My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Rong Xian's hair spread out on the crotch, and the complicated patterns intertwined with the thick black hair, creating a natural heavy color. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her generous palms fell on the curve of her waist. Her fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. The fingertips were just placed on her waist: "Isn't it like A-Wan said, to set an example for Brother? If A-Wan is really angry..."

"How about Ah Wan calls back?"

Wei Wan was just about to open his lips, but couldn't help but pause, and moved his hand down his body. Before he could reach the place, Rong Xian's hand grabbed it, and he rubbed it with his fingertips. He raised his eyes in confusion and glanced at it. It was pitch black outside: "It's midnight, my brother's gold-encrusted dress is too grand, isn't it?"

"Very uncomfortable?" Rong Xian's voice was hoarse, and his throat was slurred as if it was blocked. He clasped her waist with one hand and pressed her forward, "If you don't feel comfortable, sit up."

Wei Wan leaned forward under his pressure, his long hair brushed his shoulders and fell in front of him. The ends of his hair hung on Rong Xian's long, slender and smooth neck. The slight shaking made Rong Xian feel itchy. He tilted his head back, his neck curved gracefully, and his Adam's apple rolled at the right time.

In the charming atmosphere, the sudden rise of desire was squeezed into a tight place, and it was unclear who was seducing whom.

Wei Wan's eyes were attracted by the delicate and beautiful neck, his hands were locked by Rong Xian, and he leaned over, the material of his clothes was rustling, and the tip of his nose pressed against the side of the neck: "Brother, this figure is dancing. Ji Zhongding is particularly outstanding."

Rong Xian was irritated by her movements. Her warm breath blew on her skin, as if she was sniffing her skin. Her thin fingers forcefully pressed into Wei Wan's palm, interlocking with hers, and holding that hand in an instant. Pressing against her back, the area below that was not pressed was relieved for a moment, and a soft sigh escaped from her lips: "You like it?"

"If you like...can you see my brother's amazing dancing again?" Wei Wan raised his head from the crook of his neck where he was bumped into, and his forehead brushed against his chin, "That one will be unforgettable once you see it, and you will fall in love with it again." ,"

"Goodbye, Qingxin," Rong Xian lowered his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly as he met those phoenix eyes, and repeated these four words in a clear and gritty voice, "Would you love to see you again? Ah Wan can't do it because of brother's kindness. He is docile and has little knowledge. He is not as erudite and knowledgeable as Ah Wan. He only deceives my brother because he has read many drawing books."

"Brother, how will you know if you will fall in love again if you don't try," Wei Wan frowned and pressed his cheek against his sharp jawline, "He is kind and gentle, but has little knowledge."

After a pause, his body began to tremble slightly, and his whole body fell downwards, even burying himself in Rong Xian's chest. Little did he know that this move was obviously putting Rong Xian on the fire.

Rong Xian closed his eyes, and the shadow of his long eyelashes was reflected on his face. His whole person became dark, and the place below that had been soothed for a moment was once again buried in the mist and soft clouds. The hand intertwined with Wei Wan suddenly became a little weak. Clamp and trace the black hair behind Weiwan's pillow.

Wei Wan paused and realized in a daze that the heat that was gradually rising was not the fire jade pendant hanging around Rong Xian's waist.

She straightened her upper body while supporting Rong Xian's heart, sticking it so close without moving even an inch: "Brother, can't you hear the word 'love'? It's hard to avoid marching in the bitter cold, and it's unavoidable to feel overwhelmed with joy. But this is even more revealing. , I'm sweating again, brother, please be careful of evil wind entering your body, so as not to attract wind and cold."

Rong Xian stood up, put one arm around her waist and lifted her up an inch: "I can't hear the word 'love',"

"It's the people who met A-Wan, listened to a few words of A-Wan, and even thought about it,"

"Weiwan,"

"Wei Awan,"

"Wei Xiaosi,"

"It makes my heart flutter." Wei Wan was held in his arms and bumped upwards, her body pressed against his chest without any gap. Her arms were on his shoulders, and her hands were wrapped around his head. Afterwards, she tugged on his hair and said, "Brother, what I mean is that I should be the one responsible for the disaster."

"It's the Immortal Spring God," Rong Xian raised her eyes and looked at Wei Wan from bottom to top, with the tip of her nose just touching her chin, "the desire of the heart."

"Brother is still very particular about his words and sentences," Wei Wan braided Rong Xian's long hair. The thick ink was like silk and satin, flowing back and forth between Wei Wan's fingers, adding elegance and grace, making people just want to sink in here. In the gentle countryside, "It's just that my brother's high-spirited and vigorous spirit, if he doesn't relieve it, I'm afraid he won't be able to get down."

"If I hold back my body until I am paralyzed and my lower limbs are paralyzed, and I will never be able to flourish or regain my strength, then wouldn't my sin be too great?"

"Listen, Ah Wan has been reading these dirty jokes a lot," Rong Xian raised his eyelashes and raised the corners of his lips intriguingly. At the same time, he lifted up the brocade quilt wrapped around Wei Wan's body and threw it on the bed. The world was spinning. , the postures of the two of them suddenly changed, "I know more, so why not let Ah Wan relieve my brother?"

Rong Xian pressed Wei Wan in front of him, put one hand under her pillow, and held her knuckles with the other, placing it in the middle of her waist.

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and glanced at the posture that was not conducive to her. He didn't feel any danger at all. He looked up at him quite leisurely. When he raised his eyes, he pursed his lips and smiled. At the same time, he put his fingertips on Rong Xian's upper abdomen and traced them along the two sides. The abdominal white line in the middle of the side firming muscle slides down to the umbilicus.

Suddenly, the back of her hand suddenly fell into the warm and broad palm.

"Wei Xiaosi, you are really brave," Rong Xian clamped her hands on top of her head, and in her misty eyes, there was a dark and intense overflow that could not be concealed, with a He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it."

Rong Xian lowered his body, bit her earlobe, pulled hard, and coldly snorted: "Things are rare and valuable, and if they are obtained easily, they are no longer interesting, and they will be even harder to cherish in the future, just like this dance." , I will miss you every day if I don’t have it again.”

"Don't even think about it, Wei Awan." Rong Xian's lips were close to the bridge of her ear, speaking slowly and slowly, "I just want you to think about and worry about Rong Xian forever and only. This person, this name, is engraved with your Weiwan mark every inch."

After saying this, Rong Xian lowered his forearms behind Wei's pillow, pinched the back of her neck and locked her in his arms. He closed his eyes and hugged her tightly. After a while, he raised his long eyelashes. When he stood up and pulled away, he held her in his arms. He picked her up by the neck, and in an instant he covered her body with the brocade quilt under Wei Huan's body. He leaned on the bed and rubbed her hair: "Go and drink porridge. Let me take my time."

Wei Wan hooked his neck and said with a smile: "Brother, I know a lot, why don't I show my kindness?"

"Don't be merciful. I don't want this kind of kindness." Rong Xian's curved thin lips touched her lips lightly. The arm that was resting on the side of the bed dropped and he put the back of his hand against her belly. "It's too much trouble." I haven’t eaten any hot food all day, so good boy, go quickly.”

Wei Wan didn't bother him anymore. As he stood up and walked around the screen, Rong Xian's lazy tone came from behind again: "Big cloak, it's cold outside, put it on more."

The picture of the immortal was replaced by a graceful goddess, winging with the phoenix, but the person looking at the picture was replaced by the elegant immortal!

Rong Xian leaned back and rested his head on the edge of the couch, looking blankly into the void. He slowly let out a breath, and after a while, his long eyelashes fell. He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, and regained his expression. He stretched out his hands. He reached toward the pillow and picked up a few long hairs that were pulled out from under him when Wei pulled them up.

He Weiwan had just pulled off his black hair, gathered it together and tied it in one place, took out the handkerchief and carefully wrapped it in it, and put it properly in front of his heart.

I caught a cold again, once a month. I suspected inflammation!