"But there's sincerity in your words." Jiang Guo held Yuanji's hand before he lifted the bowl, "You said you would carry it for him, I believe it."

Motoyoshi looked at his covered hand, the sharp pain in his back made his hair swell, but it also made the temperature from his hand extremely clear.

The medicine stopped.

Lust is coming.

The liquor washed away the calm, and for the first time he had an urge to hold the hand in front of him, just to retain the faint warmth.

"Don't touch me." Motoyoshi withdrew his hand back, "What you hear is false."

"Really."

Jiang Guo grabbed his hand, his body was a little closer, and he said with a serious expression, "You are real."

Yuanji let her hold and lowered his head, thinking about what he said in the gambling house tonight, he wanted to carry it for Gao Cheng from the bottom of his heart.

Not for anything else, just for guilt.

He killed the son of Heng Weng and the mentor of Gao Cheng, and when he was a teenager he was an unscrupulous, insidious and cunning dead man. Killing is the goal, regardless of the cause. The feeling brought him unprecedented coldness, but the spiritual power made his frozen heart beat again, and he felt it.

It's not a puppet.

Motoyoshi lowered his head and whispered, "Am I real?"

Am I alive?

The five fingers of his hand rubbed and scratched carefully against the palm of his hand, the itch was real, the warmth was also real, he felt a throbbing that he had never felt before, and his heartbeat was also rapid.

Jiang Guo held his hand and got up, Du Bu approached and touched his head, and asked softly, "Senior brother, you don't have to embarrass yourself like this, you are real. You are a living person."

The spiritual power flowed in the veins, the volatile liquor exuded a rich drowsiness, and the corners of his eyes were crimson, and it was difficult to suppress this impulse in his heart.

That hand slammed into it!

The warm fragrant nephrite was like a bosom, Jiang Guo fell into his arms with a scream, and the two clung to each other.

"Senior sister." Motoyoshi's eyes glowed with burning longing, "If it's a dream tonight, don't let me wake up."

"It's not a dream." Jiang Guo's eyes widened and he whispered softly, "You and I are both real."

Yuan Ji slid between his throats, and under the urging of desire, he slowly lowered his head, and the two of them touched the tip of their noses lightly, and their eyes met.

There was no lie in the clear and watery eyes, there was no coldness, the lips covered the other party's lips, and when they touched it, the softness rippled in the heart. Chinese Net

The smell of wine enveloped the two of them, and their snorts grew heavier and heavier.

Yuan Ji seemed to shrink his neck timidly, but Jiang Guo bit his lip, once, twice, three times.

This temptation is like a teasing full of hot desire, and Yuan Ji suddenly leans over and hugs her and kisses her fiercely!

The waves have risen, the waves are difficult to subside, they hold each other, in the shallow taste of the shyness gradually wild, the obsession of fish and water has filled the brain, Yuan Ji will see this as a hearty dream, there has never been a warmth in his life, so he hugged Jiang Guo hard, abandoned all attachments, and devoted himself to the joy of dreams.

At this moment, Yuan Ji felt his true desire, and the joy in his heart swept like an overwhelming dark tide, and the spiritual power surged to promote the Dao heart to become more and more pure, which was his first demon.

Joy of Demons.

The kiss was intense and lingering, until a rooster crowed outside.

Lip splitting.

Yuan Ji gasped and looked at Jiang Guo and said, "It's not a dream."

Jiang Guo's eyes were clouded, and her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating pink, and she replied softly, "No."

The dead puppet looked up and tore the thread that bound his hands and feet.

He lived.

The morning light was bright, the red lamps in the room were still bright, half a curtain was placed in the tent, and a faint snort sounded from time to time.

Jiang Guo sat cross-legged and looked down at Yuan Ji on his lap, his face dyed red with joy, and a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

She lowered her eyes for a long time, from thick eyebrows, straight nose, to white cheeks, and then to thin lips. The snort was faint, and if he didn't listen carefully, Yuanji on his lap seemed to sleep silently.

But Jiang Guo knew that he slept very soundly

Sweet, because her hands are clenched, which makes her show a shyness that she has never had in ordinary times, like a girl who has tasted love for the first time, no matter where she looks, the appearance of her sweetheart seems to have a mysterious haze.

The haze was far away from her, so she tried to pursue it, approaching cautiously, and only when she held it in her arms did she see the most beautiful and romantic part of it.

Jiang Guo's fingertips gently brushed over Yuanji's eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips. She stroked everything that had made her throb to make sure it wasn't a dream.

It's true.

She playfully rubbed Motoyoshi's cheeks and scraped them with her fingernails, and the itching also made Motoyoshi wake up.

Yuan Ji slowly opened his eyes, raised the hand holding Jiang Guo and looked at it, and then pillowed on her knees, stared and said, "You haven't slept all night?"

Jiang Guo shook his head slightly.

"Are you tired?"

Jiang Guo shook his head again.

"You ......" Yuanji paused and said, "Don't you speak?"

Jiang Guo looked at his curious appearance, and suddenly felt that this expression was inexplicably a little cute, she raised her other free hand, held the side of Yuan Ji's face, and shook her head again with a chuckle.

Feeling the warmth and softness of that hand, Motoyoshi asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Guo looked at him, gently rubbed his cheek with his palm, and said affectionately, "I'm remembering your appearance."

"What?" Motoyoshi covered her hand with his hand, "Afraid of forgetting me?"

"I won't forget you, I'm just ......" Jiang Guo looked into his eyes, "I want to remember you the most relaxed."

Yuan Ji straightened up with the edge of the bed, turned his head and said, "The time I spent in Kaiyuan Valley was the most relaxing."

"Because there are no worries?" Jiang Guo tilted his head and looked up at him, "No hatred?"

"Because I have a home." Yuan Ji smiled naturally, "With you."

"Really?" Jiang Guo smiled heartily, his head slightly, "Really?"

The distance between the two was already close, and Jiang Guo could smell the smell of Yuan Ji's body, which was a faint smell of wind and dust, like a strange fragrance brought by travelers from afar, as light as tea, refreshing.

She remembered the smell, breathed deeply, found it in her lungs, and preserved it intimately.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttering as she exhaled and inhaled. Then, a damp warmth covered her lips, and the fragrance was a little stronger, and she tasted sweet.

Waiting to open her eyes, Jiang Guo looked at the pair of bright eyes in front of her, and she said hesitantly, "It's dawn, aren't you going to freshen up?"

"It's just time." Motoyoshi rarely played tricks, "It's still early."

"Get up, go and wash, if you call someone in and see it." Jiang Guo rubbed his shoulder, "How can you meet people after you call me?"

"Are you afraid?" Yuanji was pushed away a little, but he chased back and bit her upper lip, and said vaguely, "Afraid of biting me?"

Jiang Guo hummed in a nasal voice and said, "You ......."

One, two, three.

The teeth gently grinded the moist red lips, and a tingling itch appeared in Jiang Guo's heart, and her eyes gradually became blurred, not answering, but getting closer.

The two hugged each other slowly.

The sweetness in the wing room made the air feel a little warm, but at this moment, next to the door outside the house, Gao Cheng stopped and stood, slowly lowered the back of his fingers that were frozen in mid-air, and then turned around and crossed the steps suddenly. He walked through the courtyard until he stopped in front of the porch.

Look back.

The sun had fallen in the early morning, and the long back porch sounded with lonely footsteps, and the morning dew was a little cold.

A sigh.

Knock knock.

The door slammed softly, and a maid's call came from outside the house: "Master Yuan, it's almost time." The slave maid came to serve the master to wash and change clothes."

"Listen." Jiang Guo's snort was disturbed, and she pushed Yuan Ji with all her might, "Someone is coming."

Yuan Ji didn't look at the door at all, he stared at Jiang Guo directly, and shouted, "Stand down."

"Why?" The maid answered,

Immediately, he said, "The master of the gang asked the slave maid to pass the word, and he waited for the master to discuss the matter in the inner hall."

"Go." Jiang Guo punched Yuan Ji in the chest, "Don't be a fool."

Yuan Ji reluctantly turned sideways to put on his shoes, shouting, "Come in."

Jiang Guo glared at him, but Yuan Ji didn't see it. When the maid pushed the door open, she saw both of them sitting on the bed, and said in surprise, "Master, is ......the slave and maid here?"

"Wait for Miss Jiang to wash and change clothes." Motoyoshi interrupted her, then got up and walked towards the door, "Serve well."

The maid immediately bowed her knees, bowed her head, and said, "Oh."

Yuan Ji took the robe from the wooden frame and put it on, and then picked up a salt leaf from the basin held by the maid and chewed it. He held Ye Gen in his mouth, turned his head and said, "I'm waiting for you in the inner hall, it's still early, don't worry."

Jiang Guo's face was already blushing, she glared at Yuan Ji, and then looked at the maid in embarrassment.

Yuan Jidu stepped out of the door, leaving Jiang Guo and the maid alone.

After some washing, the maid took out the Luo Green Dao robe for Jiang Guo and was about to put it on for her, but Jiang Guo raised her hand to stop it. She bit her index finger and thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Go and get a red gauze skirt, and change the lining to a white one."

The maid immediately covered her lips and smiled in agreement, and said, "Miss Jiang is finally willing to wear a skirt, the slave saw you yesterday, which is a shocking person." You are so beautiful, you always wear a Taoist robe, how wronged you are so good, or the skirt is the most suitable for your daughter's family."

Jiang Guo tapped the tip of her nose with her finger and said angrily, "Just count your sweet mouth."

The maid got cheap and sold well, and she went to fetch a red gauze skirt with a deep red color, which was rarely worn by young women. Jiang Guo changed his clothes and then sat quietly at the table. The maid brought a bronze mirror and combed her hair.

When the bun was ready, the maid took out a white pearl hairpin from the ornament box, compared it to the bun, and then put it on.

Jiang Guo raised her hand again to stop it, she looked at the red bean hairpin in the corner in front of the case, and said, "Use this one."

"Cheng, whatever Miss Jiang wears is as beautiful as a fairy." The maid inserted a red bean hairpin for her, and then took a picture of her with a bronze mirror, "Take a look, is it done?"

Jiang Guo turned his head left and right, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Cheng, it's suitable."

She picked up her cigarette stick and confidently walked out of the door, all the way to the inner hall.

In the inner hall, Gao Cheng and Yuan Ji sat on both sides of the high position, waiting for Jiang Guo to step into the inner hall, Gao Cheng casually looked sideways, and when he looked back, he suddenly turned back.

He looked at Jiang Guo in a red dress in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time, until he came back to his senses, he clenched his fists to cover his mouth, and coughed lightly twice.

He regained his expression and looked at Yuan Ji and said, "Last night the Golden Abacus ran away, and according to the people under the South Gate, last night when we were waiting for the bloody battle, the Money Gang did not send a single person."