My Darling Sick Beauty

What kind of wind and cold can you get with this blow?

Jiang Zheliu is not in line with his way of thinking.

He thought that it was the cold wind pouring in at night, but he didn't wake up completely. He just put his hand around his neck and said, "it's OK."

Smell the person night but feel that the heat on his body is a little too much, send out the breath is also sweet and greasy to urge a person to mess.

The sensitivity of the demon clan is not as strong as that of the demon clan, and the impact is not so serious, but at this time, he shakes his mind a little.

Jiang Zheliu's weight is very light. Wen renye takes him down from the edge of the air leakage on the second floor and sends him to the soft couch next to the fire. Then he tells achu, who is shocked by the huge noise, to put up a temporary border and deal with it later.

The little deer's hooves jumped up and stepped on the steps of the wooden building.

There is a bell hanging on the top corner of the soft couch. With the micro motion of the bed curtain, it makes an occasional crisp sound.

Wen Ren sat by the bed and looked at him at night.

He's always like this. It's easy for him to fall asleep. That kind of tired feeling engraved into the eyebrow, can't put forward a lot of things. The speech is also indifferent, simple and calm, as if to say one more word, it is very energy consuming for him.

Jiang Zheliu's cape and coat were gently taken off by him. He covered his shoulder with a soft and light brocade quilt, and covered a small part of his chin tightly. His thin lips were slightly pursed. It seemed that his lips were a little dry with the abnormal temperature at the moment.

Smell the person night to see a few eyes, in the heart begin to run into to kill the fawn without knowing. He fixed his eyes on Jiang Zheliu's lip liner and lowered his head to get close to him. He felt that his breath was warm.

What's the matter? There's something wrong with the temperature.

His heart was pounding, and in a tense tumbling, he had some difficulty in following his way of thinking. He reached out and shook his shoulder gently.

"Broken willows?"

There's no echo. The man sleeps soundly.

He put his hand into the brocade quilt and pasted it on his skin through a thin shirt. He realized that the temperature rise was too much. Then he thought about the characteristics of the heavenly spirit body in his mind, and felt relieved.

But I still have to ask about it.

"Are you ok?"

The little devil was close to his cheek. He could feel the warm and fragrant fragrance when he was breathing, almost a little lingering.

The other side is like a sweet and soft cake, peeling off the packaged coat, emitting a sweet taste to the mouth, hook him to eat.

He thought that his self-control was good and his endurance was extraordinary. Then he saw Jiang Zheliu's eyes opened slightly. He didn't know if he understood what he said, so he raised his hand and held his finger.

Wen renye was about to ask again. His eyes suddenly saw his exposed hand - his fingertips were red, his whole body was steaming with heat, his palms were not wide, his knuckles were slender and curled up, and even the clear edges of the joints were filled with a light reddish.

Finger inside some wet, no strength, soft to hold him.

What he wanted to say was soon forgotten.

Only the uncontrollable impulses in my mind.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes again. He seldom sleeps like this. Usually, he can say a few words to him with two calls. But now, he just slightly moves to the direction of the little devil king and sleeps on his sleeve.

He held each other's fingers relaxed, as if on his hand.

"Broken willows?" Wen renye took a deep breath and guessed in his heart that this constitution still affected the other party, "are you really OK? You wake up, or I won't be at ease. "

He's going to be a sleepless villain.

The little devil coaxed him patiently for several times before he opened his eyes again.

That pair of black eyes is still a little at a loss, in front of the face of hearing people night stopped for a long time, a long time to find out the answer from the headache, not sure: "it should be OK."

"Should I?" Wen renye frowned and asked.

"Maybe..." Jiang Zheliu was still sleepy at this time. He buried himself in the quilt and said, "maybe I want you to hold me."

He said it calmly.

Hearing people at night, my mind is blank.

He felt that his self-control was flattened, and his whole body was rigidly trapped in this sentence. I don't know whether he thought too much, or Jiang Zheliu was too sleepy to talk too much, or their understanding of the content was different... This sentence was even more bewitching than the sweet and greasy fragrance of the other party, which made his brain completely unable to move.

He looked down at each other's hands.

Usually pale and colorless, at this time slightly pan powder, everywhere soft, looks like a piece of jade.

Lord mozun rolled his Adam's apple, held his opponent's hand, and touched his lips. His voice was dumb: "you can't... Accept it now."

When his voice came out, he was startled. This kind of emotional and dumb taste was too obvious, but he couldn't press it down.

Jiang Zheliu was given a kiss by him. He closed his eyes and gave a vague answer. I don't know whether he heard it or not. After a few seconds, when the night stopped, he slowly rubbed over and tried to kiss him.

It's something that no one can handle.

Little willow's lips are dry and slightly hot. The tip of its tongue is soft. It sweeps up the teeth lightly. It seems that it wants to kiss him, but it doesn't have much strength. Even if it takes the initiative, it feels like it wants to refuse and welcome him. Around the neck of Wen renye, he slowly kisses him. There is no sense of love and color. Instead, it seems to appease his mood and feed cake to his big wolf dog.

It's too sweet.

Hearing the sound of "buzz" in people's brain at night, the idea began to be immoral.

He was licked by the tip of Jiang Zheliu's tongue. He didn't know how to write "self-control". The little devil held each other's soft tongue and didn't let him quit. Then he bit him out of proportion and felt the hands around his neck a little tight.

Jiang Zheliu loosened his hand and drew back to the bed, protesting silently.

Where does the little devil allow him to retract again and hold each other to death with both hands. Then he goes to bed with his movements and holds one hand beside his ear. He stares at the irresponsible little willow tree in front of him and raises his eyes sickly. His eyelashes tremble slightly.

"What's the matter..." his voice was so light that it didn't sound like he was deliberately teasing him.

"You asked Wen renye looked at his red lips, reached out and touched them, "didn't you say you want me to hold you?"

Jiang Zheliu ignored him. After a long time of thinking, he said: "I'd better leave it alone. I'll just have a sleep."

He can ignore the hot heavenly spirit, but he can't ignore the hot little devil.

Hearing people's night, he made the man's heart itch, where it was so easy to stop. He went around the other side's waist, lowered his head to his ear and said, "if you can't stand it, I'll pester you, and let you know that some words can't be said."

His breath was so hot that he fell on his ears and felt numb. Jiang Zheliu's sensitive points can't be touched. Once you touch your waist, you will be soft. Fortunately, he couldn't see it on his bed now. He made it impossible for him to go on sleeping, so he had to coax him: "I've lost my word for a while, do you want to pursue me?"

The little devil lifted his hair at his temples, rubbed his fingers against his ears, and saw a piece of crimson on his frosty skin.

He heard the sound of Jiang Zheliu gently inhaling.

Hearing people's heart thumping at night, the more at this time, the more nervous it is. But he couldn't stop his hand. He rubbed his ears, and then he leaned down and buried himself in the neck of the other side. He smelled the cool of ice and snow, mixed with the sweet smell of body temperature and heat.

His sharp canine teeth bit on the frosty skin.

Obviously, he didn't use much force, but Jiang Zheliu's body turned red as soon as he touched it. He was so delicate that he couldn't keep it. He just bit it lightly and burned a tooth mark, which turned red all around him.

Wen renye licked his earlobe from his neck.

His hand was suddenly clenched.

Jiang Zheliu's spirit is fully awake, his body is tight, and his palms are wet. He holds each other's fingers tightly, and his breath is in a mess.

"You..." he pressed a little shortness of breath, "you don't make any noise."

The action of Wen Ren's night stopped for a while, and then slowly held his cheek, purple eyes deep: "don't you like it?"

It's not that I don't like it.

Jiang Zheliu avoided his sight, fearing that he would be confused for a moment. If he died in the bed of Lord mozun, it would be a shame and a strange story.

"I can't stand it." He whispered, "I can't think about it any more."

Hearing that he didn't speak in the middle of the night, he just held him for a long time. The color in his eyes changed, and finally he bit his teeth and answered.

The little wolf dog fell on the edge of his shoulder, but he didn't press him carefully. His voice was dull: "you want to..."

Jiang Zheliu coughed softly and felt that he was in danger of dying. He reached out and rubbed a handful of the little devil's hair. Then he felt the devil's horn that came out with emotion.

Tough.

He felt along the pattern for a while, and the remaining light of his sight swept to the other party's body. He found that the magical pattern on his body was also slowly emerging, and it seemed that he was really upset.

But Jiang Zheliu really didn't mean it. He was so sleepy just now that he felt dizzy. He used to kiss him just to appease Wen renye.

Appeasement doesn't work, it's a desire. Hope.

After all, Jiang xianzun has rich experience in life. He is very able to think in other places. He reaches out his hand to touch the magic horn at will, rubs his hair, turns his head to him and says in a low voice: "I don't know how much I have to raise to solve this physical problem."

"... well."

The little devil is still sulking.

Who would have thought that Lord demon could be so angry because of this.

"I was just wrong." Jiang Zheliu, as a senior, is very tolerant and magnanimous. He never taboo to admit his mistake, "it makes you so miserable."

The sweetheart's breath is not enough when he speaks. The ending of each word is very light and short. The words don't have such a good support point. When he speaks, the residual breath comes gently with a cold and sweet aroma.

My heart began to itch again.

Jiang Zheliu didn't hear his answer, and he felt more and more strange until he felt that the other party's hard horns were against his palm, and another hard one also hurt him.

Jiang xianzun, who claims to be an old man, was silent for a long time. He slowly took back his hand and felt numb by the size.

He moved quietly to the side of the soft couch.

No, it's not a human thing.

He had a strange respect for Chang Qian's mother and thought it was great to pay for love.

He didn't seem so great. He just wanted to hide.

Before Jiang Zheliu could escape half a palm of his hand, he was taken back by Wen renye and held in his arms without embarrassment.

Jiang xianzun, who has not known fear for a thousand years, is really a little afraid.

It seems that Wen renye didn't notice his emotion, or that he should deliberately scare him when he noticed it. He locked people in his arms and sucked the heavenly spirit, and told him to sleep when he was sleepy.

Jiang Zheliu was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep much. He didn't dare to look down, but after a period of silence, he found the topic and asked, "you... What can I do?"

Even if he didn't describe it, he could understand it.

The other side seems to be really thinking for a moment: "your leg..."

He gave up the idea with a word. Xiao Liushu is very sick and tender. What if he wears his skin out? Even if he doesn't hurt him, he will be red and swollen. He is very aggressive in beating the demons.

No hand. Jiang Zheliu doesn't have the strength. He should be taken good care of in his arms. He can't find anyone else to be so good except himself. Even if he is angry, he won't leave him.

In fact, Wen renye has no sense of security, but he's thick skinned about himself... No, he's very confident in his persistence, so he can't give up.

"I'll take care of it myself." Wen renye stroked his hair and smoothed the frosty hair“ It's all right

This comfort sounds strange.

Jiang Zheliu hesitated and couldn't sleep. After thinking about it for a while, he said gently, "don't hold it so tightly. It seems that I'm getting hotter."

"You're abnormally hot." Hearing that, he relaxed his strength and put his palm on his forehead. "Get up and drink some tea. I'll boil the medicine for you. I'll finish the medicine and then go to sleep."

Jiang Zheliu was arranged so clearly that he could only nod his head.

"I'll go to ask the year of Ember after I finish repairing the upstairs." It seems that they all came from the construction group of the demolition team, and they are very skilled in doing this, "is this bracelet out of order? Hit the air? "

The two butterflies are too small to be seen in the flying snowflakes.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what was going on. He looked at the ink bracelet for a while and said, "I fell asleep too much. I didn't notice what happened."

The little devil is always nervous about safety. He immediately checked, and found no problem, so he went to kiss the other person's forehead again: "when I go back to find out, is there anything suitable for your self-defense?"

His words stopped for a moment, and he asked anxiously, "don't fall asleep again."

Wen renye took care of him as a three-year-old.

Jiang Zheliu nodded helplessly and watched him return. He bowed his head to kiss him fiercely. It was as if he was angry that he thought of paimian as a demon.

"Kiss again next time." The little devil snorted, "I'm sure I'll make you cry."

Jiang Zheliu wanted to laugh, but when he thought of his less human like object, he held back his smile. He felt a little uneasy. After a long time, he said: "try not to give you this opportunity."

The night of hearing people

What's the matter? Not only did he not feel the threat of happiness, he felt more angry.

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As far as the little devil is concerned, he's afraid to drop it in his hand and melt it in his mouth. Do you still expect him to do something that Jinjiang doesn't allow?