The night at the end of summer was still a little stuffy, and Lu Zixin was only wearing a thin Hangzhou silk undershirt, sleeping sweetly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The window lattice was closed, the wind with the heat could not be swept in, and the slightest cool air could not be dissipated in the room, and the whole room was filled with the scent of jasmine that she had recently loved.

The faint fragrance is like the delicate face of a girl.

Afraid of scaring her again, Han Junxian gently knocked on the window of the silk veil, and the sound of the night song of the summer insects was almost inaudible.

Today is the night of the winter solstice, she opened her eyes and listened carefully for a while, it was the usual signal of Jinyiwei.

She walked lightly into the inner room, and saw that her girl was sleeping soundly, and there was no movement, so she went to the window, and before the candle was lit, she pushed the window open a small gap in the moonlight.

There was a note on the windowsill with only two words, "Quick back".

Dong Solstice looked back at the sleeping master, with some hesitation on his face.

It was not yet midnight, and it was still early in the morning, and if she was gone, who would serve the girl?

After thinking about it, after a while, she walked towards the side room, where Qingtan and Luxiang lived......

When there was no one in the room for a while, Han Jun immediately pushed harder, and Lu Zixin opened his eyes dimly from his sleep, half-asleep and half-awake, and asked, "Is it the winter solstice?" ”

"It's me." Han Jun replied before jumping through the window.

The man's unique deep voice makes people can't help but flutter in the moonlight, and the insects chirp for a moment.

Lu Zixin finally reacted.

Didn't Han Jun just come here in the afternoon? Why is it here again?

Remembering that the last time he was like this at night, sitting on the edge of his bed and talking, his face was already red, and he hurriedly grabbed a few coats and draped them on his body.

Han Jun had already walked over.

The moonlight like water could not shine into the closed woman's boudoir, and in the darkness I could only vaguely see a girl sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the clothes and tying them with both hands, looking at her girl's house in puzzlement, a pair of eyes were clear, as if they were filled with all the shining stars tonight, brilliant and bright, clear as a stream.

He saw himself draw closer in her eyes.

Lu Zixin watched him get closer and closer, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

"Squeak", suddenly a low sound of pushing the door sounded, and then there was a deliberately suppressed footsteps coming to the inner room, Lu Zixin felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped, he held his breath in surprise, and his eyes were very innocent.

Han Jun smiled lightly, went to the couch familiarly, and put down the yarn tent embroidered with begonia flowers in red color.

This kind of thing, once born and twice cooked!

His robe still carried the heat from the outside and the faint scent of ink, sweeping on her, and the cold delicate skin suddenly trembled.

In the next moment, the person was already lying in a thin quilt embroidered with light green lotus flowers.

As if infected by his calmness, Lu Zixin's heartbeat strangely began to slowly calm down, that person's breath was hot and long, and the whole curtain was full of familiar and delicious smells on his body.

She felt that she must be crazy, and her face was getting thicker.

Lu Xiang had already walked in, Xu was afraid of disturbing the master's rest, so he didn't hold the lamp, but just glanced at it quietly, and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he retreated again, lay down in the place where he had just fallen asleep on the winter solstice, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Fang Cai came to her on the winter solstice, saying that she suddenly had a terrible stomachache, and asked her to help take a one-night shift, so Lu Xiang naturally would not be suspicious.

The insect chirped high and low again, I don't know how long it took, Lu Zixin only felt that his body was so stiff that it was not his own, and there was obviously an ice basin in the house, but there was still a thin layer of fine sweat.

She couldn't help but twist a few times, wanting to change her posture.

Han Jun was covering the quilt, probably not paying attention when he was lying down, his tender white arm was facing the side of his face, and he could feel all the evenly hot breath sprayed on it, causing a burst of trembling, and he couldn't move, he could only bear it, how could there be any reason not to sweat?

In fact, Han Jun also felt warm.

Although the summer quilt is thin, he is covered in the quilt, and the fragrance of the little girl's body is in his nose, although it is light, it is more breathtaking than the strong fragrance, the nineteen-year-old man is already an adult, it is the age of blood and qi, and there is not even a room around him, so it is inevitable that there will be ups and downs.

Lu Zixin moved, and hit the bridge of his tall nose.

The hot and humid breath suddenly stuck to one of her lotus arms, and both of them were stunned and couldn't react.

After a while, Lu Zixin only felt that the hot place seemed to be about to burn, starting from her arm, her whole body was scorching hot, she panicked in her heart, and hurriedly wanted to withdraw.

But he was held down by a big palm and couldn't move.

Han Jun's palms were also as hot as breathing, and his slender and powerful fingers held the woman's silky, delicate and plump and soft skin, and his fingertips were slightly rough because of the pen and sword, and the tender flesh was pressed to the ground.

Lu Zixin only felt that the breathing on his body became heavier and shorter.

She was suddenly a little scared.

Because she felt herself trembling slightly.

The big palm on his arm rubbed it lightly twice, and Lu Zixin trembled even more.

Han Jun had already poked his head out of the quilt, thinking that he would be unable to hold it back after being depressed in it for a long time, but when he saw Lu Zixin's jade-like face, he felt that he had made a wrong decision.

It is almost a face to the ground distance.

Lu Zixin's porcelain-white skin was already crimson, a pair of wet big eyes were facing him, the curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be water in it.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

The man's handsome facial features were getting closer and closer, and Lu Zixin felt that he might be too nervous, so that he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, and wanted to pull his hand out of the quilt to resist, but he couldn't.

There was something moist and soft that fell on the eyelashes, as if it was treating the most precious treasure in the world, this kiss, both light and pitiful.

She blinked involuntarily.

The curved and thick eyelashes swept between Han Jun's lips and nose, bringing a burst of itching and throbbing.

Moving his gaze downward, it was his beloved's pretty nose and red and moist lips, which were opening and closing slightly at this time, as if inviting him to taste Fang Ze.

Her sweet scent has a bewitching magic.

Before he had time to think about it, Han Jun had already caught it, like a traveler walking in the desert, finally found the holy spring that quenched his thirst, and immediately knelt down on it and began to plunder and taste it wantonly.

"Hmm......" Lu Zixin's breath was all swallowed into his stomach, and he couldn't escape a bit.