The seventieth bowl of soup (3)
Qing Huan's hair has grown back, it's jet black, soft and thin to the touch, but very thick, and it doesn't look so strange when she wears the silk and satin that Wei Chang'an prepared for her.
Wei Changan hoped that she could become his own little Jiaojiao and forget everything about the past, especially the Jingxin Nunnery of Laoshizi, it is best never to think about it. The Qing Huan in his heart can be seen through at a glance, clean and clear like clouds in the sky, but does the real her really look as pure and flawless as glass
Perhaps under this whiteness, the hidden things are still dark, and the beauty that Wei Changan has haunted for many years may not be really beautiful.
When Wei Changan came back every day, his body smelled of blood. Sometimes his robe was dripping with blood. Because it was a black robe, he couldn't see it clearly, but the smell was very pungent, but Qing Huan would pounce every time. into his arms, not caring about the clothes getting dirty.
She doesn't love wealth and glory, gold, silver and treasure, she only loves her lover, but this kind of love is hidden too deep, even she doesn't see it clearly, maybe only when she loses control can it be revealed.
That kind of flaming, desperate love.
"Jiaojiao..." Wei Changan couldn't dodge in time, and Qing Huan who was waiting at the door rushed over and hugged her. He could actually dodge it, but Qing Huan always jumped desperately, that kind of posture of moths rushing to the flame, if he dodged, she would definitely fall. "I'm dirty."
The goose yellow skirt was dirty again, stained with the smell of blood. Qing Huan's small nose twitched lightly, and said naturally: "I like the smell on your body."
He thought she was talking about the smell of him washing and changing into normal clothes on weekdays, but he didn't know that the smell Qing Huan said he liked was referring to the smell of blood on his body. Although she grew up in the Jingxin Nunnery, she has never been contaminated with dirty things, but she always heard something faintly, but subconsciously told her to keep well-behaved and pure, otherwise she would not live long.
She got used to wearing a mask, and over time, she even forgot what kind of person she was.
Hearing that Qing Huan said that she likes herself, Wei Changan smiled, her small hands wrapped a circle around his waist, buried her small face in his arms, rubbed her first, then looked up at him: "You came back very late today .”
After arresting someone, it took some time for the interrogation, and all the obstacles encountered in the arrest were finally killed by him. Qing Huan looked at the series of bloody ghosts like rice dumplings behind Wei Changan, and said indifferently: "They are all following you came back."
"they?"
As a result, when Wei Changan turned his head, the group of cowards disappeared. Qing Huan showed a look of joy: "Chang'an is really amazing!"
Although she can see ghosts, these ghosts are not afraid of her, but they always want to get on her body, or they will follow her, but she doesn't care about these things, plus she has been lingering with Wei Changan, and her body is contaminated with his breath. At most, these ghosts could only scare her by making funny faces, basically without a single hair on her.
Wei Changan was different. If people are afraid of ghosts, then ghosts are most afraid of people like him. He was simply a born ghost buster, more vicious than the worst ghosts. Those ghosts who followed behind Qing Huan and plotted against him were terrified when they saw him, even though they knew that the other party couldn't see them at all. This is simply the most embarrassing thing. After death, you turn into a ghost and dare not seek revenge on the person who killed you in life. People who were afraid of you in life are still afraid after death.
And Wei Changan is not afraid of ghosts and gods, so naturally he doesn't care how many ghosts are around him who want to kill him and then quickly. He gently rubbed Qing Huan's slender waist, the two had loved each other countless times, he knew her body well, just a little teasing could make her turn into a puddle of water and soften under him.
I could only hear Qing Huan moaning, clinging to his arms like a vine wrapped around a big tree, trembling slightly while begging softly: "Chang'an... don't, don't be like this... just watching..."
Looking, what are you looking at? Wei Changan thought for two seconds before realizing: "They dare not."
In fact, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but since Qing Huan can see it, maybe there really are things in this world that he can't understand. Immediately, Wei Changan felt something was wrong. If so, would it be too dangerous to leave her alone in the mansion? "Jiaojiao, follow me in the future, wherever I go, you will go there."
Qing Huan glanced at him blankly, then nodded after realizing it, she naturally wanted to be with him all the time. After leaving Jingxin Nunnery, he is the only person she knows and trusts. Although staying in the mansion every day can be adventurous, it is not as warm and happy as when he is together.
Wei Chang'an got her to nod and smiled happily. He held Qing Huan's small hand and kissed her fingers one by one in an extremely gentle and erotic way. Trembling once, there was a strange yet familiar feeling rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her lose her strength, and she was hugged delicately by Wei Changan, lingering in the bright red blood.
On the second day, the Golden Scale Guards of the Golden Scale Mansion stared dumbfounded at the commander who came in the carriage, first parked the carriage at the door, and then took out a lump from the carriage... Uh, maybe a lump? It was wrapped airtight in a blanket, but it happened to be a small one. Wei Chang'an ignored the surprised expressions of his subordinates, not even showing Qing Huan's eyeballs. If she hadn't accidentally kicked off the blanket with her little feet, the Golden Scale Guards would not have noticed that the Commander was hugging someone.
Those little feet were wearing moon-white embroidered shoes, embellished with precious pearls, and they were swaying gently following the movements of the commanding masters. They were so small that they were not as big as their palms. An urge to play.
It's a pity that this was just a glimpse, and was quickly hidden by the Commander. The Golden Scale Guards did not dare to raise their heads to offend, and all lowered their heads to their chests, for fear that the adults would find out their rudeness.
Qing Huan never thought that Wei Chang'an would wrap herself up so tightly, she was almost out of breath! That's why she struggled desperately in the blanket, but was suppressed by Wei Chang'an with force. She was very unhappy, so until the blanket was lifted, the whole person was full of anger. When Wei Changan came to kiss her, she still hid, but when she couldn't dodge, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, in short, she refused to kiss her.
Wei Changan wanted to laugh: "Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"
"Why do you make me breathless?" Almond eyes are round, really very unhappy.
Wei Changan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't I make you breathless every day?"
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant, blushed a little, and said stubbornly: "That, that's different!"
"What's the difference?" Wei Changan asked casually, pinching the soft flesh around her waist, which was her sensitive area, and with a groan, her whole body lost energy, and she fell limply in his arms, His eyes were watery, and he looked pitiful. Her appearance was really endearing, so Wei Changan held her in the palm of his hand and kissed her again and again until she became soft and sticky like a white jade dumpling. Said: "People outside are very bad, I don't like them looking at you."
To put it bluntly, it's not because of his jealousy and possessiveness, what he likes is not allowing others to look at him, wishing to hide Qing Huan, and never see anyone other than him in this life.
A gentle big hand rubbed Qing Huan's head, "In the future, if you want to go out, I will take you out for a stroll."
Take me out for a stroll
Qing Huan didn't believe it, how could he be so generous? Besides, he is always followed by a series of bloody evil spirits, so he always gives people a cold and gloomy aura. Wherever he goes, there is almost no grass. If he really wants to go to the street, the whole street will be emptied in an instant.
But she doesn't want to get angry with Wei Chang, and it's fine to act coquettishly and lose her temper occasionally. She can tell at a glance that he cares about this kind of thing, and she doesn't want to make him unhappy. Besides, she doesn't have any desire for anything in the world, except Wei Chang'an, she doesn't like anything.
"I don't like going out, I just want to follow you." Qing Huan imitated Wei Changan kissing herself, and kissed him awkwardly on his thin lips, "Wherever you go, take me there, then I will I'm very happy."
This answer literally touched the heart of the Commander, his sweet black eyes were extremely bright, and he wished he could rub Qing Huan into his body. And the Commander's love is expressed by actions, I like you very much, I like you very much, so I want to fuck you.
He hasn't been here yet. Sometimes when he is dealing with official business, when he suddenly thinks of Qing Huan, he will yearn for her body, looking forward to being able to come with her in various places once. The Jinlin Guard Mansion is heavily guarded and no outsiders are allowed to enter. The office courtyard is even more dead quiet, which is perfect, and no one will disturb it.
Qing Huan was stripped of his clothes by Wei Changan before Qing Huan had time to react, and a ball of mutton fat and white jade was dumped on the desk. Although it was summer, the place with Wei Changan was extremely cool, and the desk was wide and long and comfortable to lie on. It was a little hard, and her beautiful back was burning hot.
The two have been messing around for about two hours, and Wei Changan, who is extremely talented, would never have stopped so easily if his subordinates hadn't reported something.
No matter how uncomplicated Qing Huan was, no matter how dark she was, her body was still a weak woman. A sixteen-year-old girl was as tender as a green onion. She couldn't stand Wei Chang'an's love, so she fell asleep crying early.
He hugged her to rest on the bed behind the screen, covered her with the quilt, and walked two steps, remembering that she said that there would always be evil spirits following her, so he took off the short knife that he never left and placed it beside her pillow.
The person he loves, no one can make her unhappy.