My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Wei Wan raised his eyes in surprise. The hands he wrapped around her jade fingers gradually became cold, like jade in winter, which was bone-chilling. As he spoke, he raised his other hand and slowly moved up the waist and abdomen. Finally, she pressed her broad shoulders against his neck.

Sure enough, the body that was burning just a moment ago became like a icy and snowy cellar in the blink of an eye: "Cold?"

"Evil nature," Wei Wan grabbed the wide sleeves and wrapped them around Rong Xian's waist. He spread the wide sleeves flat and covered his tight and thin back. His hands climbed along his back and shoulders, pressing the person towards him. .

However, Rong Xian refused to obey. The arm pressed against her ear refused to release any force. She raised her eyes dissatisfied: "Chaste martyr? This posture makes you feel like you are ready to die."

"It's too cold." Rong Xian tensed his jaw, feeling a little unbearable from the ice and fire. He held on to his remaining sanity and rubbed the top of her hair with the back of his hand, "You will catch the cold."

"What are you doing, Rong Xian?" Wei Wan's gleaming eyes were full of indifference, and his tone couldn't help but say, "I have stopped being so squeamish a long time ago."

When Rong Xian heard this, he couldn't help but think deeply.

Wei Wan's squeamishness when he first entered Jinyang seemed to be still in front of his eyes. He had obviously grown up in a border town where the wind and sand were howling and the sun was shining in the sky, but he was still cultivated by Wei Jingji and became dignified and graceful.

At that time, it was winter, and the little girl was afraid of the cold and delicate. She couldn't bear the smell of charcoal fire, so she built a hothouse and chiseled fire walls. Then she would hibernate in the inner room for the whole winter without taking a step out.

In a daze, the thin arms relaxed, and suddenly, the warmth in his arms enveloped him, and the warm breath fell on his ears, like thin and dense needles, pricking his skin, with a breath. Some weak stings filled the air and clung to his remaining sanity.

The veins on the back of Rong Xian's hand were bulging and glowing with light blue. He trembled his fingertips, followed her ear, and touched the back of her neck. His thumb rubbed the broken hair behind her pillow: "It's brother's fault." ,"

He buried himself in her collarbone, searched upward with the tip of his nose, and touched the crook of her neck: "As a punishment, brother, I will always guard Awan, okay?"

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly: "It would be better if we never meet again."

"So heartless," Rong Xian's voice was hoarse, vague and charming, and his eyes were dim and unclear, "Wuanwan hugged him so tightly, no wonder my brother misunderstood me. Tsk, I thought that Wanwan... meant that I wanted to be with my brother for the rest of my life, no? Separate."

Hearing this, Wei Wan's face, immersed in darkness, seemed to be filled with something indescribable, as if he had swallowed dozens of flies: "Can you speak? Do you still want face? Don't be such a disgusting person."

Rong Xian was amused by her disgusted tone, he let out a light chuckle, and then asked more closely: "Redeem?"

Wei Wan tilted his head, tensed his jaw, and pushed his shoulder hard.

"Boom -" Rong Xian was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by her. Through the moonlight, she could clearly see the stunned look on her face.

She gently drew her palms outward, supported the bed and stood up with her upper body, slowly straightened the skirt of her clothes, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on it. When she stood upright, she lowered her eyes to look at Rong Xian who was sitting on the ground, and straightened the belt around her waist. Say: "I'm a bitch."

Then, she walked around him with lotus steps, and poured herself a glass of water in an orderly manner, tasting it as if it was some kind of sweet spring rain and dew.

After a long time, Rong Xian came back to his senses. He bent one knee and put his arm on top. Then the pleasure bursting out from his chest slowly spread to his limbs. He buried his forehead in the crook of his elbow, and followed the movement of his chest with his lips. The vibrations revealed bursts of clear smiles, and the resonant sound lasted for a long time and disappeared between the elbows.

After a while, Rong Xian suddenly looked back. The fox's eyes were filled with a dazzling halo. The cinnabar tear mole was instantly shocked, and his tone continued: "Take it back."