In the past, when you were happy, you would come and pull my face.

When I'm sad, they run up to me and tell me stories.

But now, no matter how much I mess with you, you're like a cold rock.

Even when I talk to you, I have to be a few feet away, and even if there is thunder at night, I will not be allowed to hide in your room.

That time I was really angry, and I was angry and ignored you, but it didn't take long for me to talk to you again.

Young master, do you know? It's so hard to love you.

I never knew it would be so painful to like someone. ”

She let go of her hand weakly.

Sharp pain wells up in my heart.

Then it turned into a strong unwillingness.

"Young master, do you like me or not?"

This question hovered in Mu Qingzhu's mind for a long time.

Finally, she threw herself on her knees, folded her hands and said:

"God, you help me, I never begged you, you help me, even if it gives me a little inspiration."

As soon as the words fell.

A bolt of lightning cracked the dullness of the night.

It casts a light on the dark earth.

Mu Qingzhu looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

After a few breaths, a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face:

"Is this your revelation to me? You're taking pity on my infatuation, aren't you? ”

But this time, the lightning didn't come on as expected.

"What does that mean?"

Mu Qingzhu hesitated in his heart.

After waiting for a moment, he said, "God, please give me another revelation."

If the young master likes me, you will flash three times in a row; If you don't like me, don't flash once. ”

As soon as the words fell, lightning instantly streaked across the night.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Mu Qingzhu counted here, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Young master, it turns out that I love you not as a moth to a fire. God has already made arrangements for all this. ”

Mu Qingzhu bowed sincerely three times outside the cave, returned to Qin Song's side, and as soon as he lowered his head, he kissed him the lips.

Kiss.

Lip splitting.

Mu Qingzhu's face was like pink, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes.

"Sweet."

Mu Qingzhu closed her eyes, and an electrically tingling sensation swept through her body, making her tremble all over, and her whole heart was about to explode.

"It turns out that his lips are sweet."

Mu Qingzhu thought of this.

The emotions in my heart were aroused at once.

Reluctance, helplessness, and the ecstasy of loss and recovery are mixed and burst out.

It was she who turned over and hugged Qin Song, her lips fell like a torrential rain, and she kissed Qin Song wildly on the face.

The more she kisses.

The frenzy of the heart gathers more and more.

This feeling has been felt before, but it is the first time it has been so strong today.

Mu Qingzhu's face was already burning, and even her neck was infected with rose, she knelt down in Qin Song's ear and said, "Young master, young master....."

The warm breath crawled into Qin Song's ears like thousands of small insects.

Qin Song frowned and rubbed his auricle with his fingers.

Seeing him like this, a crazy thought suddenly rose up.

When the thought arises.

That kind of sourness, grievances, likes, entanglements, pain, and other emotions exploded in an all-round way.

Like hot boiling oil, it completely ignites the fire in my heart.

Bang.

The flames frang out.

From the lower abdomen all the way to the top of the skull.

"Young Master..... Young Master ....."

Mu Qingzhu shouted Qin Song in his mouth, his voice was like a yellow warbler in the deep valley, crisp with a little sadness.

Qin Song muttered, and when he reached out to rub his auricle again, Mu Qingzhu opened his mouth and took Qin Song's index finger in his mouth.

Qin Song was drunk in his dream, feeling that his fingers were slightly hot, and there was a faint crying sound in his ears, and the sweet breath continued to penetrate his nasal cavity, making him mutter: "Where am I?" ”

When the words came out, the strange sound immediately stopped, and the warmth of the fingertips dissipated in an instant.

Qin Song sighed and fell asleep again.

Only this time, he was quite heavy in his sleep.

It was as if a boulder had pressed against his heart, and a bird on his cheek was constantly teasing him.

He reached out to push the boulder away.

But the hand was clutched.

Sting.

The sound of the placket tearing.

But this voice sounded in Qin Song's ears, but it was like the sound of a leaf orchid blooming.

The cold invaded his skin, and he gritted his teeth to endure it, but soon another warm body was attached to him.

Outside the cave.

A few howls of the weary beast returning home scattered in the distance, as if they were rising.

The night was like a tide, wrapping the two people tightly together.

Qin Song felt very happy and peaceful, he opened his mouth to howl, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was directly blocked by his soft lips.

"Whew."

Qin Song opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught my eye was Mu Qingzhu's tearful cheeks.

I saw her crying and laughing and shouting, "Young master, you want me." ”

Hearing this, Qin Song stretched out his hand to push her away after a brief loss of consciousness.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he found that Mu Qingzhu's coat had faded, and he was only wearing a single coat inside.

Qin Song was taken aback, looked down, and saw that his upper body was red, and fortunately he was still wearing a pair of trousers.

"Hurry up."

"Nope."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know."

"You don't know."

Qin Song spoke, rolling to the side.

But Mu Qingzhu wrapped him tightly like a snake.

Between the two pushes

Qin Song only felt that his fishing hopes were high.

Although he is a traverser, his vision, knowledge, and mind are all higher than ordinary people.

But he is a human after all.

The girl is in her arms, and there are a few people who can sit still in her arms.

"Fuck it, do it first."

Qin Song turned over and pressed Mu Qingzhu under him.

Mu Qingzhu tilted his head, and a touch of shyness peculiar to a woman appeared on his face.

But his eyes were bright, and in the light of the bonfire, they looked like another fire.

Qin Song looked at her, only to feel impulsive like a wild horse on the loose, galloping, roaring, "Hurricane, hurricane." ”

Qin Song lowered his head and kissed it.

Mu Qingzhu responded immediately.

At the same time, Mu Qingzhu put his arms around Qin Song's neck and shouted, "Young master, young master....."

Qin Song was completely lost in the fishing hope.

It's like being swept up in huge waves when surfing, and you can't help yourself, but you enjoy it.

Bang.

Thunder exploded.

Then there was a loud bang.

When Qin Song heard the thunder, his expression suddenly froze, he screamed, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped himself twice heavily.

"Don't."

Mu Qingzhu grabbed Qin Song's arm and said, "Young Master, calm down, it's not that you are drunk and immoral, all this is my willingness." ”

"You volunteered?"

When Qin Song heard this, his heart relaxed a lot.

After more than ten breaths, Qin Song got up from the straw mat and said, "Go out." ”

Mu Qingzhu heard these two words, and a bad emotion instantly filled his entire heart.

"Young master, I didn't want to seduce you when you were drunk, and things are not what you think at all."

"I'll tell you out."

"Nope."

Qin Song stared at her coldly and said, "What did you say?" ”

Mu Qingzhu looked back at him and said word by word: "I, no, out, go." ”