At that moment, for the first time in his history, Feng Wuxian felt a fatal embarrassment, and he even had the illusion that he wanted to beep a dog.

Xia Zi Kite stared at his innocent big eyes, leaned towards his lips again, and Feng Wuxian was nervous and hurriedly shouted: "Purple Kite, calm down!"

I don't know if that sentence played a role, Xia Ziyuan just looked at his bitten lip in surprise, and then stretched out a little finger and gently stroked it.

Feng Wuxie suddenly felt a tingling on his scalp, and as Xia Zi Kite's fingers touched the place, the pain on his lips decreased, and a tingling sensation followed.

He repeatedly told himself in his heart that Xia Ziyuan was drunk, so she couldn't do anything she did.

Even if she wants to do something to him now, he can't take it seriously, everything can't be explained until Xia Ziyuan sobers up.

After touching it, Xia Zi Kite began to blow gently on Feng Wuxian's lips as if she was caring for some small animal.

At that moment, Feng Wuxian stiffened like a sculpture again, he never expected Xia Ziyuan's movements to be so unexpected.

Was she helping him heal?

But what was her hand doing?

Why did Xia Ziyuan hold his face, and his fingers kept rubbing dishonestly?

Is there ash on his face?

Thinking of this, Feng Wuxie's handsome face turned red all of a sudden, because he suddenly felt that Xia Ziyuan's fingers seemed to be going in the direction of his neck.

Feng Wuxian looked at Xia Zi Kite steadily, he wanted to see clearly whether Xia Zi Kite did it on purpose, and why he suddenly made these actions.

Doesn't she know that a man's neck can't be touched casually?

As the temperature on his skin became higher and higher, Feng Wuxian helplessly grabbed Xia Ziyuan's little hand, and he felt that he was about to become nervous.

"Purple Kite, do you know what you're doing?"

Feng Wuxian grabbed her hand and asked with a look of forbearance.

Xia Ziyuan was slightly stunned, she shook her head and smiled toothily, and then her confused little eyes were even more directionless, obviously at this moment, she still knew how to think.

But the results of her reflection are often so unexpected.

I saw Xia Ziyuan tilting her little head, smiling gently and shyly: "I'm stroking you." ”

Hearing this, Feng Wuxian gasped, and he forced himself to calm down, Xia Ziyuan was drunk, and her words had no other meaning.

Feng Wuxie, who had finally calmed down, finally mustered up the courage to ask again, "Purple Kite, why are you touching me?"

God knows how much restless emotions he suppressed in his heart, Feng Wuxian almost wanted to applaud himself, in the face of such a big temptation, it is really rare to maintain the style of a righteous man and a gentleman.

"Because you're hurt. ”

Xia Ziyuan struggled to continue touching him, but her movements made Feng Wuxian have the illusion of stroking a puppy.

And it seems to be getting stronger.

After Feng Wuxian tried hard to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he felt that Xia Ziyuan was also a talent, obviously with a face that led people to commit crimes, but he had an ability that could make people more peaceful.

Feng Wuxian helplessly grabbed Xia Zi Kite's little hand and gently moved her from his body to the side, and then he resigned himself to grabbing the restless little hand and said, "Purple Kite, I'm sleepy, why don't we rest first?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence came out, Xia Ziyuan suddenly slapped her, and Feng Wuxian couldn't dodge it and was directly thrown in the face.

"You are a disciple! You think beautifully!" Xia Ziyuan was about to get up again.

When Feng Wuxian saw it, he immediately raised his hand and surrendered: "Hey, my aunt, then I'll sleep first, can you continue to watch me?"

Feng Wuxian really had no way to take Xia Zi Kite, he covered the corners of his aching eyes and regretted it very much, regretting why he was cheap?

If Xia Ziyuan said that he was drunk before, wouldn't he let her go quietly and leave?

Now that he is abused, this is completely self-inflicted, Feng Wuxian is silently sad.

Life didn't know earlier, and there was no regret medicine, at this moment he could only break his teeth and swallow it back into his stomach silently.

Bitter batch!

Compared with the dire situation on the side of Feng Wuxie, Su Yixian's side is completely opposite.

Since helping Mo Qianyan back to the room, it was simply outrageously quiet here.

After Mo Qianyan obediently lay down on the bed, he motioned for Su Yixian to come up and lie down together.

At first, Su Yixian blushed and lay down, and thought of a hundred postures in his heart.

But when she lay down, Mo Qianyan just hugged her very obediently, really just hugging.

After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, Su Yixian didn't wait for any surprise episodes.

When she raised her head, she found that Mo Qianyan had obediently closed her eyes at some point, but Su Yixian was sure that he must not have fallen asleep.

Since he didn't fall asleep, he still had something to look forward to, so Su Yixian pretended to get up and get out of bed to pour water to drink.

As soon as she moved, Mo Qianyan opened her eyes, and then looked at her with a ignorant expression, and those eyes were even more innocent, which made Su Yixian feel a sense of guilt.

"I'm a little thirsty, so go down and pour some water. Su Yixian explained slightly embarrassed.

In fact, Mo Qianyan may not understand what she means at this time, but she is not too straightforward, so she had to use the excuse of drinking water to cross over Mo Qianyan's body, and then she touched him very accidentally.

But Mo Qianyan didn't make any extra movements except for supporting her with her upper body carefully, and then said with a very clear look: "Lady, be careful!"

Be careful with a hammer, can't you see that Lao Tzu is doing it on purpose?

After pouring a glass of water for herself, Su Yixian felt that maybe the part she had just touched was a little wrong, why not try a more irritating place, such as the chest, or abdominal muscles or something?

She didn't forget that although this black-hearted white lotus looks like a flesh and a woman, she belongs to the kind of person who looks thin and undressed.

There are a lot of abs that should be there, and the line is still the kind that people can't hold when they look at it.

Remembering the first time we met before, she quietly touched the handfuls, and they felt really good.

If it weren't for the face of those abdominal muscles, Su Yixian wouldn't have been cheeky enough to stay here.

After all, she is a serious person, except for admiring this line art, there is nothing else to think about.

After drinking the water, Su Yixian once again climbed onto the bed, and when he passed by Mo Qianyan, his hand slipped inadvertently, and the whole person accidentally fell on Mo Qianyan's body.

At that moment, the little hand that had nowhere to put it subconsciously moved away from the strong chest, and then came to the waist and abdomen in a panic......