The honest monk used his true qi with his palms, and the true qi continued to impact the blockage of Gu Qingcheng's cervical vertebrae. If the old monk saw that the honest monk was wasting his internal strength like this, he would have to beat him up! But the honest monk didn't think so, she was the wife of the poor monk, so what's wrong with spending some internal strength.

The strength of the honest monk's massage was very strong, and Gu Qingcheng felt that the pain disappeared, replaced by a burst of numbness, and she kept moaning from her mouth.

The honest monk turned her over and gently brushed the hair from her face, revealing a face that was captivating, her long eyelashes trembling and her eyes blurred. The tip of the nose is dripping with a slight fragrance, like the rain and dew on the petals, and the white and red neck is as smooth and beautiful as mutton fat jade.

The honest monk was completely fallen, he kissed Gu Qingcheng's soft and rich red lips domineeringly, a jasmine fragrance, like an electric current from his lips to the bottom of his heart, he felt the tip of his heart tremble.

Gu Qingcheng's kissing skills are not yet proficient, so she can only respond passively, she is like a budding flower, waiting to be moistened.

The honest monk's reason disappeared little by little, and his two hands were restless on Gu Qingcheng's body, and the touch of her skin was silky and elastic, which made him want to stop.

Gu Qingcheng had no intention of dedicating herself at all, sleeping in the same room with an honest monk, just out of trust in him, but the development of events was completely beyond her imagination.

"Little, little monk, no, no!" she said eagerly, her cheeks flushed, and she finally moved her lips away.

But this soft sentence not only did not stop the honest monk, but made him more and more bold, he reached out and untied his pajamas, tilted his head, and blocked her little mouth again.

"Huh!"

The honest monk gasped and got up suddenly, blood running down the corners of his mouth.

"I said no, you're still messing around!" Gu Qingcheng's body trembled slightly, and he said angrily.

The honest monk stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "The arrow is on the string, who can control it." ”

"I'm inconvenient today. Gu Tingcheng's voice was very small, like the call of a mosquito.

However, the honest monk listened to it really, he patted his forehead, counted the days, today is the fourth day, how did he forget this stubble. However, he immediately laughed, Gu Qingcheng said that when it was convenient for her, he would be able to do bad things.

Gu Qingcheng glared at him fiercely, and directly returned to the coldest state: "It's not good when it's convenient." ”

The honest monk sighed, the revolution has not yet succeeded, the soldiers still need to work hard, and there is still a long way to go to say goodbye to the body of a virgin.

Gu Tian snorted coldly and continued: "If you are not honest, don't sleep in the same room with me in the future!"

"I'm telling you, you're just doubting my character when you say that, don't think you're beautiful and have a good figure, I can't help it. ”

This bastard would really make excuses for himself, take advantage of it, and instead put the blame on me, but his compliment really left him speechless.

"Sleep!" Gu Tingcheng gritted his teeth and said, then turned off the light at the head of the bed. The room instantly fell into darkness, and Gu Qingcheng's body also hid in the quilt.

The nose is filled with Gu Qingcheng's unique body fragrance, and the honest monk is not sleepy at all, imagine that there is a beautiful woman lying next to him, it is not normal to be able to sleep.

"Alas!"

Half an hour later, the honest monk sighed silently, got up from the bed, first glanced at Gu Qingcheng who was motionless on the bed, and then carefully moved his steps and walked towards the window......

"Little monk, can't you sleep?" Gu Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly spoke.

This abrupt voice startled the honest monk, and he turned his head to look over, only to find that in the darkness, two bright eyes were staring at him......

"You sleep, I'll smoke a cigarette. The honest monk grinned, and then walked to the window.

After smoking two cigarettes in succession, the honest monk's heart calmed down, and he must not be able to book a room in the future, and it is himself who suffers every time. Twisting out the cigarette butt and taking a deep breath, the honest monk returned to the room. He didn't go to bed, but sat in a chair.

"Aren't you sleeping?"

The honest monk looked at Gu Qingcheng and saw that she was staring at herself, exactly the same as when she first went out, as if she hadn't moved.

"I'll just sit here all night. ”

Gu Qingcheng opened his small mouth, stopped talking, looked at the chair with complicated eyes, and whispered: "If you can't help it, I can ...... it with my hands" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't hear it.

"What?" the honest monk thought he had misheard, and looked at Gu Qingcheng incredulously.

Gu Qingcheng turned his gaze away, as if he didn't dare to look at the honest monk's reaction.

"If you don't agree, forget it. ”

In the next second, the honest monk got into the quilt, lowered his head and kissed Gu Qingcheng's pink forehead, "Fool, don't do anything that makes yourself embarrassed, and don't compromise for me, I am very greedy, not only your person, but also your heart." ”

After all, the honest monk regretted it in his heart, and he didn't sit still, which is really not something that ordinary people can do.

"One sheep, two sheep ......"

Again he counted the sheep until dawn.

The water color is clear and clear, and people see that it is clear, so it is called Qingjiang. Qingjiang has both the majesty of the Three Gorges, the clear of the Li River, and the beauty of the West Lake, which is poetic and picturesque, like a dream and a song.

The honest monk and Gu Tingcheng sat side by side on the cruise ship, but they saw that the river was like a dai, the smoke and waves were vast, and the peaks and peaks on both sides of the bank were stacked and green, piercing the sky.

If you are the tearful shooter, I am the white bird determined not to dodge again. Just wait for the arrow to burst through the air and into my already shattered bosom.

If you are the only shooter in this world, the only shooter who can hurt me, I am all your youth, all the joys and sorrows that cannot be forgotten. It was like the last cloud, hidden in the infinite blue sky.

Then let me die at your hands, as if I could finally die in your arms.

I don't know which couple recited "The Death of the White Bird" on the cruise ship, and an inexplicable sadness rose in Gu Qingcheng's heart. Because in Qingjiang, there is a similar story, the love tragedy of Di Jun and the goddess of salt water.

The honest monk seemed to notice the change in Gu Qingcheng's mood, held her little hand, and said with a smile: "Wife, don't worry, our love will not end in tragedy, even if it ends in tragedy, I will choose to be that white bird." ”

Gu Tingcheng turned around and took the initiative to kiss the honest monk, for a long time, his lips parted.

"I don't allow you to talk nonsense, if you talk nonsense, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish!"