The little bun is developing, only a small white steamed bun is bulging, and there seems to be a hard lump in the middle, not to mention hitting the solid chest like an iron block, even if you pinch it gently, it hurts terribly.

Qin Chuyan's soft feeling of his big palm covering the small bun shocked his heart, so petite, soft and tiny. Gently exercising, the reversed meridians brought a burst of fishy sweetness in his mouth, and he quietly swallowed the blood back, he carefully observed Qin Muyu's expression, and saw that she frowned slightly at the beginning and pursed her lips to the slightly relaxed expression in the back.

"Are you feeling better?"

When Qin Muyu heard this, he opened his eyes that were closed because of the pain, and just met Qin Chuyan's black eyes looking at him, there was unspeakable worry in those eyes, and there were dark and dull things that he couldn't understand but made people blush and heartbeat even more. The villain in Qin Muyu's heart is also fingering at each other, on the one hand, there is a feeling of shame that makes her want to escape the big hand on her chest, and her intuition tells her that it is not right to be so close; On the other hand, it's really comfortable, and the warm feeling that I have never felt before relieves the pain that is more severe than thousands of pins and needles. In her previous life, she became the leader of the beggar gang, and when her life improved slightly, her pain was never relieved, she has always dressed up in men's clothes, and she has never asked others these questions, but she just feels that it is normal to feel pain, anyway, she generally has dark injuries everywhere on her body.

There was some inexplicable twisting, and she let out a soft "um", like a kitten scratching for no reason. Qin Chuyan's lower abdomen suddenly surged with a hot current, and he couldn't control the strength in his hand, so he couldn't help but pinch the little little thing that had already made him feel excited.

"Ah~ it hurts...... Hurt ......" screamed, his eyes were filled with mist again, his little face was swollen and red, he couldn't understand whether it was uncomfortable or painful, and there was a little strange feeling of comfort that Qin Muyu could only scream to cover up.

Qin Chuyan's eyes darkened, and the darkness quickly receded. It's the second time today, because I can't control the strength and makes the rain hurt. Why does the little bun on her chest make her so uncomfortable? The heat dissipated, and his heart was full of concern, he really wanted to hurt Yu'er for himself, and don't let her suffer. It was really reckless just now, what are you pinching...... Thinking like this, his body stiffened again, and the small hard touch seemed to be even stronger in his fingertips and the softness under his hands.

What's wrong with you? Both of them fell into an unknown emotion, no one spoke for a long time, Qin Muyu's body stiffened and he couldn't lie down or get up, seeing Qin Chuyan helping her "rub" the little bun with a serious and guilty face, she restrained the urge to open the big hand. Although, it's really getting more and more comfortable.

Qin Chuyan naturally felt Yu'er's stiffness, but he only thought that Yu'er was hurt by him, so he got rid of distracting thoughts and massaged the two small buns that made Yu'er uncomfortable more carefully and gently. But she didn't know that this would only make her more unbearable.

It is clear from the facts that it is not possible to communicate without communication. Qin Muyu, who was trying to divert her attention, thought in a daze, but if it was Xue Candle, she would definitely understand her discomfort. Is that really the case? Qin Muyu, Qin Muyu, have you forgotten, that smiling fox is a real carnivore, and it really fell into his hands, hum.

The room was quiet, Qin Muyu didn't know why, he especially wanted to hum or scream to vent some inexplicable emotions, but he just bit his lip and suffocated his little face.

Let's rescue her alone...... As I thought to myself, there was a knock at the door.

"Master, the little one is here to bring bath water."

"Come in!" Almost couldn't wait, she hurried to arrive, but she didn't know that the ** who had been suppressed for a long time inadvertently overflowed the corners of her mouth and made her blush again.

Qin Chuyan saw Qin Muyu, who was blushing, with a smile in his eyes, but he didn't take out his hand, and he was still "massaging" unhurriedly.

As a result, when the shopkeeper opened the door, he saw such a scene - the little boy was lying on the top of the man with a bronzed upper body, his eyes were shining with water, his face was red as if he had crossed a layer of rouge, and the small mouth opened his mouth and made a soft and glutinous small ** sound, which was much more tempting than his own girls. And the son, who had been in a coma since noon, only glanced at him with cold sword eyebrows, and his hairs stood up unconsciously, which was clearly a strong murderous aura! He subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, but he was so frightened by the man's terrifying aura that he didn't dare to move. But, but...... He clearly saw the man's hand stretched out to the little boy's ...... The little boy's clothes are ...... No wonder the little boy has a spring glow on his face... It's so beautiful and delicious that even he looks at it...... Sky......

The shopkeeper lowered his head and blushed and retreated with a faster pace than delivering dinner, during which his left leg stumbled and his right leg almost didn't fall.

Qin Muyu was even more amused in her heart, but she also thanked the shopkeeper for helping her solve this embarrassment. But every time it's like a wolf chasing after the ass, is it really okay for such a hairy and frizzy guy to use?

"Brother Yan, I'm going to take a bath." I didn't know how to tell Qin Chuyan to ask him to take out his hand, she could only look at Qin Chuyan with a blank eye, hoping that they would be able to "have a soul", and Brother Yan would understand what she meant.

Nodding, Qin Chuyan pulled his hand out of his soft chest, raised his hand slightly, and didn't dare to touch the small tip that made his heart hot, but he stretched his clothes out of a bulge. The two of them watched wordlessly as the bulge slowly swirled down from their chests, and finally a large bronze hand stretched out from under their clothes.

Qin Muyu couldn't wait to run away, but for some reason her legs were a little weak, and she stumbled like the shopkeeper, Qin Chuyan scooped her into her arms in time, looking at her pink and delicate little face, her mind turned back and forth inexplicably. He is really getting stranger and stranger, but these strange emotions are not annoying, and they make him inexplicably a little happy.

Qin Muyu only felt that her face was even drier, and pushed away Qin Chuyan's embrace, but accidentally touched the scar on Qin Chuyan's chest, she withdrew her hand to see if the wound had been touched and bleeding, and finally turned around and ran behind the bathing screen with a red face and a little embarrassed.

"Brother Yan, do you want to wash it too?" Breathing steadily, waiting to soak in the warm water, looking at the pink petals floating on the water, Qin Muyu was speechless for a while.

Looking at the little brother who was already holding his head high under him, Qin Chuyan was still half-leaning on the head of the bed, and his eyes turned uncontrollably to the corner of the room where Qin Muyu was.

"Together?" Qin Chuyan couldn't have imagined that he would have such a bad taste one day.

"What!!"

The shopkeeper stumbled out of the door, wiped his face, and the embarrassed expression on his face became calm as if it had been wiped away, and the frizzy appearance in the room was almost like two people.

He didn't go to the kitchen, but went up to the third floor, where idlers were not allowed to enter, and even guests could not enter.

Unlike the magnificence and exquisite style on the first and second floors, the third floor is simply not even painted on the corridor, and the red and black color looks a little terrible in the moonlight that only shows a few points.

After the shopkeeper went upstairs, he turned right directly into the nearest door, took out the key from his arms, inserted the door lock, and then he patted lightly on the three places on the right wall, and heard the door lock "bang-" opened. The shopkeeper pulled out the key and pushed the door in his arms again.

There are no windows in the house, but there are night pearls with the size of a dragon's eye inlaid around, illuminating the room. Surrounded by bookshelves leading to the roof, with clear files, and in the center of the room was a desk with a letter with undried ink.

Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous place as placing clutter would have such a mystery.

The shopkeeper sat down and continued to write the letters he hadn't finished writing that afternoon. With a few more words, he bowed his head and read it again from beginning to end, making sure that nothing was missing, and then went out with the letter in his hand. The door to the room was closed again.

It was already seven days after the letter reached the recipient. The fifteen-day drive from Danzhou to the imperial capital was compressed into seven days just for a letter, and I don't know how many horses were killed on the way, but no one cared. Because the person who receives the letter is not short of horses, and even less of money.

Yingmo Pavilion is a private room specially set up for Oiran Mozhu.

Stroking the qin, Mo Zhu, who lived in the golden house, felt that his heart had already been bound by the man in front of him. Nowadays, he composes poems and music every day, but not for the injustice of fate, but his white lotus is in the mud, but he is like a bone-like lingering thought.

But what about Xue Candle? He is the wind, no one can keep him, she is now doing things for him, building an intelligence network to sort out information, his respect and trust make her feel at ease and sweet, but the uneasiness still spreads like spring grass: she never knows what he is thinking behind that smiling face.

I don't know if all the Qinglou women he cherishes are like her, playing the piano and waiting for him to fall asleep, he was silently asked to leave. But she must have been the most infatuated with him, she was different from him, and one day he would fall in love with him as much as she had with him. This is Mozhu's self-confidence in herself, and she also has the capital of self-confidence.

Today, she wanted to say a few more words to Xue Candle, and just came back from Danzhou, she came directly to her and wanted to listen to her piano by name. The fingertips gently hooked a lingering timbre on the piano, which was the "Yuluo" piano that Xue Candle specially found for her from Daqi, and they all said that looking at the world today, only he can play the unparalleled treasure qin in the world. With a bit of self-acceptance, Mo Zhu looked at Xue Zhu with inexpressible feelings in his eyes.

brought back a white cat from Danzhou, but for some reason the son threw the white cat on the ground as soon as he entered the door, sat directly on the bed, holding a letter in his hand, and his expression was different from before. At first, I didn't seem to like it with pleasure, and my smile faded a little.

Xue ...... Xue Gongzi, but what's the difficulty? Stopping the sound of the piano, Mo Zhu asked slightly worriedly.

The more she talked to Xue Candle, the more infatuated she became with him, and after being infatuated, she became more restrained.

God is pitiful.

"Hmm. You said. "I thought about it for a moment, and then I continued." Men and men...... How? Xue Zhu even frowned, looked at Mo Zhu very seriously, and asked her to answer.

Mo Zhu silently swallowed the horror in his heart, could it be that Xue Gongzi was not close to her, but a good man? It doesn't look like it. Mo Zhu pondered for a while and replied, "This man and man are not acting on the right path. How...... How can it not be compared to being happy with a woman......" After speaking, he blushed, this is from others, so will Xue Gongzi think she is frivolous Meng Lang? After all, a woman from a good family...... Maybe it's just because she is a Qinglou woman that Xue Gongzi asks himself such a question. Thinking about it like this, I feel a little sorry for myself.

While comforting herself that Xue Gongzi was her bosom friend and the person who loved her, she was conflicted in her heart, she raised her eyes and looked at Xue Candle carefully, but was horrified to find that only Xue Candle didn't even bother to take care of her smile, and her brows were furrowed even deeper.

Little one, you're really ignorant. Xue Zhu pinched the letter's hand and couldn't help but tighten three points. Then why is Brother so good? He's just woken up, and you can't wait to ......!

It seems that it is really a bad little wild cat!

The fluffy little white cat, who had climbed into bed to sleep at some point, seemed to sense something, meowed twice, and fell silent again.

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