Meng Xueli's desires are frank and sincere. He looks forward to and likes to be close to Taoist companions. Ji Xiao's simple, casual touch makes his muscles and bones go soft. But he was afraid of being beaten by Ji Xiao, after all, that was really shameless - when he was a mink, he was held in his arms and brushed gently, how could he be beaten and suffer when he was a Taoist
Under the two contradictory emotions, Meng Xueli's body was more sensitive and could not stand the slightest stimulation.
"Don't I feel bad for hitting you?" Ji Xiao said calmly, his voice a little hoarse.
Meng Xueli sighed: "If you can calm down after the fight, you can do it."
Having said that, Ji Xiao saw the little Dao Companion's face flushed, with spring water in his eyes, like the dew of a red lotus, as if he would cry aloud if he went further.
Meng Xueli did what he said, he was originally lying on Ji Xiao's chest, but now he got up with his soft waist and knelt on the water bed, making the sound of water softly, posing a posture of being slaughtered.
He looked back at Ji Xiao, but his eyes clearly said, "Are you willing?"
He knew that Ji Xiao was soft and not hard, so he showed weakness and admitted his mistakes, and wanted to beg the Taoist couple to be soft-hearted.
However, Ji Xiao's face was expressionless, his eyes were heavy, and the pressure around his body was uncontrollable, faintly overflowing, showing an attractive momentum.
Meng Xueli thought something was wrong, she seemed to have made a mistake. However, it was too late, Ji Xiao helped Meng Xueli's waist.
After Meng Xueli became a man, he never worked hard to practice swordsmanship. His waist is full of strength, but it is flexible and light, and his waist is soft, which is very suitable for holding in his hand.
At this time, it was like a lotus stalk swaying in the cold wind, unable to withstand the collision of the carp in the pond.
"I won't hit you, I'll make you comfortable first." Meng Xueli heard Ji Xiao's voice hoarse.
The night wind suddenly picked up, and the bead curtains were dazzling. In the dream, I don't know if I am a guest, but the cool river wind in Baihe City actually blows the sweet smell of hypericum flowers, which is intoxicating.
The koi collided with the lotus branch, the pearls were crisp, and the shark yarn was crumpled.
The "scabbard" was between his legs, and it was drawn hard and hot, the heat burning from the tender skin and flesh of the legs all over the body.
Just as it was at the critical point, a familiar howl of a beast suddenly sounded: "Ow."
Meng Xueli's dizzy and dizzy mind suddenly sobered up, and he couldn't help groaning, and tremblingly explained in the hands of the Taoist companion.
There was a rustling sound on the ground where the jackets were stacked. It turned out that the mirage didn't know when to wake up. It got out of its sleeve and lay on the waterbed: "Ow?"
Meng Xueli turned his head and met the curious gaze of the mirage. The abandoned beast looked ignorant and dazed, like an ignorant child.
"Look at what!" Sin ah.
The shame and anger aggravated the physical stimulation, and Meng Xueli burst into tears instantly, so he buried his head in the soft pillow, covering his ears and stealing the bell.
For a long time, Meng Xueli didn't dare to look up, only to hear Daolu calmly breathing behind him, and then helplessly sighed: "Don't cry. It seems that God is destined not to bully you tonight."
Ji Xiao still pity him after all, and doesn't want to bully people too hard. The arrow was on the string, but he had to recite the heart-clearing mantra silently and hug the little Taoist companion for comfort.
He stroked Meng Xueli's back and coaxed, "Get up. I let the mirage go to the terrace."
Meng Xueli was silent, like an ostrich.
Ji Xiao: "I'm going to cry too, what should I do in the future?"
He couldn't help it, he picked up the little Taoist companion and went to the bath to wash, and put on a soft and clean new shirt.
When the two of them lay back on the waterbed, the charming and fiery atmosphere was long gone.
Meng Xueli calmed down, fear in his heart, and there was a hint of joy. The Dao Companion was angry, and finally got away with it tonight.
He tasted the cloud and rain for the first time tonight and opened his eyes. Only then did he realize how bold, ignorant and fearless he was when he was in Changchun Peak, turning the window at night and seducing the Taoist companion.
Ji Xiao hugged him and patted his back, as if he was coaxing Xiao Yan to sleep: "Don't you really like it?"
Meng Xueli defended in a low voice, "I like it. But it's too much." No matter how good things are, they become terrible beyond a certain level.
Alas, the words are all lies. If he didn't buy "Changchun Ji", Ji Xiao would never put what he learned into practice.
Meng Xueli thought of this, and felt sorry for Dao Companion tonight, so he said with guilt: "You let me slow down again and wait until we return to Changchun Peak..."
Then he swore and swears, "Practice diligently, practice the divine sense imperial object well, and strive for an early and successful dual cultivation" and so on.
Ji Xiao just smiled: "Go to sleep."
Meng Xueli: "You sleep too!"
The two of them hugged each other, lying on the same bed, and sleeping was the safest thing.
He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but he was like a frightened bird.
Ji Xiao also didn't expose him, sighing that he shouldn't be too hasty.
The mirage lay on the balcony railing and basked in the moon, squinting comfortably, making Meng Xueli's teeth itch.
He picked up the mirage and lowered his voice to warn: "Ancestor, you won't dare to do this in the future!"
The mirage lowered its head and said in a milky voice, "But, I often watched it when I lived in the rat's nest, and the rat was never angry."
"It's very rude to watch other people's double cultivation. This is completely different from watching other animals mate and copulate. You will understand when you change shape! Tonight, if I, my thing is scared by you, how will I live the rest of my life? I said. How are you doing? The beasts are hundreds of years old, and they are long snacks."
The mirage replied softly, "Ow."
Meng Xueli breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a civet cat screaming from the terrace.
"No, it's Chu Hua!"