Sheng Xuanren hesitated a little: "Do you really want to listen?" ”

"Of course." Qiong also put his hands on his cheeks, and said with blazing eyes: "Listen to me." ”

Seeing that she was full of anticipation, Sheng Xuanyan wiped the jade flute in his hand with a handkerchief, played it horizontally around his mouth, and the melodious and clear flute sound hovered in the room.

This thought only lasted for three breaths, and from the fourth breath onwards, Qiong also felt a little strange, not that the air sound he blew was sparse and intermittent, on the contrary, the air sound blown by Sheng Xuanyan was very stable and strong, and he had been practicing hard for a long time when he heard it; It's not that he played the wrong note, there was no mistake in the sound, and there was no omission, the reason is that the rhythm he played was far from the original song.

This well-known "Falling Flowers", the style of music is tactful, very pleasant, but he was forced to blow out the breath of slaughter, the rhythm is fast and slow, like a drum beat, the more dense, the more excited, Qiong also got goosebumps when he heard it, and hurriedly stopped: "Sheng Xuan, okay, okay!" OK! ”

Sheng Xuanren stopped playing the flute and said, "The song hasn't been finished yet." ”

Qiong also felt that he had to send himself away after blowing this song, and reluctantly smiled: "You blow, uh, well, very powerful." ”

Sheng Xuan put down the flute and laughed: "What are these words?" He paused, and knew that there was a big problem with his blowing, "I have practiced this song for several days, but I am still not familiar with it, so I will go back and practice again, and blow it to you after I practice." ”

Qiong also whispered: "That's a lot more practice......"

He wiped the flute again, put it back in the wooden box, saw that Joan was also a little fried, stretched out his hand and braided her back one by one, Joan also felt that he was touching a cat to soothe himself, some wanted to laugh, the braid quickly went back, she held his hand on her shoulder, and clasped it very skillfully.

Sheng Xuanyan felt her warm and soft hand, and said lightly: "Qiong Yi." ”

"Huh?" Joan also turned around, her eyes full of water, and looked at him with a smile and a word.

Sheng Xuanren looked at her, saw that her eyelashes were like feathers and gently fanned, her lips were ruddy, and she lost her mind for a moment, her ears quickly burned, red to the root, and she was born in love, pulling her into her arms, getting close to both sides, leaning over and kissing.

He came suddenly, but Joan was not surprised, the liquor she had drunk in the evening seemed to be working, and she was dimly drunk, and her face was red. Sheng Xuan hugged her waist tightly, breathing rapidly, I don't know if he felt a little cold on the desk or what, he directly hugged Qiong Yi horizontally, and between the hugs, he still didn't forget to ask her for a kiss.

"Qiong Yi, come ......" Sheng Xuan hugged her and lowered his voice.

Joan was lifted off the ground, tightened his chest to stabilize her balance, and responded to his plea by pecking her cheek.

Sheng Xuanyan walked to the side of the bed and put her down, afraid that she would knock her head, so he specially pillowed her with his hands, and the whole person lay down. Although the bed was made on the mattress, it was still a little awkward, and Joan was also pressed by him, and when her lips parted, she raised her hand and pushed him away, and sat up.

Sheng Xuan complained that she didn't know what she was going to do, and she struggled to get up, so she turned her hand and pressed her shoulder, she sat on his lower abdomen, and pressed him down.

Qiong also supported her upper body, looking down at the people below her, it was obviously such a oppressive posture, but Sheng Xuanyan did not have any sense of panic except for her unusually flushed face, and the undercurrent in her inky eyes was surging, as if she was watching with interest to see what she could do next.

Joan also dissolved his high tied ponytail hair, black hair scattered on the quilt, like a fine black brocade, she hung his hair in front of his forehead, carefully examined him, jade-like face, sword eyebrows handsome, five or six centoms like Danfeng eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, but the bright pupils are round enough, the eyelashes are long and thick, the nose is high, the lips are kissed by the square, and the crimson appears, it is really a superb scene in the world, and I can't get enough of it.

She picked up a strand of his hair, pinched it on her fingertips, and smiled: "Sheng Xuan, you are really beautiful......

When the words fell, she kissed the strand of hair lightly, hooked her knuckles at his chin, stroked it along the Adam's apple, and said softly, "I like it." ”

“…… Joan also. Sheng Xuan's resentful Adam's apple subconsciously swallowed, grabbed her hand, and the emotion in her eyes gradually rose: "You are teasing." ”

She leaned over and pressed down: "No, I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart." ”

Sheng Xuan resentfully pressed on her back and grabbed her waist with one hand, Qiong also sensed that he wanted to turn over and take the upper position, and hurriedly pressed his shoulders with both hands, but he couldn't resist his strength, and he easily lifted his legs and pressed back to the original position. Sheng Xuan's resentful heart was uncontrollably messed up in his chest, without saying a word, he lowered his head and bit into her mouth arrogantly and messily, using his lips and teeth together, there was a faint smell of wine between his tongues, sweet and tempting, he seemed to be a little drunk, and between breaths, and then kissed deeply, Joan also hugged his neck, and his breath became more and more sinking.

"Sheng Jun......" In the short time between the faces, she gasped slightly: "Kiss, I never taught you to use the ...... of biting"

"Hmm." Sheng Xuan bit her lower lip resentfully, "But I like it." ”

He turned his head slightly, just enough to cover her lips, and he said, "Open your mouth." ”

Sheng Xuan bit very hard, all of her breath, Qiong was also a little confused, and not to be outdone, let him swallow the east, so he bit back, he noticed that her bite was not light or heavy, just itchy, chuckled: "Use some strength, Qiong Yi." Didn't I treat you well tonight? ”

This remark was a bit frivolous, Qiong Yi's already red face was even redder, and she couldn't bite it, and she couldn't hold it down, she locked his neck a little negatively, Sheng Xuanyan was pressed between her neck sockets, and happened to kiss and bite her neck, reached out to pinch her elbows, and pressed it inward.

Qiong Yi suddenly felt that his arm was numb, his whole arm was twitching and unconscious, and his neck was still itchy and hot, mixed with two or three points of stinging pain, and he said: "Sheng Xuan's resentment!" You pinch me numb! ”

"You locked my throat first." Sheng Xuan was innocent: "Don't you allow me to defend myself?" ”

"You, woo......" Qiong also felt that he was blowing in his ear, sucking on his earlobe, warm, his body was excited, and gradually numb to the bones, so he had to curl up under him, and secretly reprimanded in his heart: Sheng Xuanren is a fox spirit who relies on his own heart to do whatever he wants!

*

The moonlit night was quiet, and after the kiss, the two lay flat on the mattress, their hands still holding each other, palms against palms, and five fingers buckled along each other's fingers to make ten fingers, like the intertwined roots of trees.

The moonlight through the window is very faint, but it is not clean, and the window lattice is like a frost flower, adding coolness to the early summer. Qiong also listened to the heartbeat and breathing of the person beside her, steady and steady, I don't know if she was too relaxed, or really sleepy, after her eyelids drooped a few times, she fell asleep quietly, and when Sheng Xuanyan wanted to continue talking to her, she was already asleep.

"Joan?" He didn't move even a few times, half stood up to look at her, and saw that Qiong Ye was sleeping very peacefully, with soft flesh on her cheeks piled on the mattress, bulging out of a circle, and sleeping was really cute.

"I'm asleep." Sheng Xuan sat up straight, and Qiong also felt that one side was empty in his sleep, and he had no support, so he twisted and shrank towards him, and he had to be next to him to settle down. Sheng Xuanyan saw her snow-white neck, the red bite marks were particularly conspicuous, all of them were left by him after a long period of tossing, Xu knew that he was distressed at this time, and gently opened her ears and sideburns, and rubbed the swelling for her.

Qiong also slept very deeply, defenseless, Sheng Xuan's resentful gaze stopped at the neckline of her left shoulder, and stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to fall on her for a long time, and hesitated. He knew that there was a huge scar on Qiong Yi's back, and he had inadvertently glanced at it, but he didn't see it clearly, her life story was engraved under the scar, buried by hideous flesh and skin, and when he didn't know what the stab was painted in the meantime, everything was just conjecture.

She snuggled up to her side and fell asleep peacefully, breathing slowly, like a quiet finch, Sheng Xuan's heart sank, and she couldn't do anything, and said in her heart: It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate. I can't do this to her.

Then he got up and got out of bed, took out a bottle of ointment from the cabinet to reduce swelling and stasis, and applied it to the unusually conspicuous ambiguous marks between her and herself.

Tomorrow, I think the swelling will go down.

Sheng Xuan resented that the silk quilt was covered for her, and the corners of the quilt were tucked, he didn't want to spend the night alone, so he obeyed his own wishes, did not send her back to the next room, took out the mat from the storage box, laid a bunk on the ground, and lay down to sleep on the spot.

*

In the early morning, the sky was just dark.

Qiong was sleepy-eyed, woke up from the dream, only felt that she hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time, the things in front of her were warm, and she didn't know where to get such a good pillow, when she opened her eyes completely, she saw a piece of half-exposed chest, looming under the clothes, and then looked up, she saw the slender and long eyelashes of the jade man, and suddenly her mind exploded.

Sheng Xuanyan was still asleep, one hand was pillowed under Qiong Yi's head, and the other hand was tightly holding her hand, Qiong Yi's remaining hand was not idle, it was firmly hugging his waist, and his legs were also extremely restless hooking between his legs, as close as he wanted.

What happened?

Joan retracted her hand and asked herself: Did you get to this disheveled last night?

Sheng Xuan felt that his hand was empty, and pulled the person in front of him into his arms, muttering, "Qiong Yi ......"

Qiong Yi's face was a little hot, thinking that he was also awake, and asked, "Sheng Xuan, are you awake?" ”

I didn't want the jade man in front of me to say "um", her eyelashes trembled, and she continued to hug her motionlessly, and after a while, Qiong Yi realized that this person hadn't woken up at all!

Qiong also wanted not to wake him up, and had to break out of his arms, it was a fantasy, she struggled for a while, until Sheng Xuanyan was tossed by her to wake up, the two looked at each other, he silently let go of his arms, Qiong Yi completely broke free of the restraints, and breathed smoothly.

Sheng Xuan's face was a little sluggish, he held his forehead, looked at the quilt on the bed, especially most of the quilt on his side, and then looked at the mat on the ground, and was silent.

All the answers are about to come out, it can only be that last night, he crawled back to the familiar bed in a half-dream, snatched the quilt that covered her, and slept all night with someone in his arms.

Although the two spent the night cuddling with each other in the wilderness when they traveled north, it was still very different from sleeping on the same bed.

Qiong also patted his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Sheng Xuan was dumbfounded, this is a saying among cultivators, Taoist couples sleeping together overnight will damage the cultivation of both parties, the original intention is to scare those young and emotional disciples to restrain themselves, don't do things that exceed the norm.

The rumors are naturally false, and the Taoist couples practice together, the law is like heaven and earth, and the yin and yang can be improved. However, this technique needs to be too old, otherwise it will damage the original element.

Sheng Xuanyan wanted to tell Qiong Ye that this rumor was false, but the words lingered in his throat and couldn't be spoken, his eyes were half lowered, and finally he stopped talking.

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