Qingruo got up in the morning to make breakfast in the kitchen, the yard is small, and the kitchen and the room are very close. As soon as Lin Zhao woke up, he called her in the bed at the top of his voice, "Sister, sister, ......"

Qing Ruo answered, put down the things in his hand and entered the room.

He was still rolling on the bed, and when he heard footsteps, he didn't look at her, and rolled all the way to the foot of the bed, "Sister! Good morning kiss! ”

Roll to the edge of the bed and raise your head high and wait for Qingruo's good morning kiss.

Qingruo bent down and kissed him on the forehead, he sent the left side of his cheek, kissed the left cheek, and then sent the right cheek sideways......

He was satisfied with kissing, stood up with a bulging little belly, hugged Qingruo's neck, and kissed her forehead perfunctorily as if reluctantly, "Sister, I want to wear new clothes." ”

Qingruo only made the clothes for him yesterday, and he has already remembered it today.

"Okay, but you have to love clean, don't get dirty, don't break ......"

Lin Zhao covered his ears, his little face wrinkled and he didn't want to listen, it was too terrible when he was chattering.

Qingruo frowned and opened his mouth to bite him and scare him, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and learned the cry of the little tiger, and his two hands were stretched out on both sides, and he pounced towards Qingruo with his teeth and claws.

Qingruo hugged him and patted his buttocks, "Naughty." ”

She used a little force, Lin Zhao pouted, rubbed her ass with one hand, rubbed her shoulder, and was soft like a kitten, but her mouth muttered quietly, "Bad~"

The worst word he would use now is 'bad'.

After breakfast, Qingruo was washing the dishes, and Linzhao, who was beaming in new clothes, ran in from outside, pulling Qingruo's clothes and dangling coquettishly, "Sister, I want to go out to play." ”

"Well, go ahead, stay safe."

When he was summoned, Qingruo looked down at him, he also just raised his head, and a small hand stretched out, "Sister, give me some money." I want to eat sugar gourds. ”

Qingruo's hands were not clean, and he nodded and asked him to wait for a while.

Lin Zhao couldn't stand still for a minute when he was like a worm on his body, looking at Qingruo washing the dishes with his eyes, staring at the bowl and wrinkling his little face with a bitter hatred.

Qingruo put the money in his hand after washing the dishes, and only halfway through his explanation, his little body had already run out of the yard and disappeared.

…… Calling. Qingruo sighed, you won't be angry and angry in the future, right?

Although the money from selling the Night Pearl is enough for them to live for a while, but they are not sure how long they will be here, Qingruo is still doing some embroidery work to earn money.

In the afternoon, she embroidered a fan, and the footsteps were mixed with crying, and the soft voice was blurred because of crying, "Sister ~ Sister ~"

Qingruo took the needlework scissors on the table aside, and threw herself into her arms crying, and the hot and wet tears on her little face rubbed all on her clothes. Qingruo picked up the person and sat on her lap, brushed away his hand to rub his eyes, his eyes were red from crying, and he took out a handkerchief and gently blew it while gently wiping his tears, "Nuan Yang is not crying, what's wrong?" ”

He cried so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, and he struggled to speak.

Qingruo kissed his forehead and hugged and coaxed him for a while.

stopped crying, and Lin Zhao hiccuped a little, "Hiccup~ Sister, your clothes are broken...... Woo woo, hiccup ~ Nuan Yang didn't mean it......"

He pulled the corner of the hem of his clothes to show Qing Ruo, and sure enough, a piece of it was broken, and the threads in the corners were squirming, looking like they had fallen to the point of rubbing against a stone.

Qingruo rolled up his trouser legs and looked at them, there was no injury on his leg, "How did you get it, did you fall?" ”

Qingruo was not angry, and the hand behind him gently patted him to calm him. Lin Zhao was not so afraid, and said with a hiccup. I ran in a hurry, I fell, and my new clothes broke.

Qingruo kissed his forehead, "Does the warm sun hurt when she falls?" ”

The big teary eyes tilted their heads with tears, and they were soft with a little grievance, "It hurt just now." It doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Qingruo rubbed him again, "Sister doesn't blame Nuan Yang, you can do it again if your clothes are broken." However, after the warm sun, you can't run and fall yourself, so be careful. My sister will be worried, you know? ”

Nuan Yang stared at her, and said softly and slowly, smiling sweetly and cutely, and nodding heavily, "Well, Nuan Yang remembers." Sticking out the chubby little finger, "Let's pull the hook!" ”

"Pull the hook!"

Folk begging festival, there are lantern exhibitions and lantern riddles and other activities on the street at night, the vendors outside began to set up stalls early, and when the warm sun came back, he saw it, and when he stopped crying, he urged Qing to take him to play.

Qingruo coaxed to eat dinner and went out.

The red lights on the street want to connect with the neighbors, and the street vendor stalls are lit up with lights and candles, and you can see that there are all kinds of lanterns on the street in the past. Young men and women walked in pairs, laughing and laughing.

The streets were crowded, but everyone smiled happily and kindly, and occasionally rubbed shoulders and smiled at each other. It makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Qingruo held Linzhao, he was so excited that he couldn't do it, like a little lion who opened the way, and took her through the lively streets.

He can't guess the lantern riddle, but the lantern is beautiful, and he wants to put the lantern when he is called.

The two of them picked a lantern in the shape of a small tiger and went all the way to the moat.

There are already a lot of people who have come together, and the stars on the river are full of all kinds of lanterns.

Lin Zhao squatted by the river and carefully put the lantern into the river, puffed out his cheeks and blew at it, and pointed to the lantern seriously, "You must float to the river god Grandpa~"

I was tired of playing, and when I went home, I just walked for a while, and I took Qingruo's hand and shook it coquettishly, "Sister hugs it~Nuan Yang is so tired~"

Qingruo used the condition that he would get up tomorrow and fold the quilt by himself in exchange for carrying him home.

When she got home, Linzhao was almost asleep, Qingruo bent down and put him on the bed, Linzhao's hand was still pinching the clothes on her shoulder, and she pouted, "Sister kiss." ”

Qingruo kissed his forehead, "Sleep." Shrewd. ”

He twisted his body, opened his large, misty eyes, and pointed to his mouth, "Kiss the mouth." ”

Qingruo was stunned for a moment, and Lin Zhao continued, "There is a big brother kissing the mouth of the big sister by the river tonight, and the sister also wants to kiss the mouth of the warm sun~"

"......" There are children by the river don't know, these people ......

Qingruo couldn't help it, so she bent down and touched his mouth.

Just as he was about to get up, his neck was circled, and his lips were pressed together again.

I didn't have time to get up and speak, the back of my head was already clasped by a big and thick and warm palm, and the fierce and domineering kiss left no room for it.

Lin Zhao let go of Qingruo first, the small clothes on his body had been torn, and he had already pulled the quilt next to him with one hand to cover it before letting go of Qingruo.

Qingruo stood up with her eyes closed and coughed lightly, "I'll go out first...... "You should calm down."

Before she finished the second half of her sentence, Lin Zhao took her hand.

"Qingruo~"

Qingruo can't describe the voice that called her just now, gentle, distressed, and lingering longing for time. Just two words, it already made her heart sour and her eyes hurt.

Qingruo opened her eyes. He had half sat up on the bed, his sturdy upper body exposed to the air, with graceful lines, and a face that was even more astonishing and perfect than before, with silver hair flowing smoothly, and sharp corners sprinkled onto the bed, reflecting in the orange light and filling the room.

Lin Zhao was looking down at her hands, holding his hands one by one, he lowered his head, if he couldn't see his feelings clearly, he could only see his pursed lips, and his chin was tightened into a sharp corner, with a sharp sense of sharpness.

Lin Zhao lowered his head and approached her hand, the warm and humid breath slowly approached between exhalation and inhalation, starting from the fingertips, his lips, his tongue, and swirling her hand from the fingertips, phalanges, and backs of the fingers, inch by inch occupied and eroded by his breath.

The itch from the blood to the bones spread throughout the body, and Qingruo couldn't help but shrink her body.

His smell came overwhelmingly, cold and quiet with the cold fragrance of grass and trees.

Qingruo had been carried to the bed by him in the blink of an eye and pressed under him.

Lin Zhao's eyes were red, with tears in his eyes, and he did not fall.

With a distressed heart, Yu Mantian rejoiced in his affection.

Qingruo put his hands together on his chest, and his big hands wrapped around him were tightly sealed, Lin Zhao looked at her, his chin was separated from the four hands, "I still remember the first time I saw you." Your hand rests on the clock, and it's perfect like a piece of art that the world presents at its finest. ”

Qingruo smiled, "How does your body feel?" ”

He lay □□ against her, the gentle warmth of his body cascading through his clothes.

Lin Zhao sighed lightly, "I'm fine. But I'm so distressed. "Without cultivation, she still has a child, how much hardship she has experienced during this time, he only needs to look at her hands.

The four hands were close to each other, and Qingruo's palms slowly sticked to fine sweat.

She heard the gentle voice that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, "It's me who is wrong, I should compromise and treasure you so that you don't feel so distressed now." ”

Lin Zhao helped her undress, the broken fabric on the bed was swept to the ground, and Qingruo was hugged into her arms, and the warmth spread from the skin of the two people, a kind of warmth that made people indulge to death without regret or complaint.

Lin Zhao put his chin on the top of her hair, and one hand interlocked with her ten fingers, "Do you want to go back to the immortal realm?" ”

This place must not be able to stay any longer, a living child is gone, and a silver-haired beautiful man has emerged, there are too many problems, it is better to change places directly.

The two of them interlocked their fingers, Qingruo leaned on his strong chest, and his body, which had been tense recently, felt tired because of relaxation, and rubbed the pillow, "Whatever." The words have taken on a hazy sleepiness.

Lin Zhao bowed his head and kissed the top of her hair, "Sleep." ”

"Hmm~"

The breathing of the person in his arms gradually smoothed out and became long.

Lin Zhao hooked his lips, and the spell that had already surged to his fingertips in his palm pressed back into his body.

No, no, no, she had suffered so much hard and her hands had turned from soft to rough, and her white skin was stained with marks, and he was too bastard with a spell to restore his original state.

Lin Zhao actually wanted to destroy the miè world at the moment when he came over, and he couldn't accept that the idiot who was still wronged in front of Qingruo was him.

But Qingruo is kissing him. His innocence is kissing him.

Reaching out to pull her was a completely subconscious reflex.

The hand he touched was strange but familiar with the touch in his memory, the strangeness came from the calling, and the familiarity came from the warm sun.

Qingruo took him with him at that time, a small one, and he didn't seem to know anything except to be coquettish.

She has no cultivation, and she has to relearn many things in life, such as lighting a fire, cooking, laundry, and doing housework. Including taking care of him when he was sick.

Lin Zhao rubbed her little hands, very glad that he was a bastard at the beginning, and he wanted to die with her, so he simply won the bet. That vague but anti-heavenly exercise really brought him to the last step.

If it was now, without 200% certainty, he would definitely not be willing to take any more risks from her.

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Qingruo, Qingruo.

Can you hear my heart?

Every time you beat, your name is called.

Qingruo.

- Black Box