"Life."

Wen Xien shouted.

Pingsheng turned around when he heard the voice, and called out aggrievedly: "Senior brother." ”

Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying, the cold glint in her eyes was slightly faint, and she waved her hand towards Pingsheng: "Go back." ”

Although Pingsheng didn't want to leave, he also knew that staying here would only make his senior brother more embarrassed, so he first glanced at Wen Xien, and saw that the other party was silent, and he was indifferent, so he could only leave first.

There were only two people left, their eyes staring at each other, and the darkness was turbulent. After looking at each other for a long time, Yue Ying stretched out her long arm and grabbed the other party's waist, directly pressed her shoulder, and pressed the person heavily against the tree.

Wen Xien's back was pressed against the rough tree trunk, and his waist and shoulders were fiercely suppressed by a pair of powerful hands, and pain came from his bones.

She didn't feel really flustered, but the kind of discomfort that couldn't be eliminated made her scalp tingle, and the frost and snow between her eyebrows were almost frozen, and the emotions in Wen Xien's eyes became less and less, and two dark eyes were staring on Yue Ying's face.

Yue Ying's eyes gradually appeared a touch of scarlet, and he licked his dry lips.

Wen Xi'en heard Yue Ying's tired voice, hoarse and weak, with a thick nasal voice, which seemed to be mixed with enough grievances and choked throats to make people pity.

He said, "Why don't you tell me when you go." ”

Originally, when he didn't see the monk, he only had anger and resentment in his belly, thinking about how to punish and toss the monk if he saw it, so that she would know the consequences of doing something wrong, so that she would never dare to do it again in the future.

But when I really saw the monk, what came out in an instant was an unstoppable grievance.

Yue Ying refused to leave Wen Xien, and the scorching breath seemed to burn people.

Wen Xien was embarrassed to bear his weight, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What do you want?" ”

Yue Ying raised her face from the side of Wen Xien's neck, looked at Wen Xien's indifferent expression, felt dissatisfied again, and asked mockingly, "This is the master's hospitality?" Shouldn't you invite me in and sit down? ”

Wen Xien looked at him coldly and said, "You let go of me first, and I'll take you in." ”

"Really? I'm afraid that if I let go, the master will run away, and what should I do then. Yue Ying looked directly at Wen Xien, the smile on the corner of her lips gradually spread, but her hands did not relax at all.

Wen Xien's face was almost transparent, and he asked him, "What am I lying to you for?" ”

"Who knows, the master monk doesn't speak, I hope the master won't run around as you said."

Yue Ying let go of Wen Xien, touched her on the side of her neck, and laughed lightly: "It's so slippery." ”

Wen Xien couldn't tell whether he was angry or displeased, and immediately got out and left the moment Yue Ying let go, and walked towards the house.

Wen Xi'en didn't walk fast, and his steps were not hurried, there was a kind of leisurely stroll, which made Yue Ying suddenly have an inexplicable glare in the eyes, as if whether he came or not was the same for the monk, and it didn't have any impact on the monk.

Yue Ying walked slowly behind Wen Xi'en, and her slender white back swayed in front of her not far away.

With a flexible waist hidden in a wide robe, Yue Ying remembered the touch of her hands at that time, and what a charming and emotional scenery those long legs as white as bamboo were.

Although a long time has passed, the feeling of staying has been engraved in the bones, as long as I think about it in the middle of the night, there is a tingling pleasure in my bones, just a little thought about it is uncontrollable.

Wen Xien stopped at the door of the cabin, and suddenly turned sideways to look back at Yue Ying, who was a few steps away from him.

Yue Ying also met her eyes, Wen Xien was burned by the strong lust inside, and immediately withdrew his gaze.

The man behind him laughed lowly, and Wen Xien's expression became more and more indifferent.

The inside of the wooden house was very simple, which could be regarded as very shabby for Yue Ying, and he was annoyed for a while at the thought of such a fairy figure living in such a broken place.

The person he holds at the tip of his heart, the unattainable person, how can he live in such a place with grievances, it is simply dirty.

Yue Ying became more and more determined to take Wen Xien away.

Wen Xien ignored the cold aura on Yue Ying's body, sat calmly on the wooden bench, and looked at Yue Ying quietly.

"That's where you live?"

Yue Ying's voice was low, hiding anger.

Wen Xien replied yes, Yue Ying's expression became even more gloomy, and he said hatefully: "Has Yonghe'an come to this point, there is not a decent wing room?" ”

Wen Xien didn't know why he was suddenly angry again, but Wen Xien also knew Yue Ying's moody personality, so he didn't take his ugly words to heart.

"The poor monk has made a mistake and has thought about it here."

Although this is the case, Yue Ying's face is still very ugly, and he thinks that a monk with such an old-fashioned and charitable character can make a big mistake?

What made him even more angry was that he was only a monk who didn't care about himself, just like a piece of wood.

The room was very quiet, the faint breathing sound was amplified, ringing in the ears of the two of them, Yue Ying leaned over, and when she lowered her head, a few strands of hair fell down and scattered on Wen Xien's shoulders.

The two of them were so close that Wen Xien could even smell the smell of Yue Ying's body and the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers on the mountain.

Her gaze fell on Yue Ying's protruding and sharp Adam's apple, which slid up and down, as if swallowing, and then heard Yue Ying say in a low voice:

"You look at me, you don't have anything to say to me, I came all the way to see you, why don't you look happy."

How could he be happy, Yue Ying had such a dirty mind that only he knew well, and when he said such a thing, he was not afraid of flashing his tongue.

Wen Xien's expression did not change, and then he said lightly: "My fate with my father-in-law is broken, so it's better to see each other less." ”

There was a warm temperature on his face, Wen Xien felt that there seemed to be a layer of sweat on his neck, and his face was also hot, and he wanted to avoid Yue Ying's confinement backwards.

But she didn't want to just move, and the other party's hand pressed directly on the back of her neck.

Yue Ying lowered her body again, and the shadow almost held Wen Xien's whole person tightly, the tip of his nose hung in front of Wen Xien, and the staggered snorts of the two fell faintly on each other's lips.

It was too intimate and dangerous, and Wen Xien was expressionless, cold-eyed for his next violation.

Yue Ying lightly pressed her forehead, her voice was almost in her throat, and she said softly: "How can our fate be broken if you say it's broken, I don't think it's broken, so I have to find you." ”

Without waiting for Wen Xien to react, Yue Ying suddenly leaned closer, and her warm lips touched the corners of Wen Xien's pale lips, and they were separated with a touch.

(End of chapter)