Si Bei stretched out his hand to stop Si Qiu's waist, looked down at the crying person in his arms, and his heart was soft.

raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Si Qiu's eyes, and coaxed softly: "Qiu'er, don't talk about yourself like that, that incident is my fault and my negligence." ”

"I love you." So I'm afraid of losing you, so I'm afraid my mother will tell you about us.

I'm afraid of you and me, like Star Swirl, dead and wounded, lonely for the rest of my life.

Hearing the love of the person in his arms, Si Bei's heart beat extremely fast, as if returning to the surging vitality of his youth.

He was happy, satisfied, and even felt that even if he died the next moment, he would have no regrets.

"Qiu'er, I want you..."

The demon in his heart was released again, and he longed for Si Qiu's young body, the good taste, and... Bold acts.

There were still tears in the corners of Si Qiu's eyes, he looked at Si Beishui with an ignorant expression, and said, "Beishu, this is your study... Not good! ”

He didn't dare to refuse Si Bei's plea, he was afraid that the other party would not like it.

Even if it hurts terribly every time, he will endure it until the warm water in the acupuncture points becomes more...

"Qiu'er, are you still wearing the things inside?" Si Bei picked up the person and put it on the bookcase, his fingers flexibly unbuttoned one after another, and the yellow brocade robe fell to the ground.

The fingers are as flexible as chopsticks, directly clamping the jade potential in the acupuncture points behind them.

"Hmm... Don't..."Si Qiu's toes hooked back, and his whole body stiffened.

Somewhere shrank suddenly, the original eighteen-folded bun instantly turned into a 72-folded brown xiaolongbao.

Gradually, a white spiral jade pillar thicker than the finger of the thumb spit out from the folds of the bun, and there was still fresh wet bun water on it.

"Don't!! Ah~~~" Si Qiu was like a deflated ball, his stiff body instantly softened, and the whole person collapsed on the bookcase.

Si Bei put away the things, then leaned down and said in Si Qiu's ear: "Qiu'er, don't you want to?" ”

He blew in his ears while his "hands" roamed over his white skin like water tofu.

Si Qiu writhed left and right, crying and chirping: "Harvest, without that thing, I'm so uncomfortable, you quickly fill it..."

"No, Qiu'er is disobedient today, how do you say you will punish you?" Si Bei put away Si Qiu's little thing in his hand and played with it.

"Hurry up and give it to me..."Si Qiu's body had been subjected to very serious training before, so after he was rescued, he had been filling a certain part of his body with jade "stones".

Si Bei glanced at the four treasures of the study on the bookcase, his eyes fell on the upright brush, and said, "Qiu'er handed me the thickest brush." ”

"You..." Si Qiu's body trembled, and in the end he didn't dare to say anything to refuse, and obediently handed over the brush.

Taking the brush, Si Beishu wetted the tip of the pen, and then painted on the "white face and white head", round and round, the plush nib with a hint of coolness, leaving water stains on the smooth steamed bread.

"Hmm... The brush is inserted into the folds of the bun.

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and there were two more five-finger prints on the two white-flour steamed buns.

Seeing the brush barrel being swallowed into the folds of the bun, a little bit, constantly shrinking, and constantly swallowing.

This is, but Si Beishu suddenly made a move, and directly pulled out the brush, "boom-" sound, with a crisp sound and water stains.

Then he took out a homemade long banana and peeled it for the other party to fill in.

The study has become a battlefield, staging the years of burning passion, a passionate life that you come and go, and never stops.

After a long time, the battlefield stopped shelling.

Si Beishu looked at the sleepy person in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe he should be grateful to Lan Ling's poisonous woman, if she hadn't drugged herself, and she went to the wrong house, how could he get on Si Qiu, who had just taken over as the Golden God, by all coincidence.

There are some poisons, and if you get infected at all, you can't quit.

Just like Si Qiu, his poison.

Carrying Si Qiu back to the bedroom to rest, Si Beishu turned around and disappeared in place, he needed to talk to Si Bei, he didn't believe that a little inspector could turn the sky upside down, the soul of this poisonous woman would definitely not be able to return to the God Clan!

……

Lens transitions.

Comrade Xiao Erye, who left the Golden God Mansion, walked leisurely towards the gate of the Protoss, the wind blew, and the green silk on his forehead flew with the wind, crossing his jade-like skin, chic and comfortable.

Nian Xiao held Prajna in her hand, and thought about the killing of Mrs. Jin Shen as she walked, a heavily guarded Jin God Mansion, a Jin Shen Lady who did not leave the door and did not step out, who was she killed? And why did you kill her?

What puzzled him the most was Si Beishu's hatred for his wife Lan Ling, a poisonous woman, and the expression of gritting his teeth made him wonder if Lan Ling was killed by him!

But... Belch... Why is he here?

Nianxiao's train of thought was interrupted, he looked at the person standing not far away, surprised and a little happy at the same time, cough cough! Just a little bit.

Next to the earth-shattering stone tablet at the entrance of the Protoss, stood a silver-haired man wearing a blue-blue brocade robe and white armor on his shoulders.

His long eyelashes drooped low, hiding his shining black phoenix eyes, and the sunlight slanted down, falling on his angular side face, leaving a faint silhouette.

The whole person looked a little gloomy, exuding a cold and arrogant aura around him, and no one was allowed to approach.

Nian Xiao stood seven steps away from him and stopped, and called softly, "Emperor Chen." ”

I saw that the blue-blue brocade robe's body was slightly stunned, his long eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly raised his eyes.

The dark eyes are full of tenderness, and the eyes are wrapped with deep love, as if they are redeeming and sincerely longing for the person in front of them.

"Seventeen..."

"Hmm."

The corners of Nianxiao's lips turned up, revealing three points of merry and wanton, he raised his eyebrows at Di Chen, and then opened his arms forward.

"Look at your pitiful little look, come over and let the master hug you."

He couldn't see Di Chen standing alone in the light, his thin figure seemed to be an abandoned person in the world, and the coldness emanating from his body made people feel cold all over his body.

A blue-blue figure flashed, and Nianxiao was tightly held in his arms.

Di Chen buried his head in Nianxiao's neck, rubbed his head back and forth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Seventeen, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" Nianxiao was hugged and was about to lose his breath, is this thing going to strangle him?

Di Chen's five fingers were inserted into his black hair, his palm clasped Nianxiao's head, and he said word by word: "I'm afraid, the green silk will turn into snow at dusk, the old trees will wither into wood, the fresh clothes and angry horses will become lonely and weak, and you are not by my side..."

"And I... Now or in the future, I will be jealous of every insignificant person who appears around you, and they are so easy to see you that I have been thinking about for a long time, and it is unforgivable. ”

As if sensing that something was wrong with him, Nianxiao's heart that wanted to struggle gradually softened, and he reached out to hug him back, and his fingertips touched the armor on Di Chen's shoulder, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

It's obviously a sunny noon, but the white armor is cold and biting, like a snow peak in the cold winter wax moon, and there is a trace of distress inexplicably...