"Cough..."
Shen Don't forget to clenched his fist to his lips, coughed violently, uncontrollably embarrassed between his eyebrows and eyes.
"Puff," Su Kui patted Taoyao on the shoulder, "What, the smelly Taoist priest is too fragrant, so bugs like to bite him."
She could only explain this way, like Taoyao on a blank sheet of paper, it is not suitable to know this now.
"Really? But why don't the bugs bite you?" Taoyao was puzzled. The two of them obviously came out of the same room.
This question is even simpler. Su Kui put his hands in his sleeves and replied solemnly: "Of course it’s because the smelly Taoist priests are so fragrant. Those bugs, I like the "Xianqi" on him the most. I hate to bite them. , So that he smells of bugs all over him~"
"Cough cough cough... Fu Chang'an!" Shen Wuxiang gave her a sideways glance and warned her that enough was enough.
Receiving his eyes, Su Kui pressed her waist and felt a soreness in her waist. She planned to tease a few more words, but thinking that the man was tossed about the whole day and couldn’t get out of bed, she cleverly stopped. words.
In a few words, Taoyao was sent away, and the two of them strolled leisurely in the peach forest.
Under the peach blossom tree, a pair of bi people.
Shen Wuwang is still obsessed with the previous events, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone, if he ignores the blush on his face, he will have a little momentum.
"What do you tell the kid?"
He felt ashamed when he heard those words! Having lived for thousands of years, no one has dared to say these things to him.
Su Kui rolled her eyes, held his hand to please, and shook it, "Why, if you don't talk about bugs, do you have to tell Taoyao, I sucked out the red spots on your neck one by one? ?"
Shen Wuxiang was dumb and silent for a moment, completely unable to deal with her, and spit out a word of confession.
"You—" contains petting and helplessness, no more words.
Pulled her hand, seriously, with her fingers clasped.
The two smiled at each other and quietly enjoyed the night that belonged only to the two of them.
Su Kui has been in retreat for two hundred years, and after ninety-nine and eighty-one sky thunders, he finally became immortal.
The first thing I saw when I left the customs was the man who always wore a white robe, with silver hair like snow, and a cold temperament like blue.
He was sitting under a tree of peach blossoms, two stone benches, and a pot of sake placed on the stone table. Seeing her come out, his tone was unfamiliar and familiar, as if he hadn't seen her for two days instead of two hundred years.
He curled his lips and smiled, holding on to the hip flask, poured two glasses of wine, raised his eyes and whispered to her: "When you were away, I made a lot of peach blossom wine. Would you like to try it?"
She stood in front of the stone gate, stroking her red dress that was as fierce as a fire, still in her unruly and lazy appearance, shook her folding fan, and asked him, "Is it intoxicating?"
Shen Wuwang watched her romantic attitude unabated back then, and she lowered her eyes and smiled, "Drink is not intoxicating, but people are drunk."
After waiting for many years, what I hope for is this day.
Since then, never separated again. With a light sigh, he held up the wine cup first.
"It's just right. If you're drunk, wouldn't it be nice to be with Jun Chunfeng for a while?"
Her eyes were crooked, and her eyes were shining brightly than peach blossoms.
He grabbed the wine in his hand, raised his head and drank it.
Then, in his gentle eyes, he lowered his head and covered his thin lips that were still cold.
This glass of peach blossom wine is the best she has tasted in her life.
"tasty?"
A low laugh was hidden in the wind.
"It's delicious."