I laughed more and more happily, and said, "It's the husband himself who doesn't understand the style/feelings, why do you blame the concubine for not being in good health?" ”

Lan Sheng smiled and said angrily: "I don't understand the wind/feelings? If I don't understand the wind/love, I will rush back to see you like this, to comfort the pain of lovesickness? ”

I pursed my lips and glanced at him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lan Sheng suddenly pecked me on the lips and said, "You only drew two circles on it, how can I understand?" You say, did you deliberately play tricks on me? ”

I put my hands on his shoulders and whispered, "I didn't." ”

"Dare you say you don't?" He smiled and pinched my waist with his hand.

I couldn't help but giggle, hunched over, and buried my head in his arms.

His hand pinched my waist lightly and heavily, making me feel extremely itchy.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stammered, "Husband, spare your life...... The concubine confessed her mistake...... Still can't do it? ”

His hand finally stopped, lifted my chin, and said with a smile: "It's not enough to just talk, how are you going to apologize?" ”

I pursed my lips and smiled, rolled my eyes, and said with a smile: "The concubine body 'fights all her life', and she also wants to 'do your best to enjoy your day'." ”

Lan Sheng smiled and sighed: "Sure enough, in terms of wind/love, I really can't match my wife as a husband." ”

My face was hot and I turned my head away from him.

Lan Sheng leaned over and kissed me on the cheek a few times, and said softly, "Madame called 'San Lang' to listen." ”

It wasn't the first time he'd asked for it.

I endured my shame and called out sweetly: "San Lang." ”

On weekdays, I don't feel anything when I call him like this to others, but when I call him alone, I feel a little ambiguous/ambiguous.

He looked at me with tenderness in his eyes.

I asked, "Does Saburo like me to call it that?" ”

He laughed and said, "Don't you think the name sounds stiff?" When you call me 'Saburo', I think you're very gentle. ”

Part of the reason for calling him Lan Sheng is that I'm used to it, and part of the reason is that I'm not the kind of person who likes to show emotions, and the title "San Lang" has too much attachment flavor in it.

But when I thought about what he had just said, I grabbed a handle, and I feigned anger and asked him, "Then you mean, I'm not usually gentle?" ”

He was stunned, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Madam misunderstood, for the husband to say, Madame is usually very gentle, and even more so when she calls me San Lang." ”

I gently squeezed him and said, "Poor mouth! ”

He laughed and said, "Otherwise, Madame should say that I don't understand the wind/love again." Then he stretched out his hand and took me into his arms, and begged, "Madame call me a few more times." ”

I was held in his arms and couldn't move, my face was very close to him, and his burning gaze was like a torch, so that I didn't dare to raise my eyes.

I lowered my eyes and said softly, "San Lang." ”

He didn't answer, so I slowly raised my head and said again: "San Lang......"

As soon as the words fell, he was silenced, although his movements were fierce, but they were a little more warm than in the afternoon, which made me gradually feel a little emotional.

Each other's breathing became heavier, and Lan Sheng's body slowly pressed towards me.

I whispered in the air room, "Go to the couch...... Good no good? ”

He mumbled a "hmm" and sucked hard a few more times before Fang left my lips.

I caught a glimpse of the letterheads scattered on the bed, picked them up, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and put the letters away and put them in the little study." ”

Lan Sheng hugged my waist and refused to let me go, I smiled and said, "Then can you go with me?" ”

Only then did he stand up and said, "Just right, go and see what Madame is doing at home." But the hand still didn't let go.

Lan Sheng stuck to my back like a dog's skin plaster, and I was restrained from walking with elbows, so I could only stumble forward with him.

As I walked, I pulled his hand around my waist and said, "Lan Sheng, you are like this, I can't walk." ”

He suddenly lifted me off the ground, put his chin against the back of my head, and threatened me, "What do you call me?" ”

I giggled and said, "San Lang, good San Lang, let me down." ”

He gently lowered me down and walked side by side with me on my shoulder.

Walking to a windowsill near the small study, Lan Sheng took a candle.

The study is small, and a single candle is enough to illuminate the whole room.

I walked over to the shelf and brought a wooden box to the table, Lan Sheng leaned over to look at it, and asked, "What treasures are in it?" ”

I quipped, "There is everything but gold, silver, and jewelry." ”

Lan Sheng put his hand into the box, and as soon as I grabbed his wrist, I said, "What to do?" Then he smiled and said, "San Lang wants to rob my baby?" ”

He hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "What? Didn't you have this honor to open your eyes for your husband? ”

"How dare you?" I said, letting go of his hand with some trepidation.

The contents of the box are very cluttered, most of them are poems, and the rest are short dramas.

Lan Sheng took out a stack of papers, looked at them carefully by the dim candlelight, and after looking at them for a while, he said, "These are all newly written by you?" ”

"Well," I said softly, "it's written in the past." ”

He smiled and joked to me, "Madame is more true than Yang Taizhen, and likes to write such beautiful sounds." ”

"How is this the 'sound of glamour'?" I asked rhetorically.

Lan Sheng frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "Three of the two sentences are not separated from grievances. He smiled and said, "How can such words make people feel good when they read them?" No wonder Madame's body is always so delicate. ”

I gave him a sneering look and pinched his arm with my hand.

Lan Sheng said again: "Let me see again, why does the woman in this word have so many grievances? Then, as if suddenly realized, he said, "Oh, it turns out that it's because 'sitting alone and lying alone' is because I'm always alone." ”

Then he wondered, "Doesn't this woman like to be associated with others?" I'll take a look at ...... The girl next door asked her to play, but she didn't go. Does this woman have no other friends? Hey? There's a 'Xiao Lang' here. Who is this 'Xiao Lang'? ”

Lan Sheng's inquiring gaze looked at me.

I put the paper back and said, "Just a few poems." ”

Lan Sheng didn't give up, and asked me, "Then which is this 'Xiao Lang'?" ”

I smiled and said, "Except for San Lang, I will collectively refer to the other men as 'Xiao Lang'." He also explained: "It's just that I saw some things, felt something, and recited a few poems." ”

Lan Sheng asked me again, "Then why don't you have me in your poems?" ”

I smiled and took out the / circle word / and put it in front of his eyes and said, "Which is this addressed to?" ”

Lan Sheng smiled.

I said again: "Didn't Saburo say, these are the sounds of the slightest?" How do I get Saburo in it? (To be continued.) )