there was a hidden weapon hidden in the boots.

"Why are you still not moving?" Yan Mingting turned to look at him.

"How do you tell me to move!" Zhao Yelan suddenly raised his voice.

Yan Mingting was stunned for a moment, then remembered, lifted his quilt, saw the bound hands and feet, showed a more surprised expression than Zhao Yelan, and stretched out his hand to untie the rope for him: "You are just like this!" **** all night?"

"What do you mean? You want to renege on your debts when you wake up now? Who did all of this!?" Zhao Yelan scolded.

"No, I thought you would untie it, it's a slipknot." Yan Mingting pointed at the rope embarrassingly, pulled it lightly, and it loosened.

"..."

Zhao Yelan froze for a moment. Last night, he only wanted to pull out his hand. After failing, he gave up on himself. He never thought that Yan Mingting would keep his hand.

As soon as the rope around his ankle was untied, Zhao Yelan kicked him, Yan Mingting didn't dodge, and kicked him a few more times.

The bed creaked twice.

Seeing that he was too lazy to kick any more, Yan Mingting's eyes stopped on his wrists and ankles, there were light red marks on his delicate skin, and he looked a bit sad, he asked: "Are you going to do morning exercises today? "