The Holy Maiden is again fleeing from the Shura Field 27 today
Lan Shuang pretended to be very proficient in sleeping clothes, breathing long, with a ruddy complexion, and seemed to be meeting with Zhou.
Xin Wujiang lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were not lustful, and he traced Lan Shuang's eyebrows, mountain roots, and lips little by little.
In the end, he stayed on the red lip flap for a long time.
Lanshuang: "......"
looks like a decent gentleman, what does it mean to stare at someone's lips when no one is around?
The point is, do you just watch?
She wanted to press her head herself!
Forget it, press it, the character can't collapse.
Xin Wujiang's gaze was substantial, and it wasn't until Lan Shuang felt that he was about to be seen off a layer of skin, and he finally opened his mouth.
"Originally, I bought some chestnuts for you, but you want to pretend to be asleep, it's cold, throw it away."
As she spoke, Lan Shuang heard the sound of oily paper bags.
This loser doesn't really want to throw it, does he? Or fish me?
Lan Shuang endured it.
As a result, the immoral wind blew, blowing the fragrance of sugar-fried chestnuts, and made her face, and she hadn't eaten lunch yet.
"Gollum ......"
There's nothing more honest than the body.
Hearing this, Lan Shuang wanted to ascend to heaven immediately, Xin Wujiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
Seeing Lan Shuang's face turn a little red uncontrollably, Xin Wujiang was in a good mood, he sighed, opened the oil paper bag a little more, pinched a chestnut and put it under Lan Shuang's nose and shook it, "Just out of the pot, it's quite sweet, it's a pity, throw it away." β
He speaks like he sings, jumping one stanza at a time.
Lan Shuang silently gritted her teeth, and then felt a gust of wind blowing around her, as if Xin Wujiang raised his arm and was about to throw something.
The desire for food still made her bow to the evil forces, she accurately grabbed Xin Wujiang's wrist, gritted her teeth and said, "It's a shame to waste." β
Xin Wujiang raised his eyebrows: "Don't pretend?" β
Lanshuang: "......"
She looked at Xin Wujiang with resentment, and saw that his face was full of playfulness, and she felt that she had underestimated him.
"Give it to me."
She spread out her palms, Xin Wujiang smiled and closed the paper bag, and then hid the bag behind her under Lan Shuang's gaze.
Lan Shuang: "? β
You've learned badly, general!
Xin Wujiang straightened his face and asked seriously, "Why are you pretending to be asleep?" β
Lan Shuang blinked: "Isn't it just to tease you?" β
"Teasing me, what if it's not me? You're dangerous, you know? β
Xin Wujiang's preachy tone made Lan Shuang a little confused: "What's the danger?" β
"What if it's another man? In case they have bad intentions......"
The more Xin Wujiang's face became darker, and he seemed to be able to imagine that scene, and even his eyes were a little fierce when he looked at Lan Shuang.
Lan Shuang: "...... Stop! β
She raised her hand to stop Xin Wujiang's unbridled thoughts, "I pretended to be asleep because I recognized your footsteps, so I wanted to tease you, if it was someone else, I was sick before pretending to sleep." β
Xin Wujiang was stunned, "Can you recognize my footsteps?" β
Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows, "Otherwise." β
She stood up as she spoke, pretending to press her forehead with one hand, and hanging down by her side with the other, in Xin Wujiang's kung fu, she suddenly pounced, Xin Wujiang thought she was going to fall, and hurriedly hugged it with both hands, Lan Shuang took the opportunity to snatch the sugar-fried chestnuts from his hand.
Xin Wujiang: "......"
Lan Shuang raised the oiled paper bag and shook it at him, her other hand was still pressed on Xin Wujiang's wrist, she smiled brightly, and the red maple lined her bright eyes and bright teeth, "I deceived you, right?" β
The two of them were very close to each other because of their posture, Lan Shuang half leaned on his arms, her long hair fluttered lightly in the wind, crossing his fingertips, Xin Wujiang felt that his fingertips were slightly cold, and the itch spread along his fingertips to his heart.
The partial "culprit" is still unaware.
The faint scent of her embraced him, egging him on.
Xin Wujiang's eyes sank, and when Lan Shuang was about to retreat, he grabbed her wrist.
Lan Shuang was puzzled: "What are you doing?" Didn't you buy it for me? Do you want to grab it back? β
Xin Wujiang smiled lightly, "I'll give it to you if I say it's you, don't lie." β
"Then you are ......"
"Let's put it down."
Xin Wujiang said as he took the oiled paper bag and put it on the stone table aside.
Lan Shuang looked at the sugar-fried chestnuts reluctantly, and the next moment she was twisted back by Xin Wujiang pinching her chin, "Look at me." β
"Huh?"
"I also ate fried chestnuts with sugar just now."
Xin Wujiang suddenly said this, Lan Shuang was stunned: "So? β
"Taste it."
He lowered his head and leaned in and kissed Lan Shuang's lips gently, just by sticking to it like this, he felt a long-lost sense of trembling.
Lan Shuang didn't expect this guy to suddenly become reckless, and was stunned.
Then he felt Xin Wujiang straighten up and frowned, Lan Shuang: "What's wrong?" β
"It's not good."
"Huh?"
"Ahh
The next moment, Lan Shuang was picked up by Xin Wujiang's waist and pressed her against the pillar on the side, "Hold me tight." β
Lan Shuang obediently hugged his neck, and her legs were very skillfully wrapped around his waist.
Xin Wujiang let out a low laugh, then pinched Lan Shuang's jaw and kissed him fiercely.
It should be said that he is worthy of being a general, and when his relatives are all in a fierce fight, Lan Shuang feels that he is a little overwhelmed, and he always feels that he is not quite right now.
It's not like I came to see her, but like the vinegar jar was overturned to make amends.
"Distracted?" Xin Wujiang's voice was hoarse, and he bit her lower lip and asked vaguely.
Lan Shuang: "No...... I...... Not! β
Without saying anything to her, the victorious general began to inspect his territory inch by inch.
Lan Shuang completely surrendered.
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By the time Xin Wujiang carried her to the bench and sat down, Lan Shuang had no strength, and her lips were hot and numb.
Xin Wujiang sat at the stone table and began to peel chestnuts slowly.
Lan Shuang squinted weakly and asked him: "What about the good nameless and non-divided, can't you cross the distance?" β
Xin Wujiang calmly, "If you have a name, Your Majesty will personally give you the marriage." β
Lan Shuang: "What about abiding by the rules?" FiancΓ©s can't meet casually. β
Xin Wujiang: "No one saw it. β
Lan Shuang: "You still kiss me, isn't it too presumptuous, I haven't married you yet?" β
Xin Wujiang hurriedly turned to look at her: "You also kissed me, I am a return gift." β
Lanshuang: "......"
You're so good, it's reasonable, you can't refute it.
Lan Shuang stared at Xin Wujiang faintly.
Xin Wujiang Bafeng didn't move and let her see, okay, he did kiss a little harder, but isn't this inexperienced? It will be fine later.
He finished peeling the last chestnut, pulled the empty shell aside, and walked to Lan Shuang with the chestnut kernel in an oiled paper bag, "Eat." β
Lan Shuang looked at the bag of plump chestnut kernels, smelled the fragrance, and instantly forgave Xin Wujiang.
"I'm tired, you feed me."
Lan Shuang leaned on the railing softly, and her lips opened lightly.
Xin Wujiang was silent for a moment, but still pinched one and stuffed it into her mouth.
Seeing Lan Shuang's smiling eyes, Xin Wujiang looked at the chestnut kernel in his hand again, and suddenly realized the joy of feeding.