The Marquis Is Innocent

Chapter 89.1

Chapter 89.1

When Chun Niang saw Xiao Qiao stay still, she helped her up.

Like a puppet on a string, Xiao Qiao bent over and got out of the carriage.

There was a heater in the carriage, but it still couldnt withstand the cold weather outside. After sitting in the carriage for a long day from early morning until now, Xiao Qiaos legs had become slightly numb. As soon as she landed, her legs got soft and unsteady. Without saying a word, Wei Shao lifted his arm and swept her into his arms. Then he untied the thick overcoat that still carried body heat on his body. Whoosh, and covered her from head to toe, held her tightly, and went inside.

The travelers in the hall did not see Xiao Qiaos appearance. They only saw the tall mans arms tightly holding a person covered by the cloak going quickly to the inner room.

All of them knew it was a woman. They could not see her body and face, but they could see a section of her skirt under the cloak. The fabric was expensive and beautifully embroidered with a series of cherry blossoms, carrying a fragrance as she passed by.

At first, the hall was silent. The travelers watched the pairs backs disappear. Gradually, some began to cough, some turned over, and some smacked their lips enviously. Some wanted to discuss the fragrance but suddenly saw a group of powerful soldiers outside the door. They knew it should be the couples entourage and were immediately silent.

At first, Wei Shaos pace was a bit wide. In the beginning, Wei Shao held Xiao Qiao, and she could still keep up. Later, he walked faster, and Xiao Qiaos pace stumbled. If not for his arm holding her waist, she would have fallen many times.

When he reached the door, Wei Shao dragged Xiao Qiao and stepped in with one foot. She couldnt see, and he didnt remind her. Her feet tripped over the threshold and fell to his arms. She was half-dragged by him to get inside, and then he let her go.

Xiao Qiao flung herself onto the bed without something to lean on.

The drowsiness and the confusion she had when she first saw him disappeared.

Xiao Qiao gave an ouch and raised her hand to pull off his cloak that was still covering her head, revealing her dizzy head. She turned her head to yell at him, What are you doing? It is not like I have no legs to walk!

Wei Shao stared at her. He suddenly pulled and held her down on the edge of the bed. Xiao Qiao didnt even have time to react. Pa Pa two sounds. Wei Shao raised his hand and smacked her buttocks.

Her skirt was laminated with soft silk to keep out the cold. But even with the layer of silk, her buttocks still felt pain.

He hit hard.

These two slaps completely confused Xiao Qiao. She was lying there motionless at first. After a long time, she slowly turned her head back and opened her eyes wide, rushing at the man who hit her and looked at him with a gloomy face and said word by word: You. Hit. Me? How dare you hit me?

Her voice was full of disbelief. There was also a hint of frustration and anger.

After saying that, she climbed up from the bed with a bolt.

You hit me? You hit me!

She thought about the humiliating scene when he hit her buttocks, and Xiao Qiaos cheeks turned red. Her mouth continued to yell nonsense while clenching both hands. Her fists rained down on his shoulders and chest.

Wei Shao stood in front of the bed opposite her. He looked at her and let her two fists thump on his chest. She gradually panted, and her fists fell soft. Her tensed look finally softened down. He reached out and wrapped her tightly into his arms, lowering his head to her ear. His hoarse voice said: Have you had enough?

Xiao Qiao was angry. She had no strength but was unwilling to let him hug her. Her mouth shouted no-no and struggled. A fist accidentally hit the side of his arm, and hiss, his face showed pain. She remembered there was a difference in the touch when her hand fell on him. It seemed there was a layer of things wrapped there. She was slightly stunned, stopped struggling, glanced at his arm, grunted, and asked him: Did you get hurt again?

He did not answer, only continued to stare at her. He slowly grinned at her and then smiled, looking delighted.

The hair on Xiao Qiaos back suddenly stood up. The two of them collapsed on the bed together as he led them.

This room is the new room of the familys son, who just married last year. A small courtyard separates the room from the main house and is quiet. The bed in the room is new and made from pine wood, but one of the mortise and tenon is loose, and the foot of the bed will creak when pressed down.

Wei Shao forcefully kissed her, and the kiss was extremely heavy. He sucked her tongue and wanted to swallow her into his belly.

Xiao Qiao was furious. His kissing method didnt arouse her, and it was torture. She refused, but he insisted. He held her down like a deer in the paws of a tiger. After a moment, she struggled to break free and raised her hand to whack him on the wounded arm.

She did it on purpose. Wei Shao suffered from pain, and his body lurched, then finally stopped.

Xiao Qiao took the opportunity to break away from his arms around her, climbing up and shrinking into the bed against the wall, glaring at him.

Wei Shao touched his injured arm and laughed bitterly. He slowly got up, sat on the bed, slightly turned his face sideways, and looked at her.