Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

The night came again as expected.

Qu Jinying was really overwhelmed and suggested taking turns to sleep on the floor with Wei Yansi.

Wei Yansi was very determined and gave two choices, either Qu Jinying would sleep alone, or they would sleep together.

Qu Jinying chose the former.

Wei Yansi was injured again.

She steadfastly used the ground as a bed and fell asleep quickly.

But Qu Jinying was more awake than the day. When he closed his eyes, it was all he saw and heard in Du Qizhi's room.

She thought that the atlas given by the mother-in-law was bold enough and shameful enough...

No, can't think about it anymore! She forced herself to stop, but these pictures and sounds were completely out of control, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

In the middle of the early autumn night, her forehead oozes big beads of sweat, and she is so hot that she is almost out of breath, like a drowning man thirsting for a piece of driftwood, suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up with a big mouth. respite.

Covering his heart with both hands, he tried to suppress the violent beating in his chest.

"Jinying?" Wei Yan woke up thinking about it.

Qu Jinying was taken aback, and whispered: "Yeah!"

Wei Yansi opened the quilt and tentatively walked to her couch: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I'm fine."

"not comfortable?"

"no……"

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"...Hmm." Qu Jinying raised her eyes, and looked at Wei Yansi's hazy figure outside the curtain by the silvery white moon, she saw that her white and fat fingers were distinct, and she gently opened the bed. curtain.

Afterwards, she bowed and leaned into the small half of her body, with a pair of bright black pupils, as brilliant as stars.

Qu Jinying's heartbeat was out of control again, dongdong, dongdong.

She squeezed the skirt tightly.

"Tell me about your dream?" Wei Yansi's voice became clearer, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, which made her extra gentle and became a beautiful part.

Qu Jinying enjoyed the beauty she gave, gave up her inner struggle, took the initiative to hold her wrist and pulled her to sit next to her pillow.

"I dreamt that you don't want me anymore."

It has been two months since Qu Jinying took the initiative last time.

Wei Yansi clearly remembered that that day was the Mid-Yuan Festival, the Red Lotus Sect anti-thief was making trouble on the banks of the Shuiyue River, and Qu Jinying also held her wrist tightly in this way and asked her to follow her back to the Yongyi Hou Mansion.

At that time, she was afraid that Qu Jinying would be hurt, so she only left two words: "Don't worry."

Now she also said to Qu Jinying: "Don't worry, only you don't want me."

Until you know my true identity...

Wei Yansi's eyebrows are foggy, and she looks a little lonely.

Qu Jinying only thought she was joking: "Then you are talking about how I would not want you."

"Well~" Wei Yansi said with a long voice, half serious and half naughty, "I can't tell you now."

The night is as cool as water, her voice is low and soft, like a pebble, throwing into Qu Jinying's heart lake, making a splash, splashing ripples.

Qu Jinying didn't know where to put her throbbing heart for a while, tentatively attached her warm fingers to the back of her hand, then slid her five fingers into her fingers, and squeezed it slightly: "But I lied to you. I am concerned."

Wei Yansi paused slightly, her spine was first and then soft, her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned firmly against the head of the bed.

There was no candlelight in the room, only the silver moonlight illuminating her dim facial lines.

Qu Jinying thoughtfully tucked the pillow into her back: "Lean against a man."

"Yes, my queen knows how to hurt people better."

"You're talking nonsense again!" Qu Jinying said loudly, unconsciously, and then realized that he was embarrassed.

Wei Yansi woke up from a big dream and said with a laugh: "It turns out that you are angry with me because of this."

"I didn't breathe with you." Qu Jinying sat up straight, leaned against the head of the bed next to her, and touched her arm unintentionally with her shoulder.

A small touch blasted through Wei Yansi’s heart like thunder. Her fever period just entered the susceptible stage today, and her canine teeth were itchy and swollen all day, relying on willpower to suppress the mark of Qu Jinying. impulse.

At this time, orphans and widows, sitting on the head of the bed together, each other’s shallow breaths are in their ears, and their own...heartbeats like drums.

She was so afraid that Qu Jinying would listen to this heartbeat, so she could see her fantasies, and moved a little aside.

It's just that their hands are still tightly clasped together, and their small movements have affected Qu Jinying's heart.

"You can leave if you want." Qu Jinying retracted his hand, as if he had been greatly humiliated, and he was extremely unsparing in his words.

The girl's feelings are always poetry. Wei Yansi is unwilling to be the incomprehensible negative person, and lied to her: "My legs are numb, I just moved, and I don't mean anything else."

"Liar."

Wei Yansi simply said: "Unless you drive me, I won't go anywhere."

"I really drove you."

"Dubious words," Wei Yansi put her ears to her chest like she did in the broken temple, with a layer of softness in between, listening to her sudden rapid heartbeat, "You are clearly telling you that you can't bear me."

"You're playing a rogue again!" Qu Jinying hurriedly pushed her head away, messed up her hair, carelessly, grabbed the quilt and hugged it in her arms, with a pitiful appearance swearing to the death to defend her innocence.

Even if a gentleman saw him, he couldn't help but want to bully her.

The heart is worse than the action. Wei Yansi slowly leaned closer to her and swallowed in her throat when her hand touched her cheek: "You messed up my hair, but you will be punished."

Wei Yansi pointed to the top of his head, and skillfully pulled out the hairpin, and the soft long hair was sprinkled down like a stream of water, flowing over the ears and shoulders, and finally stopped lightly at the waist.

Qu Jinying was obsessed with seeing her, her heart was slightly heated, and she shifted her gaze in a panic. For only a moment, she looked at her again as if unwillingly, the light throbbing in her eyes, excited and timid.

This inadvertently gave Wei Yansi a disarm, and the lord of the world failed to molest his concubine, and was instead led by an army.

But you have to live well on the face, you can't show your timidity, Wei Yansi spreads out her hand, and lies the wooden hairpin in her palm: "Punish you to tie my hair and comb my hair tomorrow morning."

After that, she tried to retract the hand that was attached to Qu Jinying's face. With a slight movement, her wrist was held back, and the transmitted force gently pulled her forward. Before she could react, there was already hot and humid on her lips. The touch is gone in just one click.

The touch of lips and lips is so beautiful, almost unreal, water and moon mirror flowers, it seems like a world away.

Wei Yansi's soul flew to nine days beyond the Milky Way, and her feet seemed to be stepping on soft clouds. She didn't dare to use it hard, and she was afraid that she would break when she stepped on it. Her whole body fell on the side of the cloud until Qu Jinying called her repeatedly. She blinked vigorously, and the misty eyes finally returned to Qingming.

The first sentence was: "Did you kiss me?"

"...No...No." Qu Jinying was slanderous, regretting the frivolous behavior that a boudoir girl could do, but the atmosphere was beautiful and the affection was strong, and she just moved with her heart.

Anyway, she wanted to find a gap to drill, so she shook off the quilt, lay down numbly, twisted her head, and buried her face in the pillow.

Like a kid who has done bad things and evaded responsibility.

Wei Yansi was puzzled. The place where she was kissed was on her full lips. She tapped her index finger on her belly, and she was surprised that her lips were still stained with water, which was cool in the autumn night.

Her free mind gradually returned, and she realized a serious problem-it was her who was obviously taken advantage of, so why did Qujin's image look like she was being bullied?

Failure or failure is related to the dignity of the Lord of the World, and she must ask clearly.

She tugged at Qu Jinying's quilt, and the other party remained motionless, and then tugged again. The other party was still motionless?

Gotta go, go out of the palace and lie down, learn to pretend to be dead.

Wei Yan thought of planting, and when she got down on the floor, she just lay down, her watery tongue licked her lips unconsciously, and she tasted a taste sweeter than honey. The aftertaste was long and straight to the bottom of her heart.

Afterwards, he secretly scolded himself as a hooligan.

She shook her head, worked hard for a long time, and finally fell into a sweet dream. In the dream, she took the initiative to kiss Qu Jinying’s small mouth, sucking honey. It is the warm sweetness whirling.

No wonder the emperors in the past always couldn't resist the beauty and the pillow wind. They were willing to tease the princes and light the beacon with a smile. Perhaps they only asked for a pro-Fangze.

With a loved one around, the cottage days are not too difficult. Wei Yansi and Qu Jinying have been flirting with each other for another seven or eight days.

In the early morning of this day, the sky was about to break, and a few slices of white belly turned up in the east.

Hikari, wrapped in jumbled voices, broke into the room through the window paper.

Wei Yansi had a good night's sleep, sat up contentedly, stretched his waist, rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned to look at the tightly fitted curtains, and the people inside were faintly visible, and he slowly turned over. , Like Yu Maoer sleeping lazily under the corridor of the Hall of Nourishment, turning over her white belly begging to be bullied.

Wei Yansi hasn't teased the cat for a long time. Her heart is itchy and her hands are also itchy. He stepped forward wiping his hands. He opened the curtain and looked down. Seeing Qu Jinying's puffy cheeks asleep, his long hair was disobedient, Gai Live in Qu Jinying half of the face.

There is a kind of beauty who still hugs the pipa and half-hidden her face.

Wei Yan thought, if Geng Wangshu, a dog who had suffered a thousand swords, hijacked Qu Jinying, this girl would have woken up on the dragon bed of her heart-raising hall.

She also leaned down naturally, stole an incense from the corner of her mouth, and said: "Wait for me, I will come back to me as soon as the next morning, and take you to the Imperial Garden to fly a kite."

At that time, Qu Jinying responded to her with an ambiguous response from her nose: "Yeah."

The more he thought about it, the more opener Wei Yansi's throat rolled, resisting the desire of a pro Fangze, reaching out and pinching Qu Jinying's earlobe, as if pinching a piece of white soft cotton candy, when he let it go, the head still appeared. Make a small red stamp.

"Hmm." Qu Jinying pouted her moist mouth, accusing her of being rude, but her eyelids were still squinted, and her eyelashes were fluttering with butterfly wings.

Wei Yansi whispered softly: "There's a lot of noise outside, let's go out and see what happened."

Qu Jinying moved her eyebrows to the center, squeezing out a few thin wrinkles, and muttered: "There is no good thing in the bandit's den. Maybe they have hijacked a wealthy businessman again and are cheering for joy."

The author has something to say: I just remembered that I forgot to send the red envelope I promised you the day before yesterday, ah ah ah, go now