The man kissed the woman in his arms, and they talked softly about the love words on the bed, moaning words that made people blush, soft words, and clever laughter.

Ke Changqing subconsciously grabbed Wen Xien's hand, pulled the person to the table and squatted in the dark, hiding with the ornament.

The man lifted the curtain and glanced at it, but saw no one and fell back into Gentle Township.

Ke Changqing held his breath, he didn't dare to breathe, let alone move, he couldn't tell whether he was ashamed or ashamed, he only felt that the flowers in front of him were red and willow green, and his ears were ringing, as if someone had struck the Tianling cover heavily in a bell.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after the five senses returned to his body, he felt a warm breath lingering in his ears, like an dishonest feather, scratching the roots of his ears from time to time.

He looked back, Wen Xien was sitting by the wall, with a pair of bright eyes open in the dark, falling on the bed not far away, very seriously observing, but there was no lust in her eyes, she was very close to herself, but she was not deliberately leaning on, and even her posture was quite straight, a little alienated and cold.

I don't know if his eyes are too hot, Wen Xien also turned his head to look at him, and moved his wrist, Ke Changqing realized that he was still holding the other party tightly.

He didn't let go, but just whispered: "Jingchen, close your eyes, don't you understand if you don't look at insolence." ”

Ke Changqing felt irritable, so hot that a layer of fine sweat appeared on his body, grabbed Wen Xien's hand and couldn't help but touch it up along his delicate arm, it was very cold and warm, like a mountain spring under the moon.

This made Ke Changqing even hotter.

Wen Xien rolled his eyes coldly, this time his gaze lowered slightly, in this dim vision, Wen Xien couldn't see Ke Changqing's face clearly, and naturally he didn't see his sick skin.

The woman on the bed is not a ghost, but the aura of ghosts here is the strongest, so Wen Xien can only wait and see.

Ke Changqing felt more and more dry in his mouth, I don't know if it was because of the figure on the bed and the voice in his ears, or the strange fragrance in the air, or the soft and good-looking person around him.

His throat slid and gently squeezed Wen Xien's arm, and his voice was very soft: "Jingchen, I'm uncomfortable......"

Wen Xien frowned suspiciously, and there was an extremely serious look on his cold face: "What's uncomfortable?" ”

Ke Changqing couldn't squeak, but his face was getting hotter and hotter, his heart was beating faster and faster, everything was messed up, everything was out of control.

It's a pity that before he could say it clearly, Wen Xien's eyes changed, and his right hand conjured up a Dao talisman, and flew straight to the bed.

The expression of the woman on the bed became hideous for another moment, but it quickly returned to normal.

It turned out that the woman was not a ghost, but possessed by a ghost, but the ghost's aura was very weak, so Wen Xien was not sure.

After solving the important matter, before Wen Xien had time to ask, Ke Changqing grabbed Wen Xien's hand, carefully slipped out of the dormitory through the side door, and then spread his legs and ran back to the original room.

The small lantern in Ke Changqing's hand ran away, the hem of his clothes startled the fireflies in the bushes, and several free-range rabbits and cats were also driven by the sound of the wind they ran, and they hid in fright.

When passing by a rockery, Ke Changqing pushed Wen Xien to a narrow corner, and he got into it himself, standing in front of her, listening attentively.

The surroundings were quiet and quiet, there were not even guards on patrol, everything was silent, and the bright moon hung high.

The sound of the heart beating became more and more rapid, like a sudden rainstorm in the scorching summer, and like the beat of the drum when leading the troops to go on the expedition.

Ke Changqing was a little taller than Wen Xien, staring at her with his eyes down without blinking, the noisy heartbeat and magma-like blood flow made him unbearable, he lowered his head, leaned in front of Wen Xien, and called softly: "Pure dust." ”

Wen Xien raised his eyelids slightly.

A soft and warm kiss fell on her eyes, like a dragonfly, in the night, Ke Changqing's face was red, his palms were sweaty, his cheeks tightened, and he stared at her.

I'm afraid that she will show an expression of rejection and disgust, and I'm afraid that she will say something hurtful.

But Wen Xien just stood quietly, motionless, as cold as a handful of early snow in the mountains, only staring at him with eyes full of night stars.

Is Ke Changqing in this dream him?

Why is it so unfamiliar? Whether it's appearance, personality, or ......

Is this infantile him?

So...... What the hell is going on, and why does my heart hurt so much just a little thought about it?

——

Time is like this, and the year will soon be over.

It rained a few small snows, and the temperature plummeted, Ke Changqing prepared luxurious and warm winter clothes and grass for Wen Xien early and several fine brocade fabrics, and Shang Yiju made a few sets of new clothes before the temperature dropped.

Ke Changqing picked up a few of his own at random, but he carefully selected them for Wen Xien.

I think the ornaments of the flowers are too vulgar, and I feel that the bright colors of red and green are too public, and I feel that there is no one worthy of Wen Xien.

He hesitantly touched the only white dress, but stubbornly unwilling to choose, white is too cold, although Wen Xien is dressed very well, but the white clothes make her more and more uncannibalistic, as if she has to leave anytime and anywhere.

In the end, he reluctantly chose a light cyan robe, took a white fox fur cloak, picked up Wen Xien from the bed, washed her personally, and changed her clothes in front of the bronze mirror.

Ke Changqing seems to be particularly willing to do such a small thing for Wen Xien, and he can't wait to do everything well for Wen Xien.

Wen Xien will have a kind of ignorant lazy feeling when he first wakes up, and his whole body from hair to toes is full of loose and blank breath, at this time he will call him "little confused", although Wen Xien is not willing to deal with him.

Or Wen Xien won't pay attention to him at the end of the day, so Ke Changqing will be careful one by one every time, tasting Wen Xien's every expression and every word, and he never feels tired.

Wen Xien in the mirror was fiddled with expressionlessly, wearing a pale cyan robe, her thin onion-like white fingers poked out of the wide sleeves, Ke Changqing put on a white fox fur cloak for her, and a fluffy and fluffy collar was around her neck, lining her little face with snow white and dark eyebrows, looking like a porcelain doll.

Ke Changqing stood behind her, looked at the two of them from the mirror, and then touched Wen Xien's wrist and frowned: "Why are you thin again?" ”

It's almost over

(End of chapter)