Chapter 495: Breath (Page 1/1)

The winter bed is thick, the bedding is solid, and the cover is soft, all of which are prepared by the Gu family.

The spice is a recipe that Gu Yunjin has always liked, not rich, with a faint fragrance.

She poured on the quilt and smelled the familiar aroma.

On top of that, there is a rich taste of dried fruit.

The peanuts and longan sprinkled on the bed have been cleaned up by Nian Xia and Fu Dong, but their fragrance remains, mixed with spices, a little wonderful, not pungent.

But between breaths, what is clearer is the smell of soaphorn on Jiang Muyuan's body.

It was obviously a bad moment to get distracted, but somehow, Gu Yunjin's mind suddenly remembered what Xu Lingyi had said, and she couldn't help but bend her eyes.

Xu Lingyi felt that the spices used by Ji Zhicheng were not suitable, and he changed it after thinking about marrying it.

Jiang Muyuan noticed that Gu Yunjin was distracted, and asked her with a smile, "What do you think?" Laughing so happily. ”

Gu Yunjin didn't hide it, and turned this paragraph out and said.

Jiang Muyuan smiled, hugged Gu Yunjin, and said, "Then Yunjin thinks that the spices I use on weekdays are appropriate?" Do you want to change? ”

Gu Yunjin blinked: "Don't change, I think it's good." ”

"I think the spices you use smell good, too." Jiang Muyuan's voice was low, leaning around her neck and sniffing lightly, whether he was smelling the incense of the quilt or the light fragrance on her body.

Gu Yunjin couldn't tell the difference, but he knew that the breath was scorching, like a fingertip that had crossed her collarbone, with fire.

The clothes were all untied, and the plain and profane clothes made the belly pockets very bright, and the bright belly pockets lined the wrapped skin like congealed cream.

The belly pocket is embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the neck is lingering above the Ling Ling water waves.

Jiang Muyuan didn't have the heart to look at the pair of mandarin ducks carefully, the only thing he wanted to look at for a moment was the girl on the tip of his heart.

At this moment, she is not only on the tip of his heart, but also on his fingertips.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Muyuan climbed over the wall to find her, and at that time, he also trapped her on the Luohan bed, kissing her carefully and carefully, stroking inch by inch, but after all, the timing was not right and the situation was not suitable, so he could only stop at a shallow taste.

Tonight, you don't have to watch over that.

The palm of his hand fell on his waist, the waistline was light, but he was not thin, Gu Yunjin insisted on practicing martial arts, and his body was naturally strong and flexible, without losing the delicacy of the girl's family, and with strength.

Along the waistline, there are ups and downs, exquisite, palms covered on it, you can feel a clear heartbeat.

His heart beat faster than usual, a little rapid, and like his owner, he breathed much faster.

The moonlight was like that night, through the window lattice, reflecting half of the room, and on the other side, the dragon and phoenix candles were lit, making the room shrouded in a layer of warm light.

The curtain was not all lowered, the light came in, and Jiang Muyuan could clearly see the crimson marks he left on Gu Yunjin's chest, like blooming flowers.

He wanted to keep watching, but he couldn't help it.

The winter night is too cold, even if you light the charcoal basin, it will still catch cold.

Jiang Muyuan surrounded Gu Yunjin, pulled out the brocade quilt under him, and after covering it for her, he turned around and put down the curtain, and then got into the quilt.

Gu Yunjin saw it in his eyes, and deliberately kicked his two feet on Jiang Muyuan's body: "Look at it, my feet are cold." ”

Jiang Muyuan hugged both of her feet, and rubbed her warm palms back and forth.

Gu Yunjin was not afraid of itching, so he couldn't stand the soles of his feet, so he asked Jiang Muyuan to touch it, twist his waist and laugh.

The two of them made a fuss, Jiang Muyuan simply put his head into the quilt, and his palms went up from the heels.

Gu Yunjin subconsciously wanted to hide, but his ankle told him to grasp it in his hand, and he couldn't move, he could only feel the calloused hand rubbing his skin little by little.

She took a deep breath, didn't think much of it, reached out and tugged at the quilt, and buried her head in it.

It's dark.

I can't see it, but my sense of touch is getting sharper and clearer.

Gu Yunjin learned Jiang Muyuan's way, and put his hands on his body, absorbing the warmth.

She liked him, and she wanted to touch him.

The feelings are real, and the emotions have arrived, but the condition of the body is not up to Gu Yunjin to decide by herself, she is only a girl in her twenties and eight-year-olds after all, how can it not hurt for the first time?

Rao was prepared, but Gu Yunjin was still so painful that his teeth chattered, and the fingertips of his hands that were linked to Jiang Muyuan's body were numb in pain.

Jiang Muyuan gasped in pain when he saw her, and he was distressed, but he also forced her to retreat, so he couldn't stop kissing her and coaxing her, and waited for her to pass this time.

A low murmur turned in his ear, and he called her "Yun Jin" and "Ah Jin", over and over again.

Those emotions that were lost and only had a long time to reminisce, those thoughts that had nowhere to talk about and could only lick by themselves, were delivered in such simple and affectionate whispers after more than ten long years.

This was not a sweet talk, but it made Gu Yunjin gradually calm down.

She inhaled deeply, the familiar aroma mixed with a faint scent of soaphorn, and when she took a deep breath, those breaths would soak down her throat and into every inch of the bones, like the best glow-in-the-dark wine, intoxicating the already somewhat dizzy emotions.

She thought, she really was drunk.

Drunk in Jiang Muyuan's soft call.

Like the water lilies floating in the lake, like Chang'e walking slowly on the clouds in the moon, I don't know what night it is......

In the outer room, Nian Xia dozed off with the quilt, but remembered Mama Zhong's instructions, and didn't dare to really fall asleep, waking up from time to time.

In a daze, she heard some movement inside, and it wasn't until Jiang Muyuan called her that she woke up.

Rubbing his face, Nian Xia stood outside the curtain and listened to the instructions, and when he knew that there was water inside, he hurried to inform the small kitchen.

Nian Xia has enough strength in her hands, and she doesn't need to trouble the grandmothers, whether it is carrying a basin or carrying a bucket, she can level it by herself, she sent the hot water in, lowered her eyes and didn't look around, put it down, and withdrew.

Jiang Muyuan put on his clothes, wiped himself over, and twisted the handkerchief to clean up for Gu Yunjin.

Gu Yunjin was so tired that his body was tired, and he was too sour to move an inch.

Jiang Muyuan was refreshed, put down the handkerchief, turned over to the bed again, and hugged Gu Yunjin, who was as soft as a bone, into his arms.

"Didn't you get a good night's rest last night?" Jiang Muyuan asked her softly.

Gu Yunjin yawned, his head rested on Jiang Muyuan's arm, and said, "Last night, I had a dream, I dreamed of the General's Mansion in the Northland, and I also dreamed of Yun Miao......"

Because of her sleepiness, her words were a little blurry, and she wanted to share her dreams with Jiang Muyuan carefully, but she couldn't do it.

Jiang Muyuan laughed when he heard this, and was reluctant to ask her to continue talking like this, so he gently patted her back, interrupted her words, and coaxed: "Let's go to the Northland next time......

Gu Yunjin responded softly, and his breathing was long.

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