Some poets who follow the style of literature and art like to use the word ** to describe this most primitive movement of human beings.

Of course, Yan Murong didn't know what ** was, the old man taught him a lot of things, but he didn't teach him these things.

Teng Xiangling curled up on the bed, the color on the sheets was particularly conspicuous, and at the same time, it also marked her complete entry into the army of women - although many women don't care about this now.

However, Teng Xiangling's current mood is still extremely complicated.

Aggrieved? Grievance. She didn't expect Yan Murong to be such a bastard and use force on her—but it all seemed to be something she had provoked. If you don't provoke him and provoke him, how can this happen?

But what about grievances? According to her promise, she also said that she had indeed promised Yan Murong, and if Yan Murong helped her, she would be Yan Murong's woman - but this day came so quickly that she was not mentally prepared at all.

"I'm sorry—" Yan Murong opened her mouth and said guiltily. I thought to myself, maybe it was because I had dealt with wild beasts too much before, and I was infected with some beasts unconsciously.

"Are you satisfied?" Teng Xiangling pulled the quilt, covered himself, and said coldly.

"I'm sorry." Yan Murong, who had just finished making excuses for himself, lowered his head again.

He really has nothing to say now, he is still a yellow flower girl, how can he use this method to take away someone's body?

"Excuse me? Did it work? Teng Xiangling snorted coldly.

"I don't know." Yan Murong said firmly. "I'll be responsible for you, though, trust me."

"What are you responsible for me?" Teng Xiangling asked questioningly. "Can you marry me?"

"I'm not going to know." Yan Murong said hesitantly.

Indeed, he really didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to marry Teng Xiangling.

Although she is not interested in Su Qingwu, and she has nothing to do with her, but according to Huaxia law, they are indeed husband and wife who have received a marriage certificate, which is an indisputable fact, marry another one? Damn, even if his dad is bullish, the law won't allow him to do this - otherwise how could there be so many juniors and seniors and the like? If it weren't illegal to marry two, I'm afraid there would be more men who wouldn't be able to marry wives now.

"Then forget it."

"What's the matter?" Yan Murong Zhen was wandering outside the world, thinking about how to deal with this matter, when he heard Teng Xiangling say such a sentence.

"I'll be arched by a pig." Teng Xiangling said lightly.

Yan Murong pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

He really couldn't do it better.

For Su Qingwu, he doesn't have a cold, and he doesn't know why, let's say I'm afraid, it's only when he was a child.

At that time, he was not sensible, his mind was immature, and he only knew that he was sued by Su Qingwu for his miserable fate, so he subconsciously had a certain fear of her, but after so many years, Yan Murong could not just look at Su Qingwu with his thoughts when he was a child - the problem is that, in a popular phrase now, he and Su Qingwu did not call at all.

Since the raw rice has been cooked into rice, oh no, it should be said that I made it too much, and the rice was not made, but was boiled into a pot of porridge.

Well, whether it's rice or porridge, Yan Murong doesn't care anymore, how can he eat it or not?

Feeling a chill coming from his body, Yan Murong cheekily pulled Lateng Xiangling's cup and wrapped himself in it.

A senior once said that no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will catch a cold if she lies in bed with her bare ass.

But he forgot one thing - a man lying there with a bare ass will also catch a cold.

To Yan Murong's surprise, Teng Xiangling did not refuse, nor did he dodge, but leaned himself into Yan Murong's arms again.

"Am I your woman?"

"Yes." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "But I can't really promise you anything right now."

"I know." Teng Xiangling replied lightly. "Aren't you men like that?"

"Which one?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Eating from the bowl, thinking about the pot, looking at the pot - the red flag at home does not fall, and the colorful flags flutter outside." After a pause, Teng Xiang Lingcai said. "Am I a bunting?"

"Uh-" Yan Murong's head was covered with white hair and sweat.

How can this be answered? Do you want to say yes?

"You don't have to answer me." Teng Xiangling said softly. "Now that it's happened, there's no room for undo – even if you say you're sorry. What can you compensate me? An eighty dollar virgin ~ hymen? ”

Yan Murong licked her lips, and wanted to tell her that eighty yuan was too expensive, and the advertisement he read on the back seat of the bus in the morning could be paid for three hundred yuan a year.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong still didn't say it. If he said it, it was estimated that Teng Xiangling would fight with him with a kitchen knife.

"Did you know that you hurt me just now?" Teng Xiangling said suddenly.

"W-I'm sorry." Yan Murong said apologetically.

"It's okay." Teng Xiangling said generously. "It's just that I didn't appreciate the change in the process."

"What do you mean?" Yan Murong was even more puzzled.

What does she mean by that? A change in this process? What kind of process is changing? Do teenage girls become women?

"One more time." Teng Xiangling suddenly turned around, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Again?" Yan Murong was overjoyed. I also won the grand prize of opening a card, and I can do it again.

Damn, that's lucky.

"So- I'm coming?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.

He didn't know if Teng Xiangling was telling the truth or falsehood, so he simply asked to understand, and it didn't leave a bad impression on others, didn't he?

Teng Xiangling didn't speak, just nodded-

After a tumultuous movement, the room fell silent again.

Looking at Teng Xiangling, who had already fallen asleep, Yan Murong suddenly felt a trace of tranquility in his heart.

I don't know where to start, but he doesn't reject it very much, and thinks to himself - maybe this is the life he wants?

Find a woman you like and live a simple life.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong had a wry smile in his heart.

Easier said than done.

Even if he wanted to live this kind of life, some people wouldn't let him get his wish. The first one to jump out against it will definitely be the old man.

"Old man, how big of a hole did you dig for me?" Yan Murong sighed helplessly.

ps: Flowers, I want flowers!