Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

At dusk, light purple clouds were steaming in the sky, and a half-moon was pouring out clear silver light like water at the other end of the sky, like smoke and clouds covering the world, and a light mist fell.

The false and the real overlapped at this moment, making people forget the truth of Luofu Yunri.

She stood by the window, her bright yellow eyes looked at the courtyard blankly, and time and the wind blew a layer of ripples, which blew layer by layer into the past...

Under the dim sky, the shadows of the trees were dancing, reflecting the increasingly deep purple and red sunset, and the light shone through the gaps into her eyes, and the eyes were rippling.

Ten years... Even if it was only ten years ago, if someone told her that she would feel lost and melancholy because she didn't see someone for a day in the future, she would definitely be dismissive, right?

"Hmm... Stupid Yuchen... Why haven't you come home yet..."

Holding the screen tightly in her hand, the chat with Yuchen stopped half an hour ago. He wanted to return Xiao Bailu to Yanqing so that he could take her home...

Well, Xiaolong Niang's safety is still very important.

After blowing the wind for an unknown period of time and being in a daze for a while, Fu Xuan took a breath and turned to the bathroom.

Her face was a little wrinkled, perhaps because of some dust, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Wash her face, and then continue to wait for her husband to come home!

Well... Walking on the wooden corridor, stepping on the last rays of sunset, she suddenly remembered a cartoon she watched with her husband a few days ago.

The story of the yellow sponge and the pink starfish, one of the passages goes like this…

“What do you usually do when I’m not at home?”

“Waiting for you to come back…”

…

“Alas… bad guy Yu Chen, you’ve made me so worried that I can’t even concentrate on reading…”

Fu Xuan wiped clean water over her face, then raised her eyes and looked at her wet face in the mirror.

“Hmph… I’m so pretty, but you’re willing to be apart for so long…”

After a long silence, she couldn’t help but cover her eyes in shame, her thin and tender face flushed slightly, and she became a woman in the boudoir.

She took a long breath, wiped herself with a towel, and couldn't help but take a few breaths...

There were two towels, but Yu Chen never used his, so his towels always looked like the new ones he bought...

She had already changed several of them, and this one was getting a little old... It was full of the smell of the two of them mixed together...

However, people can't smell their own scent, so what they breathe into their hearts is naturally only their husband's~

When Taibu looked up again, her beautiful face was already stained with a touching blush, and her sparkling eyes further highlighted her uncontrollable longing in her heart...

Obviously...Obviously they were only separated for a while...

Fu Xuan stared at the mirror for a while, and suddenly, a small corner of something in her peripheral vision attracted her attention.

Fu Xuan paused, slowly turned her head and looked at the corner of the wall.

Well... yesterday's clothes haven't been washed yet... hers, Yuchen's are still piled there...

Reason told Master Taibu not to do this, but her body seemed to be out of control, and she squatted down in front of the pile of clothes without knowing when.

Fu Xuan's eyes trembled violently, and her expression was extremely tangled...

Finally... the last bit of bottom line in her heart made her control her desire... and hold on to that bit of moral integrity...

Took a shirt of Yuchen and stuffed it quickly into her arms.

Her heart rate accelerated in an instant, and the clothes seemed to carry his warmth, warmly nestling on her abdomen.

Fu Xuan's heart was pounding, her face flushed, and she glanced at the corridor nervously, making sure there was no movement, then she quickly slipped out and went straight to the bedroom...

Although it was really exciting... but... she still didn't rely on divination to deduce the time when her husband would come back...

Forget about work, but if you have to divine everything in life, it would be too boring...

Especially after meeting Yuchen, every surprise with him was enough to make her extremely happy.

…

On the bed, the pink petite figure stuck out her hips, buried her head in Yu Chen's shirt, and breathed in his scent deeply, while making strange love-speaking mutterings.

"Hehe... my husband smells... so good... hehehe... I like it..."

Hmm... just like the way a certain sword saint held her and breathed in...

If Xing Xuan Qing Que saw her like this, they would definitely complain, "There are two different people sleeping in the same bed."

Otherwise, how could they say they were in love... they were both obsessed with each other...

The feeling of holding clothes and sniffing them is different from the feeling of holding the person...

Although it is not as real as the real feeling and warmth of the real person, the stimulation brought by this act of secretly venting the longing in the heart is very exciting...

So much so that the usually calm Taibu Lord couldn't help but lose his former demeanor and temperament after not seeing his husband for a day...

Really, really, really...I really want to be held tightly in his arms...

The kind of hug that makes me want to rub myself into his body...

Her arms are wrapped around me, her nose is touching her shirt, she is in a trance, her face is flushed...

"Yu Chen~"

As a married woman, her husband is full of energy, so she doesn't have the worry of not having enough to eat...

She is even a little afraid of him...

But the emotions come together, she misses him so much, and the ripples in her heart can't help but spread...

She bit her thin lips, her breathing was a little heavy on her shirt, and her palms unconsciously clasped on her waist socks...

Long Under the skirt, the white stockings slowly fell off, and a touch of pure white was also taken off...

The skin was slightly cool, and the fingers touched lightly. Fu Xuan grabbed her husband's clothes and put them between her nose and lips, no longer restrained...

"Yu Chen..."

Time was like a sticky silk thread, slowly stretching out, just like the dragon beard crisp, dense and sticky...

The wind drilled into the window gap, lifted the wind chimes, and swung a light cry, accompanied by the woman's deep longing for her husband, mixed, gentle and long...

Mr. Sword Saint finally returned home with milk tea with sugar, sugar, and sugar, and his heart was full of longing for his fragrant, soft and lovely daughter-in-law.

The thoughts accumulated along the way began to tilt the moment the door was opened...

"Hehe~ Not in the office... Could it be that he was hungry and sneaked into the kitchen to eat? Or was he bored waiting and went back to his room to rest..."

He murmured softly, with a faint smile on his lips. After arriving home, he was not in a hurry and walked slowly towards the house...

Suddenly... a faint moan came into his ears...

Yu Chen paused slightly and looked up into the depths of the inner room...

He could have misheard anyone's voice in the world, except Fu Xuan...

Hmm... This noise... Is my wife... so lonely?

He subconsciously held his breath and walked slowly towards the bedroom...

Yu Chen stood at the door, listening to the suppressed movement in the room and her constantly repeating his name... His mood gradually became hot...

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes again. He firmly pushed the door open and walked in, and then slammed it shut...

At some point, the burning red had dyed the tip of the man's ear.

At this moment, the bedroom was terribly quiet...

The two people's sight met in mid-air, and the suffocating silence spread...

Yu Chen's eyes fell on her face, and he couldn't help but slowly float down...

The messy upturned skirt, the entangled snow-white long legs... and the blush on her face, the blurred eyes with a strong love, all stimulated his nerves.

"Fu Xuan... I'm back..."

"Wait... wait! You are not allowed to talk now!" She might be suffocating, she really can't breathe...

Fu Xuan slowly sat up, pulled down her skirt and looked down at the quilt, not daring to look up and look directly at her husband...

It's normal to sell yourself, even if you are seen... but if that person is your husband, it's okay...

The problem is... her material is too obvious, while sniffing his shirt, her charming posture is directly seen completely, seen cleanly...

The degree of social death cannot be described in words...

Perhaps... Taibu Lord expected this situation, and similar things have happened in the past...

Even if there is a similar expectation in the heart, it is not easy to decide, but at least at this moment...

At that moment, the heart was filled with shame...

She was even a little calm...

So calm that she wanted to strangle herself to death...

"Yu Chen..." Fu Xuan sat up cross-legged, her palms pressed tightly on the skirt, her head lowered, and her voice was light and floating.

"In..."

"You...won't...laugh at me, right?"

"Of course...what's so funny about my own wife? Rather...ahem...I'm a little happy and about to pass out..."

He turned his face away slightly, his face flushed slightly, but the joy on his face was hard to suppress.

Although...although the scene was very embarrassing...

But...being...like this...um...unspeakable...um...talking about...that...the kind of spiritual satisfaction is indescribable.

"...Just pretend nothing happened today, okay?"

"This...I don't want to...Wife, your expression just now was really cute..."

"Stop talking, okay? Please..."

Really, she really wanted to strangle herself to death immediately.

Yu Chen pursed his lips, slowly walked to the bed, glanced at her, and sat down.

Fu Xuan didn't respond.

After another glance, Yu Chen took off his shoes and moved closer to her.

Fu Xuan quickly picked up his materials and stuffed the incriminating shirt and his white silk into the bed.

But the little white hanging on his feet was a bit eye-catching...

Yu Chen glanced at her again, and had every reason to suspect that she was encouraging him to take the initiative...

"Milk tea...drink? With sugar..."

Fu Xuan still didn't look at him, but reached out his hand...

Yu Chen grabbed the soft little hand and gently pulled it, and the girl's soft body floated into her arms.

It smelled very good, hot, and she was sweating a little. There were a few strands of hair on her forehead, which was very cute.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath, tightened his arms, and gave her a hug that seemed to want to rub her into his body, just as she had expected before.

"Yu Chen...I'm not the kind of...satisfied person..."

"Okay, you said you can't talk about it...and what is unsatisfied...If you have to say it, I am more like it, right? I beg you every night to get close to me."

"Then...then I don't...have any weird habits...I just saw the clothes because...I happened to see them..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you want, anything is fine."

"Forget it...anyway...anyway, I must have been infected by you...that's why I like to smell your scent." ”

“Okay~ It’s my problem~”

“Today… because… I haven’t seen you for a whole day, so I missed you a little bit, and I was thinking about it and impulsively…”

“Well, after all, I went to bed early last night, and it’s my responsibility that I didn’t take good care of my wife! And then I slipped out for a whole day today and didn’t accompany you well, so my wife, you missed me, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

“…”

“Drink?”

“Drink…”

For some reason, although I still shamefully wanted to turn back time, being held like this by him, my mood would naturally calm down.

Fu Xuan secretly raised her eyes and glanced at her husband. The moment her eyes touched his face, she couldn’t control her longing for him for a whole day, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed him.

Yu Chen just smiled, unwrapped the package, inserted the straw and handed it to her.

“You missed me, I’m very happy. ”

“I’ve always missed you…”

She responded softly, her head still lowered, her shy face was delicate and charming, revealing the moisture of unfinished business, which was particularly lovely.

“How much do you miss it?”

“You saw it all…”

“Well… continue?”

“…No.”

“Let me help you~”

“I haven’t had dinner yet… I’m hungry…”

“It’s okay, just simply finish the unfinished business.

And… my husband is here now, you can kiss, hug, sniff, and touch me as you like~”

“You talk as if I’m some kind of weird nympho…”

“So, Master Taibu, right? "

Fu Xuan finally couldn't help but look up at him, pursed her lips, and hummed: "Shut up..."

"You can also open your mouth... Wife, you choose~"

He smiled, leaned over to greet her, and kissed her red lips.

...

Yu Chen is still very honest and trustworthy, or rather... Compared to satisfying his desires at the moment, making Fu Xuan happy and satisfied, bringing him happiness and joy is better than being comfortable...

Because she is really cute... Just now she was stimulated, and she looked delicate and shy, but she couldn't help hugging me and kissing me... I couldn't refuse at all!

I love her so much!