Caught off guard, he fell into an embrace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Forehead touch, nose tip touch.

The young man's beautiful face was close at hand, his clear rose-red eyes reflected her shadow like a stream, his long hair scattered on the pillow, and his short-lived smile was so bright that it melted the snow outside the window.

Qianling crouched on his chest and stared at him blankly, the world was cut off by the black wings, and only the people in front of him were left with the cool touch of the skin from each other's foreheads......

and breathing in between.

Gollum ......

The sound of swallowing saliva came from the throat.

Her cheeks suddenly became a little hot, and she blinked, but she was reluctant to look away.

What, this guy......

Suddenly laughed like this......

It's too foul.

His gaze slowly moved down from the young man's smiling face, passing through the black hair, which was as white as mutton fat and jade, and inadvertently touching the thin white pajamas on his chest......

Qianling's eyes widened, and there was a sudden "buzz" in her head, and she struggled to bounce up from his chest:

"Hurt hurt, hurt hurt, you hurt ......!"

The wound that pressed on his chest!

Her body was tightly wrapped around her hands, and she fluttered in his chest like a fish on a cutting board but couldn't get up.

"Satsuki, don't make trouble! The wound will crack again later! After recuperating for so long, it took ...... recovery a little."

The hand around her body stubbornly tightened slightly, and she struggled and fell back to his forehead, looking up at the clear eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and her cheeks becoming more and more hot.

"I don't want to recover. The voice in my ears was soft, like a whisper.

He stared deeply at the person in his arms, his forehead lightly against hers, and closed his eyes.

It doesn't matter if the injury heals or not.

It's okay to lie here forever.

What does it matter to me whether the world is subverted or not?

If time can stay forever, it can be paid at any cost......

"What nonsense!" The guy in his arms suddenly became annoyed, like a restless catfish struggling violently, and a pair of round eyes glared at him angrily, "I caused this injury! If it doesn't get good, do you still want me to be a cow and a horse and serve you for the rest of your life!"

Suddenly there was silence.

White yarn flutters.

"Why not?" said a low voice, from between the thin lips.

Qianling was stunned, staring blankly at his face, her lips trembling and not making a sound.

Scattered light snow falls through the gaps in the clouds, spills into the forest, and flies into the treehouses with the fluttering curtains......

The young man's fair face was dizzy in the glow of the snow, and his long loose hair spread out on the pillow.

He stared at her, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, and his thin lips pursed lightly:

"What's ...... Can't?"

She looked at the struggling persistence in his deep eyes, her eyes trembled, and she didn't have time to panic and break free of his hand before she wanted to run.

Suddenly, a stretched pitch-black copper wall blocked the field of vision, and the next second, the black wings opened at random, and the whole person was pushed back and fell back into his arms steadily.

"Xiaoyue! I won't make a fuss, don't go too far!"

She struggled in his chest, her face flushed like a tomato, but her round eyes widened and she blew her beard at him and glared:

"Don't think you're an adult, you can be a hooligan!

He watched her like a wild cat struggling and baring her teeth at him, threatening to show her little tiger teeth, angry and funny......

With his hands around her, he gently hugged her into his arms without mind, his forehead touched, and he smiled and winked:

"You touch me first, who is playing hooligan?"

Qianling was stunned, as if she was surprised that stupid guy would refute her!

A wisp of smoke rose from his gradually hot face, and he wanted to push him away with all his might, but he was afraid of hurting his injury, so he had to struggle with small movements, looking at the beautiful face that was close at hand, and his teeth were itching with anger:

"I'm wrong, no...... I won't touch it in the future! Who wants to touch you! What is there to touch a little brat, and you are not the only one with horns!"

He looked at her disdainful look and paused:

“…… Who else do you want to touch?"

"I love to touch whoever I like, and children don't have to worry about adults!" was locked by those hands and couldn't move, she gave up the struggle and lay on his chest with a wrinkled face and a look of disgust.

He stared at her, not speaking.

Half a day.

"Don't touch anyone. "A clear voice, word by word.

One hand pinched her wrinkled face and pulled hard like a dough.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Qianling pulled his hand away and glared at him angrily while rubbing her face.

Lan Yue slept there, looking at her seriously with clear eyes, and repeated:

"Don't touch anyone. ”

"Why?"

"It's going to be chopped off......" the voice paused, "or chop the horn." ”

He'll chop off the man's horn.

Qianling looked at him calmly and seriously, lay there and was stunned for a moment, slowly covered her hand, and half-believed: "Ah......?"

"It is a taboo in my clan to touch the horns casually, and once the hands that have committed sins are discovered, they will be chopped off in public, and there is no reason for the desecrated horns to remain," he looked at her expressionlessly, and added, "especially between strange men and women." ”

Qianling looked at him like he wasn't joking, slowly frowned melancholy, glanced at his hands, and then looked in the direction of the top of his head, with a sad face:

"So—I just ......."

"I said, it's between a strange man and a woman. He looked at her tangled look and paused, "We'...... Not counted. ”

Qianling thought about it, slowly said "oh", and nodded reassuringly while holding her hand.

Also.

She ...... with Satsuki Couldn't be more ripe.

"So ......"

A fair-skinned and slender hand gently reached over, grabbed her tightly clenched hand, and shook it a few times like a chicken claw.

His expression was unfazed:

"If you still want this hand, you'd better be honest. ”

Qianling looked at his half-admonishing and half-threatening look, and the picture of the knife rising and falling in everyone's eyes slowly appeared in his mind...... Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and hid it tightly in his arms:

"Got it...... If you don't touch it, you won't touch it. ”

Although the horns are or something, the pointed ones are very cute, and they look so clear in the sun, they are very beautiful, and they are cool and slippery to the touch......

But in comparison, it was her hand that was a little more important.

"Xiaoyue," Qianling lay on his chest and blinked, "I won't touch it in the future, I won't touch you or anyone else'......"

He slept between the pillows and looked at her, rubbing her fluffy head: "Hmm. ”

"But ......"

She paused, and leaned closer curiously and confusedly: "If you touch the horns without permission, will you demon clan really 'chop your hands'?...... When is the rule for the victim to be 'chopped off'?

It's terrifying! There must be someone like her who can't hold the "itchy hands"! If it is really as Xiao Yue said, from ancient times to the present, the "chopped" hands and horns must be piled up into a small mountain!

His long hair was scattered across his pillow, and he slept there, staring into her curious, timid eyes.

The long eyelashes hang down gently, and the corners of the lips curl up with a shallow smile, harmless to humans and animals:

"Rules from now on. ”

And......

Only for some people who can't hold it.