a month later.
The red feather pattern snaked up from his chest, he looked at himself in the mirror, his fair skin set off it, and the tattoo, which was clearly drawn with even the fluff, highlighted the beauty of a rose in the snow.
Wang Xiaobaa pointed her finger on the left side of her face near the curve of her chin, and red sharp buds quietly emerged, which were half a finger's length longer than a month ago.
The rounded fingertips measure a straight line from the corner of the left eye to the red bud that emerges.
Closer... from his eyes.
And the tattoo seems to be entangled with his body and become two entities that are closely related to him and completely separated.
For example, a mother who is pregnant with offspring, the two lives are so close, and they can clearly feel the existence of each other.
The round fingertips pressed down hard, an inexplicable emotion and sharp pain came out from the feather lines under the fingers, Wang Xiaoba frowned and released his hand, biting his lower lip, his face a bit ugly.
Not only is this weird, but also…
Wang Xiaoba went back to the bedroom upstairs.
Since entering the room, those eyes involuntarily fell on the person sitting on the desk in the room.
At that moment, a filter seemed to be added to his eyes, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and 'greedly' swept over the man with folded legs leaning back on the chair, holding a book with one hand, and narrow eyebrows and drooping eyes.
The room was filled with a bitter medicinal fragrance, the unique body fragrance of the other party.
At this moment, Wang Xiaobaa seemed to be switched perspectives. From the eyes of strangers, she re-acquainted with the man who slept by her side every day like a god.
His eyeballs rolled slowly, and it seemed to be drifting away from that slender body with hidden power.
The other party has just finished bathing, and the long silver hair is gorgeous and noble, and some strands fall on the shoulders and slide to the lower abdomen to form a silver circle, and some strands just hang down from the sides of his face and the ends are pressed. In the back, but more often around the back of the chair and onto the rushing plush rug.
The loose nightgown can't cover those long, straight legs. If you press it with your hands, you can feel it from the knee to the calf as if it will not end.
The legs suddenly moved, and Wang Xiaobaa blinked as if burned, feeling a little ashamed, but the long eyelashes covered his pupils, and the inexplicable perspective had to stick to it.
Putting his eyes on the other person's chest, the man's figure is really good. After all, he is a martial arts practitioner, and he was called the 'first man' back then, so he would not be as thin as Wang Xiaobaa's chest.
The beautiful texture is tightly covered on it, and every piece of flesh and blood contains a powerful explosive force, which is full of beauty when it is not moving, and full of wildness and powerful power when it bursts!
Like a resting silver beast, it lowered its eyebrows and squatted silently. When it was shot, it would shred everything and expose the flesh, heart, and the deepest secret darkness to the air...
Wang Xiaobaa's throat slid, she gently exhaled the breath she was holding, and raised her hand to hold her mouth and nose.
The silver-haired man's face was serene and luxurious, with arrogant beauty, from the red burning red lines between the eyebrows, to the long eyebrows and sunken eye sockets... There was a circle of shadows there, making the bridge of the nose high and straight, and the underside of the nose was Lips with perfect lips.
Very red, very moist, the upper lip is thin and the lower lip is just right, when smiling to people, it seems to take the restraint of a king.
He looked very secretly, very slowly from his angle. In fact, only a few seconds passed, and the other party saw him. When the pair of long and narrow black pupils that took up most of his eyes looked at him, he panicked and looked away.
Am I sick? what happened today
Wang Xiaoba lowered his head and pretended to wipe his hair with a towel. In the corner of his vision, his feet stepped on the furry blanket. The dark blue fluff sank and emerged from the other's fingers, finally stopping in front of him.
The other party leaned over and pressed a cool big hand on the back of his head, interspersing it into his wet hair. Wang Xiaoba used to put down the towel and let him dry his hair.
Sharpened fingers run through the black hair, brushing a little.
At this moment, the tip of Wang Xiaobaa's nose was only a few centimeters away from the opponent's neck.
The crisp and straight collarbone and the neck that was defenseless against him, the rich bitter fragrance came out from the inside.
Wang Xiaobaa gritted her teeth and stared straight at it.
"What happened today? I haven't spoken." A man's low voice suddenly came from above his head.
A word like something broke.
Wang Xiaoba was stunned for a moment, and there was nothing in his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wondering why he was stunned with the devil just now.
"...It's okay, just a little sleepy."
"Liar to me," he whispered, "and we don't really need sleep."
Wang Xiaobaa also smiled, "I'm used to sleeping every day."
"Also, what happened to the pattern on your body?"
"Ah... that."
Don't tell him, and if it doesn't hurt, don't tell him.
Wang Xiaoba smiled and touched his shoulder: "It's okay."
"Really, let me see."
"No need, let's go to the coffin and lie down for a while, it's time to go to bed soon."
"Alright."
A few minutes later, in the red double coffin, Wen Fengjin turned his head and sighed silently, covering Wang Xiaobaa's eyes with his palms.
"Aren't you going to sleep, why are you looking at me like that?"
Wang Xiaobaa blinked, her long eyelashes swept across Wen Feng's cool palm, causing a tingling itch.
"I don't know, I suddenly want to see you today."
Wen Fengjing was stunned by the frank words, and then the corners of his lips slowly raised a pleasant arc, and the bottom of his eyes warmed.
In fact, Wang Xiaobaa was almost stunned when he finished speaking. I really don't know how he is like taking Veritaserum today. If he usually think about it in his heart, quietly take some advantage.
Even if he and Wen Fengjing have known each other for two lifetimes, he is not too embarrassed to say nauseous words. He will get stuck when he encounters a real person on the Internet or in his heart.
Wang Xiaoba asked bluntly, "Don't you like me looking at you?"
Inside: … what the hell am I talking about
Wen Fengjin heard the words and laughed in a low voice: "I like it."
Wang Xiaobaa: "I like it too, I like to see you, and I like you to see me."
- Shame to burst! Why is my mouth out of control! Shit I'm dead!
Wen Fengjin withdrew his hand that was blocking Wang Xiaobaa's sight, two pairs of pupils stared at each other tightly, half a sound, Wen Fengjin didn't seem to be laughing, not laughing, and stretched the tone, "Mmm~"
His half-closed eyes flowed with a smile and ambiguous things, and his silver hair was shawl, sinister and bewildering.
"So, is that what I thought?"
A slightly cool hand held Wang Xiaobaa's palm and clasped his fingers together, rubbing the soft belly of his fingers.
Wang Xiaobaa shook her head frantically: ... no no no no!
In reality, Wang Xiaoba nodded honestly: "Yes, I want it."
... I must be in the evil, must be, Wang Xiaoba wants to cry but has no tears.
After he finished speaking, he smiled more like a devil who wants to enjoy dessert, "You keep rejecting me, I thought you didn't like it."
Wang Xiaoba was so frightened that goosebumps appeared on his back, but on the surface he was talking softly and arrogantly.
"It's not that I don't like it, I always have to be a little reserved, and I'm not too embarrassed. If I reject you once, you can ask a second time. Did I really reject you? I wanted to say that I liked me so much every time. , at the end of being rejected once, you will back down, hum, are you a man! Aren't you going to force it?! Don't you understand such a simple truth?!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Xiaoba wished to smash Wen Fengjin to death.
I don't understand, I really don't understand, ah, I can't see what I'm doing! FUCK -! Is this human? Want a face! Shut up!
He has already discovered that he is not normal today, he is just soberly looking at himself as a 'drinking madman', and his old face has been lost! ! !
Wang Xiaoba wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but his hand and Wen Fengjin were clasped together, unable to pull them apart.
So he could only stare at Wen Fengjin's increasingly interesting smile, and listen to the conversation between him and Wen Fengjin in a broken way.
Wen Feng laughed: "Ah~ so you think so?"
Wang Xiaobaa (No! I didn't!): "Yeah, you've been reading those ancient books lately and ignoring me—hmph, you're either indifferent or you can't get up again!"
Wen Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Can't you start again? Would you like to try it yourself?"
Wang Xiaobaa (No, no, no, no!): "Okay."
... ah, I'm dead.
The man leaned over and pressed down on Wang Xiaobaa's head, his shoulders were shrugging.
Wang Xiaobaa felt that she had never wanted to explode on the spot in her life.
"Have you been drinking?"
"No."
"Think of me so much?"
"Um."
The grandmother nodded on Xiao Tian Zongzi's face, "...You haven't talked to me recently, it's so lonely."
As for the inner Wang Xiaoba? It's already farted.
Wen Fengjing also felt that today's Wang Xiaoba was a little strange. He smiled while rubbing the lines on the belly of his fingers with the palms of his interlocking palms. The tip of his nose touched Wang Xiaoba's neck and sniffed.
In the dark, their eyes looking at each other also wanted to tell the wind, this is not fake, this is really his senior brother, his sleeping lamp and his little baa.
The eyes in the dark are still clear and clear, but there seems to be a thin layer of red on the cheeks and ears.
So has he really been ignoring him lately
Wen Fengjin bit Wang Xiaobaa's lips.
However, he also found that today's senior brother is really honest, so Wen Fengjin said wickedly next to his ear: "I will satisfy you with whatever you want, what do you want? Huh?"
The people below answered in a low voice, the smile on Wen Fengjin's face deepened, and the bitter medicinal fragrance filled the air.
"it is good."
He said, "It's your wish."
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[Lighting Harmony]
[Please see what the author has to say]
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The next morning, Wang Xiaobaa had a messy hair on his face expressionlessly. If it weren't for his strong repair ability, he really didn't know how he survived until the morning, and he didn't even know what he ate yesterday. Unclean things will be deadly to say those words to Wen Feng!
But he soon discovered something more terrifying.
He can't tell lies!
[The author has something to say: this thing has many side effects, but it has a lot to do with their blood