The man's arms smelled of alcohol and sandalwood, as if some commandment had been broken, and the sky cleared up in an instant. She lay in his arms, looking at the breeze and bright moon, the hair in her ears moved slightly, and Mu Wan heard a steady and powerful heartbeat beating against her eardrums.
The heartbeat was not just her heartbeat.
She heard what he just said, Mu Wan raised her eyes and looked at him with bright eyes, hunched red cheeks, and slightly parted red lips.
"Liu Qianxiu..." Her voice was trembling.
"Hmm." He responded lightly.
Perhaps the development was too satisfactory, Mu Wan's eyes were dim, and the man's voice echoed in his ears, and everything became unreal again. She didn't move, Liu Qianxiu took her hand and pressed it against his chest.
The man's heart was beating in her palm, and Mu Wan's throat was slightly dry.
Liu Qianxiu held her hand, as if holding the Tao in his heart, he put her hand on his heart, her expression moved slightly, and gradually became clear.
The Taoist temple is clean, with occasional insects chirping, but the bodies of the two are noisy.
"Junior brother." The sweet child's voice broke through the hustle and bustle of this month with some unawakened grievances.
The paused time seemed to be in a sudden torrent. Mu Wan was taken aback for a moment, her body's heat rushed to her cheeks, she put her palms in the man's arms, and was about to get up. Liu Qianxiu put his arms around her waist slightly, and her waist collapsed, and she fell into his arms again. His hot cheek was pressed against his chest, and the man put his palm on the back of her head, holding her in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, the woman in his arms didn't struggle anymore except for the heat from his breath.
"Woke up from a nightmare." Qingchan supported the wooden door of the main hall with his small hand, and said with drooping eyes, "Junior brother, can you sleep with me?"
Qing Chan is only seven years old this year. He looks calm, but he is actually just a child who is afraid of the dark and nightmares. After listening to a lot of truths, the master still sleeps with him. If the master is not there, let the younger brother accompany him.
"Okay." Liu Qianxiu responded.
His body didn't move, but the woman in his arms moved. She grabbed the corner of his clothes and clenched her hands tightly.
Qing Chan stood there waiting, his consciousness gradually became clear, and he also saw clearly the men and women in the main hall. The junior brother was sitting upright, and sister Mu Wan was lying in his arms, and the two of them were very close. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her slender fingers grabbed his skirt. The small face was buried in his arms, and only the small ears were exposed under the thick black hair.
Bleeding red.
"What happened to sister?" Qing Chan wondered.
Following his questioning, sister Mu Wan's ears turned red again.
The person in his arms was already scorching hot, and the thin clothes pressed against his skin. Liu Qianxiu's eyes moved slightly, he looked down at Mu Wan, and said in a deep voice, "She drank some wine and felt a little uncomfortable, so she is more clingy."
"Oh." Qing Chan seemed to understand but only nodded.
Mu Wan's face was blushing, and her palms were sweating.
Liu Qianxiu sank slightly, and stroked the back of her head with his palm, like duckweed stroking the surface of a lake, a layer of fine and quiet ripples formed on the calm lake.
He lowered his head slightly, his lips touched the woman's ears, his body was still cold, but the words he spoke were terribly hot.
"I'll put him to sleep first, and I'll talk to you when I come back."
After finishing speaking, he stroked the woman's hair twice, and the hair slipped between his fingers. Liu Qianxiu leaned her body on the low table, got up and went out.
"Let's go." Liu Qianxiu reached out and took Qing Chan's hand.
With her arms under her face, Mu Wan didn't raise her head from the beginning to the end. She blushed so much that she didn't know if it was from the heat or from drinking. She had to stay awake, and Liu Qianxiu had to talk to her.
He must speak clearly today, what lust does he have, and whom does he have lust for!
Under the blue light, the woman's figure is slim, she is like a little demon who has just tasted sex, smiling innocently and innocently.
Qing Chan had a nightmare, got up and talked to Liu Qianxiu for a while, woke up a lot, and fell asleep became more difficult. It took Liu Qianxiu some time to coax him to sleep. After putting him to sleep, he got up and closed the door, and went to the main hall.
In the main hall, the smell of bayberry wine was still there. Mu Wan was lying on the table with her cheeks sideways, her eyes closed, her breathing even, and she was already asleep.
Xuan Qingzi drank all year round, and the wine he brewed was full of alcohol. He felt a little hot after drinking one cup, let alone she drank three cups.
In the Taoist temple on the mountain at night, there was a cool breeze. Liu Qianxiu stood in the main hall, looked up at the three statues in the center of the hall, took a deep breath, got up and went over, and picked up the woman.
The woman in his arms was slender and slender, as light as a white feather. But it was also this piece of white feather that stirred his dusty heart. He moved as little as possible, she slept soundly, and she didn't open her eyes until she was put on the bed.
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the light from the main hall shone through the window, making the sight slightly clearer. Liu Qianxiu stood in front of the bed, looking at her fair and bright face, his Adam's apple moved slightly.
After a while, the man covered her with a thin quilt, got up and went out.
The bayberry wine really had great stamina, she held on to her spirits, but finally lost to the alcohol. She was drunk and obsessed, even in her sleep, she still grabbed the man's clothes and asked him what the last sentence meant. Liu Qianxiu in the dream didn't give her an answer, and Mu Wan woke up anxiously.
Opening his eyes, sweating profusely, he raised his eyes and looked out of the window, there were still some dark shadows outside the window, the early morning mist diffused in the Taoist temple, and it was so quiet and deserted that it didn't seem like a human world. The air was a little damp, Mu Wan got up from the bed, took a coat and put it on, opened the door and went out.
Incense was lit on the table in the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the lights flickered, with white smoke lingering around. There was a sweeping sound at the door, and Mu Wan's eyes flickered, and she hurried out.
Qing Chan took the broom and swept up the residual leaves all over the ground. The residual leaves rolled up to his feet. He looked back and smiled when he saw Mu Wan.
"Sister, you're awake."
"Yeah." Mu Wan barely retracted her legs as she rushed out. Looking at the ground that had been cleaned, she asked, "You did all this?"
There are no entertainment items in the Taoist temple, and Xiao Daotong also reads and cleans up all day in the Taoist temple, goes to bed early at night, and wakes up early during the day. Holding the broom in his little hand, Qingchan squinted his eyes and shook his head with a chuckle, and said, "The younger brother swept it, I finished it."
Opening her eyes slightly, Mu Wan turned her head and glanced at Guan Nei, making sure that there was no one there. She walked to Qing Chan's side, leaned over and asked, "Where's your junior brother?"
"Are you still uncomfortable?" Qing Chan asked.
Inexplicably, Mu Wan didn't realize it. She was a little hungover, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Shaking his head, he touched the ball on Zen's head with a smile, and said, "It's not uncomfortable."
"That's weird." Qing Chan said with a smile, "Yesterday, junior brother said that you were a bit clingy when you felt uncomfortable. Why are you still clingy when you don't feel uncomfortable this morning?"
Mu Wan blushed, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her cheeks were a little hot. Unable to look directly into Qingchan's clean and transparent eyes, she said, "I'm not clingy."
"You were looking for your junior brother just after you woke up." Qing Chan pointed it out.
Mu Wan: "..."
Qing Chan didn't understand why she was blushing, pointed to a small path behind the old pine, and said, "Junior brother will go to the cliff in the morning to clean up, you can go there to find him. He has been gone for a while, he should be back soon."
Now that she was stamped and sticky, Mu Wan was not polite, and squeezed Qing Chan's ball again. The little guy said "Oops", soft and cute, and he was not at all calm as when he was arguing with her just now. She laughed, got up and walked down the path.
She tends to forget things when drinking, and she can't remember what Liu Qianxiu said yesterday that she was clingy when she felt uncomfortable. But thinking about being in his arms yesterday, hearing what he and Qing Chan said, Mu Wan blushed a little more.
There is a narrow path behind the old pine, with unknown wild flowers and grass on the side of the path. In the morning, the mist was slightly cool, and Mu Wan's calf was covered with dew. There was only one path without forks. Mu Wan walked straight forward for five minutes, her eyes were open, and she saw Liu Qianxiu sitting cross-legged on the cliff.
He changed into a Daoist robe. The aqua blue robe was made of rough fabric, and it was loosely wrapped around the delicate and tall man. The mist in the sky melted away, and it turned fish-belly white. The morning sun has not yet risen, and the morning glow depicts the outline of a man, like a hidden master in a landscape painting, lonely, noble, and ethereal.
His temperament is clear, so clear that he blends into nature, like a mountain and a river between heaven and earth, without desire or desire.
Mu Wan was in a daze for a moment, her eyes moved slightly. When her thoughts retreated a little, the man on the cliff turned his head, his facial features were profound, his eyebrows were light, and he looked at her deeply sideways.
Mu Wan seemed to be tempted, she licked her lower lip slightly, got up and walked over.
Putting down the book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu stood up from the futon, and the Taoist robe fell in response to the sound, hanging down under his long legs, and tied around his waist, which made the man's broad shoulders, waist, slender legs and long legs, and his body proportions were excellent.
He watched Mu Wan approaching gradually, his brows and eyes drooping slightly, and he kept looking straight into her eyes. She looked up at him at first, and finally, she glanced at the futon on the cliff, her ears were slightly red.
"You woke up so early." Mu Wan looked back at him and chatted first.
"Yes." Liu Qianxiu responded shallowly, "Qingxiu's schedule is more regular than at home."
After the chat was over, he was as calm and breezy as ever, and the air was still cool. Even the man who had spent the morning cleaning up in front of the cliff was covered in cool mist.
Between heaven and earth, only Mu Wan is hot, not only hot, but also dry.
She puffed up, raised her eyes and looked straight at him, with watery eyes and red eye tips, she looked like a little demon who had just been bullied.
"I have a question to ask you." Mu Wan's thoughts turned, and she said, "I remember what you said to me and what you did to me last night. I want to ask you, what did you mean yesterday?"
Her tone paused slightly, her ending raised, making herself look more imposing. Mu Wan's eyes danced, she bit her lip, and deepened her tone.
"You said you have lust, so do you have lust for me?"
The man's brows drooped slightly, and he looked at her quietly, while she also stared at him closely, her lips moved slightly, like melted garnets, bright red and moist, gorgeous and alluring.
He lowered his head and kissed her lightly.
The soft lips touched together, and the world collapsed in an instant. Mu Wan's pupils shrank, her throat felt a little dry, and her jaw was trembling.
The lips parted, the man's forehead lightly touched hers, and with a slight smile, he asked, "What do you want?"
Looking up at his smile, with her heart beating against her eardrums, Mu Wan's mind went blank. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She only knew that she was holding on to his Taoist robe tightly, because the kiss just now, she couldn't say anything. The body is a little weak.
The man reached out and hugged her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes were dark and bright. There was a smile on the corner of her lips, which moved her heart just like the first time.
He lowered his head and touched her ear with his lips, his voice was as deep as water, like a clear spring hitting a pot, echoing in her ear.
"Whether you want love or desire, I will give it to you."
Mu Wan's heart exploded.
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