It's been seven years, and every time Zhan Lu calculates the time and finds that seven years have passed, it feels incredible.

Originally, Zhan Lu thought that the time without Ming Yijun would be extremely lonely and painful. It was like this at first, but after a long time, this pain seems to have faded a little bit, leaving only long-term thoughts.

She missed Ming Yijun deeply, his face, his voice, and the way he smiled. Seven years have passed, and his image has not become blurry at all in her mind.

She folded the letter he had sent back into the form of a crane, and kept it with the one he had folded for her in the past. After so much time, their bodies have turned a pale yellow.

The original body of Ah Zhen Niangzi was still placed in a conspicuous place by Zhan Lu, and she never changed back into human form, and she never even moved once. Zhan Lu had to talk to it for a while every night, but she never responded, as if she had always been a pair of teeth from beginning to end, and the fast-legged lady who had a quick mouth before seemed to be just a dream.

Qingxuan Taoist priests still go out to set up a hexagram stall during the day and go back to the wine shop at night. People with good deeds found out about this, so they went to ask Qingxuan Taoist about the relationship between the two people. The Taoist priest just smiled and said that Ye Niangzi in the wine shop was his old friend, but he had no place to live and took him in. Those people just don't believe it. He didn't say anything anymore either.

Daoist Qingxuan became more and more silent, he never said that he liked Zhan Lu again, or rather, he just stopped talking to Zhan Lu. When he was hungry, he went into the store, and Zhan Lu prepared food for him, and when he was sleepy, he turned back into a fox and slept. The two seem to be caught in a strange tacit understanding.

It's strange to say, after seven years, Zhan Lu's appearance has not changed much, and it is still the same as seven years ago, she still looks so young, her body is still so light, but her figure has become a little more like an adult. Every morning, when Zhan Lu got up to make up, she looked in the mirror and saw that time had not left a trace on her, thinking that time might have forgotten her.

Of course, this is a joke, and Zhan Lu himself understands what the reason is. Since she had eaten snow honey, jade lime and East China Sea salt, she only felt healthy and energetic. These things are the delicacies of the fairy family, and it is not strange for her to eat these as a mortal and get some benefits of longevity and longevity.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again.

Every Chinese New Year's Eve and Qixi Festival, Zhan Lu always thinks more about Ming Yijun, he has no news at all, and he doesn't know what is going on now. In the past, when Zhan Lu was a child, he didn't feel lonely when he was there a lady on Chinese New Year's Eve. But now not only is there no Ming Yijun, but there is also no Ah Zhen Niang. There were only two people sitting in the wine shop, Qingxuan Daoist, and they didn't talk much, so this rule was also waived, the two just put a firecracker at the door, Zhan Lu went back to the room, locked the door, and went to sleep.

He said he wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. Somehow, Ming Yijun's shadow always swayed in her heart, shaking and upsetting her. It's so cold, and it's not even warm under the covers. Her hands and feet were cold, and she couldn't keep them warm. Zhan Lu took off all her clothes and hugged her arms to warm herself, feeling her skin full of thirst.

In the past, when Ming Yijun was still there, the weather was cold, and he always slept with her. His skin is smooth, his arms are very strong, and he is very warm. More often than not, he's going to change back into beast form. When he was in beast form, his body was warmer, and his long hair was very soft, and it was very comfortable to cling to her.

She missed him, she longed for his arms, his skin, his temperature. If he was there, she wouldn't have been as cold as she is now.

Maybe it was because she missed it too much, she seemed to hear Ming Yijun's soft laughter.

The laughter was familiar, with a hint of mockery, with his amorous attitude, exactly the same as before. That's his voice, it hasn't changed at all.

The voice seemed close, close, right in her ears. She could seem to feel his breath tickling her ears. As he used to do.

If there is only sound, it can also be said to be an illusion. But it wasn't just the sound that Zhan Lu perceived. She felt the fingertips of a hand touch her back.

If it weren't for Ming Yijun's voice, she would probably scream in fear. She was sure that she heard Ming Yijun's voice, so she didn't scream, just felt it quietly.

But she was still nervous. She wanted to ask if it was him, but she was so nervous that she couldn't make a sound. Her body tensed, her skin became extremely sensitive, and she could feel the slightest touch.

She felt the hand on her back, slowly, slowly moving across her back, caressing her. It was warm and made her feel warm, comfortable, and reassuring. She felt it pass between her arms, rubbing between her chest and abdomen, gently kneading the untouched parts of her body with a very gentle touch. At the same time, the extremely warm man's chest pressed against her back from behind, pressed against her skin, and there were no gaps at all.

The man's breath was short, blowing on the back of her neck, itchy, but it was warm and comfortable. Make her want to close her eyes and sigh.

She wanted to ask if it was him. But she was afraid that it was just a dream, so she opened her mouth to ask, and he was gone.

Zhan Lu is very experienced in dreaming, and when they first separated, she could always dream of him. Generally speaking, in his dreams, he always laughs and frowns the same as usual, saying that what she cooks is unpalatable.

But she had never dreamed of him hugging her like this, nor had she ever felt his body temperature in her dreams.

It's like...... Not a dream.

If that's the case, is the person behind him really him?

This realization made her a little frightened, and her body began to tremble involuntarily.

The man holding her in the back seemed to feel her nervousness and felt the trembling of her body. He hugged her hard and smoothed her shivers with warm arms. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took all her strength to utter a few broken syllables:

"Yes...... You...... Is it?"

The voice was so broken and hoarse that it seemed alien to her, but the man who heard her seemed to be overjoyed, and let out a soft laugh. His head came from behind her shoulders, and his hair rubbed against the side of her neck, tickling the slightest. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, kissed where she made a sound, and gently licked the knuckles of his neck. His lips and tongue were very soft, very soft and wet, like a cloud, kissing her body inch by inch, and there was no strength left.

Although her body was soft, her consciousness was still there, and she was still very awake. She knew he hadn't answered her, and he hadn't said a word.

So she pushed him desperately, and even though her body was already weak, she still pushed his steely arm desperately, trying to get out of the crook of his arm and escape. But how powerful was the man, how could she be pushed away by this? He turned her over and made her face him.

She felt more and more frightened, kicked hard, scratched her nails, and screamed in her throat, hoping that the Qingxuan fox outside the door could hear her voice and save her. But the hoarse throat could only let out a broken scream, and such a slight sound was useless no matter what.

Seeing her like this, the man behind him didn't seem to be afraid, but more excited, her nails digging into his flesh, but he didn't seem to care at all, just hugged her tightly, kept kissing and licking, and sometimes bit lightly with his teeth.

She grew desperate, no longer struggling or trying to scream, and she burst into tears.

The man who tasted her like a delicacy seemed to sense the dampness on her face, and his movements stopped.

Zhan Lu felt the tip of her soft tongue lick her tears with pity, all the way to her eyes, and licked her tears away.

She heard the familiar chuckle accompanied by the man's voice:

"Little Alu is so stupid. ”

The voice was in her ears, soft, but clear, so clear that she could hear it clearly.

That's "him"! That's him, it's not wrong, it's not someone else, that's him.

The tears that had been licked clean flowed out again, and he found that she was crying again, as if he had not expected it, and continued to lick it. But her tears seemed to flow endlessly, and he could never finish licking them.

Her hands wrapped tightly around his body, groping around him, checking his temperature. This is him! It's not someone else, it's not a dream, he's really here.

But she was still a little worried, and with a crying voice, she whispered to him in a hoarse and broken voice:

"Is this a dream?"

She expected him to say that it was not a dream, but instead of answering her as she had imagined, he said:

"Yes, it's a dream, I'm the one in your dream. ”