The snow-white carcass was entangled, the body was entangled, and through a layer of hazy gauze, he kissed the woman's delicate skin, arousing her low moan, brushing over the thin body, he looked down at the woman who was enjoying under him.

The long ink-colored hair was spread out on the bed, the woman's eyes were slightly closed, her beautiful face was revealed in front of her eyes, and her red lips were slightly open, breathing.

Suddenly startled in his heart, Rin woke up from his dream, he was sweating profusely, remembering everything in his dream, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

If he was not mistaken, the woman in the dream was-

It's Lan Qing.

It's something he's never seen before, Lan Qing.

Lan Qing would not show such an expression to him, she always looked careless, accepting herself as an apprentice, and teaching martial arts was also like this.

It was only now that Rin suddenly realized that he was not satisfied with her attitude, he wanted her to care more about himself, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to make her dye his breath from beginning to end, and he was greedy, he wanted more than that, and wanted more and more.

Think...... Get her!

The desire was so deep that he had to face up to such a frightening thought.

"Master......"

Ah Rin clenched the futon, his heart pounded in this quiet night, he was the only one indulging in such deviant thoughts, the moonlight outside the window was thick, in order to calm down, he put on a long shirt alone, carried a sword, and walked step by step to the place where he practiced on weekdays.

The moon shadow is scattered, and the sound of the bamboo forest seems to have whispered in the ears.

His sword moves became more and more powerful, and the sword aura was terrifying, and as soon as he moved down, the surrounding bamboo trees broke together, overwhelming one piece, and the leaves fell in a rustle.

In an instant, the wind was rushing, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and he had already realized that the secret book he practiced did not seem to be a righteous martial art.

Master, where did she come from?

Early the next morning, Lan Qing stopped him who was concentrating on sword practice for the first time, and proposed with a smile, "Let's go, there are not many things at home, let's go down the mountain to buy." ”

Lan Qing has been bored here for too long, and there is nothing wrong with him, but she thinks that Jiang Rin is still a teenager, and she has no thoughts of going beyond the norm.

Ah Rin's face seems to be much gloomy today, his beautiful and narrow eyes are still so deep and dark, and behind him are the emerald green bamboo leaves that fall Xiaoxiao, hearing her words, his face as white as ice and snow showed a moment of stunnedness.

"What's wrong?" Lan Qing blinked, glancing down at how she was dressed today.

The plain white gauze dress, the hem skirt is embroidered with a little pale yellow spring flowers, and the long ink-colored hair is loosely draped over the thin shoulders, faintly outlining the curvature of the chest.

Rin avoided his gaze, his ears unconsciously turned crimson, and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

Lan Qing thought that he was shy about sneaking into his bath yesterday, so he let him go, after all, he was still a young man in his prime, and he didn't see much, it was not a big deal.

Besides, he's seen more of the adult version, cough cough cough.

Since the master and apprentice first met, they rarely went down the mountain together, Ah Rin was afraid that there would be an enemy chasing and killing, so he painstakingly stayed on the mountain to practice martial arts, but Lan Qing occasionally thought that the red bean cake of Wang Po's family would go down the mountain once or twice.

This time it was still a familiar path, she took Jiang Rin and ran to Wang Po's stall, bought two hot cakes, and gave Jiang Rin a share.

"Rin, what else do you want to buy?" Lan Qing turned around, Ying Ying smiled, and the bead hairpin holding the green silk shook with it.

Rin followed behind her in a trance, her hands holding herself, her slightly cold fingertips touching.

He remembered for a moment that beautiful dream, the woman's wet hair clinging to the snow muscles, the skin pink from the rising temperature, and the fingertips were extremely cold when they touched him.