The night is like water, the butterfly valley fades the color of the day, and the night is very quiet.

Mo Yun and Wan Yan Che sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, and they had been sitting for a long time.

On the stone table, there are a few pots of daughter red and a few plates of appetizers. Lined with a touch of moonlight, a few wisps of breeze, this situation, this scene, you can really chant a poem: raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and drink into three people.

Unfortunately, this is not a meeting of old friends. Wan Yan Che is already the third cup of belly, this daughter is already strong, Mo Yun hugged it, and it was the old wine that had been buried for a long time, and Wan Yan Che's face was slightly flushed.

Moyun knew that it was time for him to confess. Wan Yan Che's patience, only these three cups.

Moyun is still an old habit, touching his nose, ready to overcome steel with softness. It's a pity that before he put down his hand touching his nose, Wan Yanche opened his mouth: "Let's talk about the point." ”

Mo Yun sighed, the opening words he prepared were completely useless now.

"Ah Che, as you think, I have long had doubts about Su Die. This time, I took advantage of your bureau to bring her to the valley. ”

After Yan Che didn't say anything, Mo Yun continued: "Su Die, she is indeed a saint. It's just that I don't know about the twists and turns in the middle, my father and mother talked to Su Die alone. After speaking, Mo Yun glanced at him with a little weakness.

After the fourth cup, Wan Yanche's face was more ruddy. He was not strong enough to drink, and today, he was in a bit of a hurry.

Mo Yun thought that he still didn't plan to speak, and was about to say more, when Wan Yan Che asked, "If she is a holy woman, what is her relationship with the Wan Yan family?" What's the connection with me? Why is it that when I see her, my heart is always at peace? Wan Yan Che asked the monologue in his heart, which seemed to be asking Mo Yun, but in fact he was asking himself.

Mo Yun was silent for a moment, and only after Yan Che drank two more glasses did he say leisurely: "Ah Che, people's hearts are the most unpredictable. What is in your heart, only you know what's in your heart. If you want to find out, you need to find out for yourself. Even if there is no connection or inextricable links, it will not reach people's hearts. ”

Mo Yun's words were extremely clever, he not only threw the pot to Wan Yanche himself, but also secretly laughed at him.

Wan Yan Che knew Mo Yun's off-string sound, but he couldn't reply to him. Yes, whether it is love or hate, cause and effect or something else, after all, you have to figure it out for yourself, what's the use of asking Moyun here?

The two were silent again, and Mo Yun poured himself full of wine, accompanied Wan Yan Che, and drank one by one. The two of them have not drunk like this for a long time, time has passed, they have a burden on their shoulders, and they have a long way to go, and they can't go back to the past.

Su Die stayed in the house of the illusion heart, and at night, except for the rustle of the wind blowing the trees, the surroundings were very quiet.

Su Die was still immersed in the joy of the day. Under the whole world, it is not the king's land. Through the previous events, she already knew this truth in her heart. In this dynasty, imperial power reigned. Freedom is hard and simple. Now, he has personally agreed, and she is really free.

Su Die sat in front of the dressing table, smearing her face with homemade beauty "holy products", while immersing herself in the world of complacency. The face is full of egg whites, and I can't extricate myself.

When did Yan Che come, Su Die didn't know at all. When she landed in his arms, she was completely confused.

She didn't have time to wash the egg whites and honey on her face, but now it was gradually drying, her skin was tense for a while, and her heart was also tightened, and her heartbeat became faster and faster, as if she was about to burst out of her heart.

She looked at Wan Yanche in front of her in a daze, and was about to speak, when his kiss was heavily imprinted.

His kiss is very domineering. After falling, it's all about possession and taking. Because of the drinking, Wan Yanche's whole body was hot, even his lips and his breath were scorching. He didn't give Su Die the slightest room to resist, he leaned on her body, imprisoned her hands, and the dense kiss fell thinly. The lingering and deep kisses of his kisses are like seedlings that have been in nectar for a long time, and no matter how much they ask for it, it is not enough.

Su Die's eyes were wide open, and her lips were kissed by him, one moment it was a gentle suck, and the other time it was a tear. She couldn't move, and she couldn't speak. Her snort was occupied by the smell of wine and the strong sandalwood on his body, and for a moment, she was a little carried away.

His heartbeat was strong and powerful, and the fiery breath burned through her body. She was under him, inexplicably trembling. The instinctive reaction of her body was beyond her control, her brain had stopped turning, and lust had taken over her mind at the moment, and it was out of control.

Unconsciously, Su Die's body that had been tense slightly relaxed. At this moment, there was a demonic thought floating in her mind: if the two of them were destined to be the love of the third world, the hatred of the third life. At this moment, is her indulgence of herself considered complete?

As if sensing her response, Wan Yanche slowly let go of the hand that was holding her, and his lips slowly moved down. It fell between her hair, on her neck.

Su Die's neck is very sensitive, and after Yan Che's gentle kiss, she felt numb all over her body and her limbs were weak. She slowly closed her eyes, trying to wake herself up, but before she could come to her senses, his hand had already untied the last layer of her garment.

His hands were slightly cold and calloused. As he slowly moved around her, the bit of self she was trying to regain was instantly torn apart.

The desire of her body overcame the last shred of her sense, and her taut body was completely relaxed, weak as boneless, delicate as nothing.

Wan Yan Che's hand slowly roamed all over her body, and she completely relaxed, and so did he. Although I drank a lot of alcohol today, my consciousness was a little blurred. But this confusion was only enough to make him walk to her house, not enough to make him so confused. He has always claimed to be a rational and calm person, but at this moment, he can't stop and doesn't want to stop.

The heat in his lower abdomen burned him little by little, and in his eyes, there were only people left under him. He looked at her slightly closed eyes and delicate red face, and he caressed her soft body and throbbing chest, and a feeling of fullness and satisfaction that he had never felt before spread to his limbs and made him want to stop.

He faded away the last trace of cover on her body, gently imprinted a kiss on her forehead, attached it to her ear, and said softly: "Su Die, you are mine." With that, the moans of the two floated out at the same time.

The amazement and confusion, hesitation and suspicion in Su Die's heart seemed to have found an exit at this moment, and under his fiery demand, he fell into the dust, as if there was nothing. The last vestige of Su Die's remaining sanity was silently praying that it would be good to have another child......

The house is silent, and the moonlight in the courtyard is like water, spreading in every corner of the courtyard. In the house, the red candle was extinguished at some point, and for a while, only the curtains on the bed fluttered, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if there was nothing.

After a long time, when Su Die's breathing began to stabilize, Wan Yanche propped up half of her body with one hand and looked at her in a daze. Su Diesheng is white, sleeping soundly at the moment, more like a child. He looked at it stupidly, as if he couldn't see enough.

Wan Yanche couldn't believe it, calm as he was, proud as he was...... He couldn't control himself and forcibly asked her. At this moment, he was powerless to think too much, and he felt that the excitement in his heart had nowhere to hide. The smile slowly spread, hanging on the corners of his mouth, imprinted on the tips of his eyebrows, and falling on the ...... Heart.