It’s Not Easy Being a Master

It was not an honor for the beauties to invite Joong, Shen Zhixuan did not know, he only knew that he was going to be burned by Yan Jin's sight.

It's as if he's a disappointed person who is indifferent to the new and forgets the old.

Fortunately, the lady just did scene work and invited them back, probably just to breathe with her husband. After asking clearly that they were just passing by here, she asked them to prepare a room for them, and asked them to go first. Rest.

"There is labor." After smiling and sending away the manager who showed them the way, Shen Zhixian rubbed his eyebrows and tried to make sense with Yan Jin: "Don't be angry, I don't mean anything else here, I just want to explore the nearest city What's the matter. "

Yan Jin's expression loosened a bit, and Shen Zhixian saw that he was willing to expose the stubble, so he pushed him to rest in the room arranged by the manager. "The two are probably busy calculating each other. Let's rest first. Let's talk about something tomorrow. "

The supervisor did not know their relationship, and arranged two rooms for them. Shen Zhixian didn't matter. Yan Jin was a bit reluctant: "I want to be together ..."

The door of the guest room was facing outside, and guards were guarding them. The two guards saw them hovering at the door of the room and looked at them quietly.

Shen Zhixian gave a cough, and said positively, "Be polite and be serious in other people's homes. Be good." He pushed Yan Jin into the room, and returned to the house next door, covering the door.

In fact, since Yan Jin confessed his mind that day, they have never slept in separate rooms. Today I suddenly separated, let alone Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian actually felt like ... it seemed a bit uncomfortable.

Always want to call Yan Jin subconsciously.

When I was drinking water, I wanted to ask Yan Jin whether to drink, and I was ready to take a rest. I wanted to ask Yan Jin to shake the quilt.

Shen Zhixuan stood in front of the bed for a long time, then sighed helplessly.

This is not good. How can a person live in the world so dependent on others? Habit is a terrible existence.

He took off his shoes and socks, hung his coat on the shelf next to the couch, shook off the quilt, and was about to rest, but he heard the window beeping not far away.

Shen Zhixian moved for a moment, barefooted a moment later, and walked silently to the window, pushing his wrist slightly, pushing the window halfway.

Opposite the window of this room is a bamboo forest, the moonlight is falling, the bamboo shadow is full, the wind is blowing the leaves, and the noise is rustling, the environment is very quiet.

Yan Jin, who had just separated, stood in front of the window. As soon as the window opened, his sight fell on Shen Zhixian accurately.

Shen Zhixian squeezed his fingers by the window and tightened slightly. After a while, he opened the window and said, "Where is it?"

Yan Jin said softly, "I want to go in."

Shen Zhixian immediately put Fang Cai's thoughts behind him, and stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Yan Jin held it, took a leap, and entered the room.

Shen Zhixian had an unknowing smile under his eyes, and whispered: "Do not go through the door, you must turn the window."

Yan Jin also whispered back to him: "I'm afraid I won't let me in." He bowed his head and saw Shen Zhixian barefoot, covering the window with his hands, half-embracing people and pushing back to the couch, "the ground is cold."

Shen Zhixian obediently returned to the bed, watching the other party step in without hesitation, and pushed him: "Get up early tomorrow and go back to your house."

Otherwise, Minger was seen and the two of them had a good room. They had to come and squeeze one ... Shen Zhixuan said that he was old and easily shy.

Yan Jin made a noise, and did not know if he had heard it. He carried the person familiarly into his arms, extinguished the candle with his fingers, and it was dark all around.

Shen Zhixian habitually put his hands on his waist, nestled in his arms, and prepared to sleep securely.

Being held by Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian was actually very happy.

His constitution is cold, and he always feels cold when he falls asleep. In Qingyunzong, he always had a hand heater in his bed. The hot hand stove that was blessed by the method and burnt hot was wrapped in a soft brocade cloth. Although it was warm, it was not very comfortable to hold. Shen Zhixian was disgusted but helpless.

And now being held by Yan Jin ...

Yan Jin is just a pure natural pollution-free super heater for him!

Surrounded by this reassuring warmth, Shen Zhixian was about to fall asleep, and suddenly heard Yan Jin shouting at him softly.

"... Huh?" He half-sleeped and half-woke a vague answer, his voice so low that he could barely hear, and couldn't keep his eyes open.

Yan Jin's lips touched his forehead, and the angry breath made him feel a little itchy. He shrank a little, and he heard Yan Jin asking him, "... What did you see when you were old?"

Sleepiness was too deep, Shen Zhixian didn't respond, half-opened his eyes blankly, and even felt a deep sink in his body-Yan Jin rolled over and pressed, a pair of dark eyes fixed on him instantly.

The drowsiness eased, and Shen Zhixian arrived subconsciously in his chest, pressing slightly to prevent him from being completely pressed down, and said, "What should I do?"

The candle was blown out, and the other senses were magnified infinitely in the darkness. Shen Zhixuan felt Yan Jin's hand slowly moved to his waist and poked tentatively.

I didn't know where he was poking, Shen Zhixian stiffened, his back was straight, his voice trembled for a moment: "Don't touch me ..."

He only when Yan Jin was inadvertently touched, and then pushed Yan Jin to push Yan Jin down from himself, but Yan Jin was unmoved and poked his waist very accurately.

Shen Zhixian is so big, I haven't really been afraid of anything, the only thing I am afraid of ...

Was touched by the soft meat around his waist.

-That's his most sensitive place.

Partial student Yan Jin did not converge after poking again and again, and intensified rubbing on the side.

Shen Zhixuan's waist was very thin and she had no extra fat on her lower abdomen. In order to sleep comfortably, his lining straps were not fastened loosely, and Yan Jin's long fingers flicked it loosely.

The warm fingertips touched the delicate skin.

Shen Zhixian was breathing quickly, dragging Yan Jin's collar tightly, and whispered, "A Jin!"

His original intention was to stop Yan Jin, but this cry gave Yan Jin the courage. Yan Jin not only did not flinch, but instead put the entire palm completely on his skin.

Shen Zhixian was scalded by the hot palm, and suddenly hesitated, struggling subconsciously. But Yan Jin pressed him firmly under him, he couldn't move, he could only passively bear what Yan Jin brought to him ...

Itchy.

So Yan Jin seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting, slightly curled her fingertips, and poked gently, turning around without a teacher.

Shen Zhixian had been aggressive and forced to endure. As a result, Yan Jin shouted with confusion, and he couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed instably: "Don't make it ... it's itchy of……"

Yan Jin showed a thoughtful look. He carefully recalled the picture of Shen Zhixian being scattered at a glance in the painting today. Two long legs pressed Shen Zhixian struggling to kick his leg. He squeezed Shen Zhixian's two thin wrists with one hand and held it on his head. Then, the other hand wandered freely on the lower abdomen of his waist.

Shen Zhixian couldn't hold himself completely, his body was trembling, and the unstoppable laughter was intermittent. He threatened: "Ajin ... you're going to rebel! Well, don't let me poke anymore! I poke me again tomorrow say something!"

This seems to be the same as that in the picture.

In the picture, the two people are also on and off. The clothes are half-faded, and the people lying below look confused, like enjoying themselves, and holding back something.

What they were doing, Yan Jin didn't know. Before he could understand it, the picture was scattered by Shen Zhixian.

The dim light did not prevent him from sinking all of Shen Zhixian's eyes. The face of this man Xixiu was crimson, the corners of his eyes were forced to tears, his eyes were slightly moist, and his breath trembled.

Yan Jin felt like a flame of fire in her heart, burning hot, sweeping the whole body, to burn him and Shen Zhixian together.

Shen Zhixian's hand finally struggled. He tried to calm his breath, his eyes filled with a smile, and held Yan Jin's hands in disorder, his tone was unstable: "Who taught you to do this ..."

"booklet……"

"Ok?"

He murmured too quietly, Shen Zhixian didn't hear clearly, and he murmured in confusion, but Yan Jin said: "Can't read the booklet, so can I read the book of the old age?"

From the reaction of Shen Zhixian, he keenly realized that the booklet and the book might be similar. The more Shen Zhixian did not want to show him, the more he wanted to see it.

Probably this is ... Yan Jin's late adolescent curiosity and rebellion?

Shen Zhixian: "..."

Shen Zhixian knew that Yan Jin was talking about the pamphlet painted with skin monsters. He consciously could not raise a crooked apprentice. He flatly refused: "No."

Yan Jin was gripped and moved manually: "See you at the age of ..."

"Coquettish is useless, A Jin, you are an older child, you have to be obedient-your hands are not allowed to move! Hear no-!"

Will Yan Jin be obedient?

Maybe when day is awake, but it is definitely not.

In the dark night, all those secret thoughts were revealed without any obstruction and unbridled.

Yan Jin easily got rid of Shen Zhixian's imprisonment, and her skills were repeated.

This time he was so hard-hearted that Shen Zhixuan was letting go, and the mischief was getting worse. Shen Zhixian couldn't stop him without spiritual power. He struggled and dodged in the narrow space between his chest and the bed, and it was difficult for him to tickle. He laughed in a controlled manner, his eyes were red, and a tear dripped from the corner of his eyes, moist.

Shen Zhixian had not clenched her teeth because she was gritting her teeth, but Yan Jin was a normal-minded man, so close to her sweetheart ...

Shen Zhixian felt a scalding heat against him, his back was stiff, and the whole person was bad.

Although he was willing to make intimate contact with Yan Jin, he just reached that point before he could get it in one step. Fortunately, Yan Jin had never touched and understood this kind of thing, she didn't understand it very well, she just stunned by instinct, and didn't take much action.

Before things became more difficult to control, Shen Zhixian took a deep breath and resolutely abandoned the car security officer: "Okay, okay ... don't make a mess, look at it, can you show it?"

He pushed Yan Jin with little effort, "I'll give it to you tomorrow, no more trouble."

Yan Jin stopped her hand, I do n’t know when it started, the fire in my heart was transferred to the lower abdomen, and it was a little uncomfortable for him to burn, and it was necessary to be a bit comfortable next to Shen Zhixian.

He had never felt this way, and for a moment it was unknown. So, I wanted to understand what was going on, but Shen Zhixuan was slack again, and he didn't want to miss it. He could only bury his head in the neck of Shen Zhixian's neck and arched softly Hem: "To now ..."

What Shen Zhixian hadn't responded to had been arched into flames. He gritted his teeth again, struggling to ignore the subtle existence, and yielded: "You let go and let me get up."

Yan Jin obediently let go, stood up, flipped a finger to light the candle, and stood up with Shen Zhixuan.

Shen Zhixian seemed a little hesitant, Yan Jin looked at him for a moment, and there was a sense that he would continue to play around without taking it out.

Shen Zhixian was so helpless that he rummaged out of the storage bag containing the textbooks, slowly rummaged, and put three textbooks in Yan Jin's hands, one of which was not long ago. It was not recovered from Yan Jin.

Of course, there are more than three textbooks, but the content of these textbooks is gradual, the latter two ... Shen Zhixian didn't feel anything when she saw it, but if she wanted to, Yan Jin saw it ...

hiss.

Shen Zhixian felt her face getting hot.

Seeing what Yan Jin seemed to want to say, Shen Zhixian lied inwardly: "Don't think of anything else! I really want to get angry again!"

Yan Jin responded in a low voice, put the words into her own storage bag carefully, hiding a small joy under her eyes, like a child who finally got candy, her cold face was much softer.

So noisy, so sleepless, Shen Zhixian didn't want to lie down anymore, leaning on Yan Jin's arms to gossip, and talking about painting skin monster again.

"Painted skin monsters are so amazing, can't you be tempted at the age?"

"What kind of heart is it?" Shen Zhixian casually said, "The skin is the most inaccessible. Anyone will have a bone after a hundred years ... Well, of course, the truth is that I still like beautiful, after all, I must treat my eyes.

He tilted his head to look at Yan Jin, his gaze slid from Yan Jin's eyebrows to Yan Jin's lips.

Yan Jin's appearance was that kind of tough style, with long eyebrows like swords, dark eyes, pale lips, and she was always frowning. When not talking, the whole person looked introverted and cold. But occasionally he also showed a strong breath, making people unconsciously obey.

Shen Zhixian liked his tone very much. Although he was quiet, he was reassuring with every move.

In terms of unscrupulous, unscrupulous words, it is strong and cruel and abstinent, making people unable to help but want to stir him, break his indifferent mask, and see what other expressions he can reveal.

Shen Zhixian saw Yan Jin's ears a little red, and then smiled slightly, boasting solemnly: "We Jin is much better-looking than her."

When Yan Zhixian used it to compare with the painted skin demon, Yan Jin was not angry. He lowered his eyelashes and saw Shen Zhixian smile and groan. He heard Shen Zhixian say "we Ajin". His throat was a little tight and he didn't speak.

Shen Zhixian remembered the mischief he had just been making, and wanted to get back with his revenge. He continued to tease with a lot of thought: "After seeing A Jin, no one else can see ... oh!"

Yan Jin suddenly raised her hand, clasped it on his back, and pressed her head down.

Probably men are self-taught in this kind of thing, or in other words, men are unbearable. In the past, Yan Jin's closeness only stayed on the surface. This time he finally broke the bond and was no longer satisfied with simple lips.

Shen Zhixian was clasped in his head to prevent disturbing, slightly raised his head, and received a short but hot kiss. When he hurriedly pushed away, the heart in his chest was about to pop out of his throat.

"Funny again!" Shen Zhixian tried to calm his excessively cheerful heartbeat, whispered without any deterrent, the voice was a little soft, he could hear it by himself, his face was a bit unsustainable, and he turned his head away from Yan Jin.

Losing and losing again, Yan Jin did not make a joke, but she suffered a loss.

Yan Jin was reprimanded by him and was not annoyed. Looking at Shen Zhixian's cheeks slightly flushed, he whispered in his ear and said, "Me too."

"……Ok?"

Yan Jin did not speak any more, and she was surrounded by Shen Zhixuan from behind, her head resting on his shoulder.

One breath after another sounded in his ears. Shen Zhixian could not tell that the enthusiasm on his face was spontaneous, and was also made by the heat from Yan Jin.

He endured for a while, feeling that not only his cheeks were getting hot, but also the place next to Yan Jin's chest on his back was getting hot, which made him feel a little unbearable.

Shen Zhixian pulled away Yan Jin's hand, stood up casually, shoved his shoes casually, and pretended to go to the window calmly: "Some hot, blowing wind."

The partially concealed window was reopened and creaked. The breeze blew with a little coolness, and Shen Zhixian patted his cheek, feeling awake a lot.

He looked out casually, the moonlight was dappled on the ground, and occasionally one or two insects rang in the bamboo forest, which was very clear in the silent night.

Yan Jin didn't follow him. Shen Zhixian stood for a while, feeling calmer, relieved, and planned to go back to sleep. Raising his hand, he wanted to pull the wide window back a little, and something a little far away suddenly caught his attention.

Shen Zhixian moved for a moment, and then suddenly leaned out of the window in surprise, "... what is that?"

A thick cloud of clouds, like a monster dancing with teeth, covered the sky not far away without knowing when.

The author has something to say: update at 12 noon tomorrow.

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