Junlan rubbed Ye Feiyan's head dotingly, "Yan'er will go back to the house and rest first, and after dealing with the matter, she will go over for her husband." ”

Afraid that Ye Feiyan would continue to be embarrassed, Jun Lan bent the corners of his mouth and left the living room first.

Ye Feiyan waited for her face to return to normal before she turned off the lights in the living room and walked out of the living room.

The night is like ink, the sound of frogs in the small lake in the courtyard comes and goes, and a few summer cicadas scattered on the leafy trees around them take turns to call a few times, as if they pour out their hearts in the rare evening coolness in this summer.

Yuan Hong, who was lying among the treetops, looked at the two rooms in the middle on the east side of the courtyard without blinking.

Seeing Ye Feiyan enter the room on the left, after the two tea times, all the lights in the house were extinguished.

At this time, Junlan came out of a room where several guards lived on the west side, and walked into the room on the right side from the middle of the side side, and the lights in the room were extinguished about a tea time.

Yuan Hong watched quietly for a while, and when he didn't find anything abnormal, he found a relatively thick tree trunk, lay down, and continued to look at the two rooms.

There was a light breeze in the wind, and there seemed to be a faint scent of the flowers in the courtyard that were almost impossible to smell.

Yuan Hong was bored, and when he felt another breeze blowing, he took a deep breath pleasantly, and the fragrance of flowers seemed to be a little stronger, with a hint of honey-like sweetness.

After hearing a cicada that seemed to be extraordinarily long, Jun Lan dodged and landed in Ye Feiyan's house.

"Yan'er, I miss you so much for my husband..."

Jun Lan burrowed into the quilt and hugged Ye Feiyan, who was a little stiff and had her back to him, into her arms, and whispered in her ear.

Smelling the unique fragrance of Ye Feiyan's neck, Jun Lan felt that Yan'er, who hugged him every night, could restrain the impulse when he slept, but at this time, it seemed to break through all the restraints and flourish.

"Hmm!"

Ye Feiyan's heart seemed to jump out of her throat, she wanted to turn around and burrow into Jun Lan's arms, but she was afraid that her impulsiveness would make Jun Lan unable to restrain herself and induce the poison of despair.

"Baby, you think so hard for your husband..."

Jun Lan's voice trembled, and although he tried to restrain his impulses, he still raised his head somewhere, and there was a dull pain in his lower abdomen.

There seemed to be a voice growing louder and louder in his heart, 'Yan'er, baby, think of you for your husband, think of you-to-you...'

Jun Lan tugged violently, causing Ye Feiyan to lie on her back, while he rolled over and kissed her warm lips quickly and eagerly.

Jun Lan's too sudden action made Ye Feiyan open her mouth to exclaim, but Jun Lan did not give him a chance to exclaim, but took the opportunity to enter.

The voice in my heart became more urgent and stronger, 'Yan'er, my baby, I want you to be my real wife, a wife who will never be separated for the rest of my life...'

Junlan's kiss is not as good as before, there is impatience in the madness, and there seems to be a reluctant lingering, spoiling tenderness.

Ye Feiyan only felt dizzy in her head, even if Jun Lan's hands were acting arbitrarily on her, she couldn't wake up, and she intuitively felt that she was tightly surrounded by Jun Lan's love, happy and sweet...

I don't know how long time has passed, but the frogs in the lake in the courtyard seem to be tired of croaking, and their cries are much weaker, and the cicadas that communicate with each other may have found the one they have been looking for, and they both stopped.

After the sound of her clothes cracking, a hard object pressed against Ye Feiyan's lower abdomen.

Ye Feiyan shook her spirit, came to her senses in an instant, withdrew her hands that unconsciously circled Jun Lan's neck, and tried her best to push Jun Lan Chiguo's chest.

The sweaty wetness of her hands made Ye Feiyan suddenly withdraw her lips from Jun Lan's mouth, "Xianggong, you're okay!" ”

The dull pain and strong desire in his lower abdomen tormented Jun Lan, and he was drenched in sweat, and he rolled into the bed under Ye Feiyan's fierce push again, and only let out a muffled snort from his mouth.

Ye Feiyan didn't care about buttoning her open button, hurriedly sat up, and probed Junlan's pulse.

Feeling the abnormality of the pulse, Ye Feiyan's eyes couldn't help but overflow with moisture, and she quickly rushed off the bed, lit the lamp on the small table next to the bed, and took out her acupuncture bag from the cabinet next to the bed.

"Xianggong, you bear with me, and it will be fine soon." His voice trembled softly, and he was busy unpacking the acupuncture bag in his hand, but his eyes were looking at the pale Jun Lan without blinking.

Jun Lan, who came to his senses, endured the dull pain in his lower abdomen, and tried to smile at Ye Feiyan, "Yan'er, it's okay, I can stand it for my husband." ”

He still regretted in his heart, if he held on for a while, he would be able to have his Yan'er, and he would never worry about her being confused by others.

The smile on Jun Lan's face that was more ugly than crying made Ye Feiyan's heart sour, "It's all my fault, I should have stopped you a long time ago." ”

Tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe them, picked up silver needles and pierced them into the acupoints around Ye Feiyan's lower abdomen, and the last two needles fell on his head.

Jun Lan raised his hand and wiped the tears on her cheeks, although after wiping her fingertips, new tears slipped down again, "It's for the sake of my husband, I shouldn't ask to stay in Shengfeng tonight, it makes my Yan'er sad." ”

The pain in his heart was more overwhelming than the dull pain in his lower abdomen, even if his Yan'er was confused by others, he shouldn't let her cry sadly.

Jun Lan, who felt a little less pain after the needle, didn't know how to make his Yan'er happy, and suddenly swept into the beauty of her open placket, tried to suppress the charming thoughts in his heart, and joked with a smile: "Yan'er, but I still want my husband to feel sorry for my baby again." ”

Ye Feiyan, whose eyes had been staring at Jun Lan's face, bowed her head according to Jun Lan's gaze, and when she saw that her clothes were open, the two rabbits that she felt were not as proud as she was in her previous life, seemed to swear to her proudly at this time.

Ye Feiyan, whose face turned red instantly, hurriedly pulled the placket of her left and right clothes, and hurriedly buttoned it, forgetting her sadness a long time ago.

"Yan'er, your button seems to have gone to the wrong door." Jun Lan said with a smile on his lips and teasingly.

Ye Feiyan, who had just buttoned up, looked down and saw that there was still a buttonhole left at the top, and a button at the bottom.

Ye Feiyan looked at her nondescript, closed clothes, and unconsciously bent the corners of her mouth.

"Don't look at it again." Ye Feiyan shouted softly at Junlan angrily, then turned to the side slightly, unbuttoned and buttoned it again.

At this time, Ye Feiyan didn't think about it, where did her little clothes go?

Half an hour later, Ye Feiyan took off the silver needles.

Although Jun Lan's face was still pale, the dull pain in his lower abdomen had been completely suppressed.

Ye Feiyan buttoned Junlan, covered him with a quilt, got out of bed and packed up the acupuncture bag, and walked straight towards the low depression in the distance.

(. = )