Green tiles and gray walls, ancient trees towering to the sky.

Under the severe frost, the winter Zen temple is as silent as a painting on paper.

Even the slightest movement is a dazzle for the viewer's eyes.

The birds and finches that pecked at the grass seeds between the tiles stopped chirping, fearing that they would break the silence of this side.

It's like not daring to wake up from a dream that is all silent.

However, the winding path leads to the secluded place, and there is no deep spring.

In a small meditation room in the backyard, the fragrance was beautiful, and the gold tent was dragged to the ground, along with the scattered clothes, which were obviously loosened from the moment they entered.

Traces of urgency abound, making it unbearable to look at directly.

The Cantonese luodian bed against the wall was turned over by red waves, the rhyme was moaning, and the two meat worms were entangled like glue.

These two people actually did such a filthy thing in the land of pure cultivation, which was obviously bold and reckless.

In their hearts, the gods, Buddhas, rituals, and religions have become decorations.

After a fierce moment, there was a long silence, as quiet as death after a storm.

The incense of the golden furnace is exhausted, and the residual smoke is curling.

The man's fingers lingered on the woman's delicate skin, and the waist of the water snake under the thin quilt writhed lazily, and his sweet voice was hoarse: "Spare me!" People can't bear it. ”

The man chuckled: "If you can't get out of bed, so that you can make up for my lovesickness." ”

The woman's laughter was so coquettish that it was straight to the bones.

The delicate body of the spirit snake trembles and the branches tremble, leading people to fall deeply.

"What are you busy with?" After another reversal, the man asked in a low voice.

"I have nothing to do," said the woman, who was weak and weak, "but to serve her mother and do some needles." ”

"I don't believe you're so well-behaved," the man said, stroking the soft flesh on the woman's chest, "You are so goblin-like, are you the master of peace?" ”

The woman didn't say anything, a girl's face flashed in front of her eyes, obviously still childish, but she could always resolve the crisis with a light and skillful skill.

Could it be that she could not be a prophet?

Of course not, it's extremely smart and alert, and it seems that you really have to work hard to deal with her.

She turned over, straddled the man's waist with her jade legs, and found that the other party was a little absent-minded, so she blew into his face and said, "Which beauty are you thinking about?" ”

The man came back to his senses and said with a smile: "You little goblin has already fascinated me, how can you still think about other women?" You little jealous thing. ”

That being said, he was really thinking about someone just now.

has not yet grown into a girl, in his eyes is just a green fruit, far from the sweet and attractive age, but it is hung on the tip of the cardamom and not picked.

Things are often like this in the world, the more you can't get something, the more you want it, even if it is unremarkable, after you can't get it once or twice, it will become extraordinarily special.

We still have to continue to think of a way, there will always be a way.

The two have their own hearts and minds, and they welcome each other on the surface.

Physically, they take what they need, and they can be as free as they please.

And the heart is not something that can be easily shared. Their hearts are like a quagmire deep in a swamp, dark and rotten, and easily unrevealed.

"Three days later, it's a good day to worship the Buddha, will you still come?" The man asked.

"Still here?" The woman's enchanting eyes were slanted: "Isn't it okay to come too often?" ”

"I just think you're in extra interest every time you come here," the man said in a wicked tone, "more interesting than anywhere else." ”

The woman laughed and scolded, and said: "None of you men are well-intentioned, and you don't forget to make fun of others when you get cheap." ”

"I'm telling the truth," the man chuckled, "Tell me, my brother or me, which one do you love more?" ”

A flush flashed on the woman's face, and she pretended to be angry and said: "You two don't have any good things, I was coaxed by you, so I can only admit it, what else is there to say."

The man couldn't help laughing, hugged her and said, "I guess you love me more, after all, I'm your first man." My brother can only be counted as the second. ”

The woman stopped talking, and her face with a hint of fatigue lost its expression, like a finely carved puppet.

Thoughts are like a kite with a broken string, fluttering and swaying, falling straight into the abyss of the past.

It was two years ago in early spring February, the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival.

She got up early and dressed up beautifully and coquettishly, and took the car out of the city to greet the flower god.

At the East City Gate, where the carriage she was sitting in was squeezed off the road.

One person in the car couldn't cope with it, so she and her second sister in the same car had to get out of the car and stand on the side of the road at a loss.

At this time, Pian Pian rode to the front, and she raised her eyes to look, and her heart was like a deer.

The handsome young man with a prominent family background is a frequent visitor in her dreams.

It's a pity that his eyes fell more on the second sister on the side.

She knows that she is beautiful, but there are always people who say that the second sister is more beautiful than her.

Some people even say that the second sister is like the eldest lady of the Wei family - the famous beauty in the capital.

She is only on her face, but she disdains it in her heart, those people are just because the second sister is a concubine, so they are currying favor everywhere.

The two woods are more breathless than the clay figures, how can they compare to their own vivid color?

She was less than ten years old and could already draw eyebrows, sideburns, grease and powder, but unfortunately she could only draw in the mirror quietly in the room when no one was around.

She knew that the people in the family didn't like girls to dress up too much, and said that it was frivolous and unstable, which was not what everyone should look like.

She likes to corset her waist, but the second sister is tied up, which is simply perverse.

The boy drove the carriage onto the road, and the second sister lowered her head and hummed like a mosquito to thank her.

She didn't, she raised her carefully painted face and smiled sweetly at him, and even pretended to accidentally leave her handkerchief on the ground when she got into the car.

She knew that she was not reserved, but if she was reserved, she was afraid of missing him.

Feelings are such a thing, once they sprout, they will grow like wild grass, not to mention that there is jealousy in it.

She was going to snatch him up, and he wasn't allowed to look at anyone else.

Her heart is like a glass full of sweet wine, and with a gentle shake, the enthusiasm in it will spill out.

Sure enough, within three days, she saw him again in the crowd of incense in Xiangguo Temple, looked at each other, and knew it in her heart.

For the first tryst, her heart was beating fast.

In the small private room of the teahouse, she was hugged tightly, and then half pushed and half lost her body.

After several stealing periods, she knew the taste of this, and she couldn't give up more and more.

Until one day half a year later, she woke up in a secret room and found that the person lying next to her had been replaced by that person's brother!

She was terrified and tried to run away, but the other party once again plundered her.

When the tide of love surged, she succumbed to instinct.

She had known for a long time that she had a snake-like desire in her bones.

The two brothers happened to wake up her sleeping snake.

Since then, she has been reduced to the plaything of the brothers.

But they also made her playthings.

If you like it, why pretend?

Life is short, and she prefers to be happy in time.

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