The cool breeze in the morning brings with it the sweetness of the vegetation. Mu Wan's ears were soft, and she looked up at the man. He was also looking at her, the same as before, but also different from the past.
It turns out that two people are in love with each other, even the way the other person looks at you is sweet.
Mu Wan grabbed Liu Qianxiu's Taoist robe, her hands felt a little cold, the breath in her throat was hot, and she tiptoed towards his lips.
"Then I want to kiss..."
Before she kissed her, Liu Qianxiu looked up and pressed her head into his arms. The ear was pressed against his chest, her heart was pounding, the man's voice seemed to come through a conch shell, and the echo made her numb.
"Qing Chan is here."
Mu Wan hugged his strong waist with both hands, her face was hot and stuffy, but she smiled lowly.
Qing Chan was afraid that Mu Wan would not find Junior Brother Qianxiu, so he hurriedly followed after putting down the broom, but his short legs walked slowly, and when he came over, he saw Junior Brother Qianxiu holding Sister Mu Wan in his arms again inside.
Junior Brother Qianxiu looked calm, as if he was used to this kind of situation, yes, it happened once last night, it can be seen that sister Mu Wan is often hugged by Junior Brother Qianxiu like this.
Xiao Daotong stood still, his cloth shoes were stained with mud, he was small and cute, and asked, "Is sister feeling uncomfortable again?"
The woman in his arms chuckled and bit his shoulder. The tiny teeth clenched together gently, soft, glutinous and itchy. Liu Qianxiu's Adam's apple moved slightly, looked down at Qing Chan, and said, "No, I just want me to hold it."
The teeth on the shoulders have a stronger bite.
Qing Chan's world is too small, and I don't understand why sister Mu Wan still likes to cling to Junior Brother Qianxiu at such an age. After all, he thinks that only children like him are clingy and need adults to coax them to sleep.
But since he was fine, Qing Chan felt relieved, raised his head and said to Liu Qian, "Junior brother, I'm hungry."
Qing Chan went back to the Taoist temple first, and his footsteps gradually drifted away. Mu Wan got up from Liu Qianxiu's arms. Looking back at Qing Chan, the back of the little guy had disappeared. Mu Wan turned her head and looked up at Liu Qianxiu. His face was red and his ears were red, but his mouth was still hard.
"Not only do I want you to hug me, but I also want you to kiss..."
Before she finished speaking, the man supported her cheeks with both hands, his palms were dry and cool, Mu Wan's red lips slightly parted, watching the man bowed his head and kissed her.
Her mouth is not hard at all, it is very soft and hot, like a ripe peach, with a red heart and pink, sweet and juicy.
After the kiss was over, Mu Wan couldn't stand still, Liu Qianxiu looked down at her with deep eyes. He looked at the corners of her eyes that were full of water, and her lips that were not yet closed, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"What else do you want?"
It was as if her consciousness had been withdrawn from her body, and her whole body was numb. Mu Wan couldn't feel other sensations in her body, and there was still the warmth of the corners of the man's lips on her lips. She looked up at him, her throat was dry, and finally said something in a trembling voice.
"I still want to have breakfast."
Lifting his eyes slightly, Liu Qian looked at her steadfastly, his deep eyes gradually became clear, he hummed softly in his throat, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and held her hand.
Clasping fingers together, the man said as he walked, "Well, what do you want to eat?"
The sun still did not jump out of the skyline in the end, and the cloudy clouds were densely woven, and when they were too thick to hold the sky, they turned into raindrops and fell down.
Entering August, the beginning of autumn is about to begin, and the rain is not as strong as in July. The fine raindrops were like crystal curtains hanging from the dark sky to the ground, washing away the stone slabs in the yard.
The incense burner in the center of the courtyard was extinguished, the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain was not covered, and the wind also blew in, bringing with it the wet rain, which was cool and refreshing.
Mu Wan was sitting on the futon, holding a book in one hand and propping her cheek with the other, looking out. Opposite her sat Liu Qianxiu, and next to Liu Qianxiu sat Qingchan. The three of them sat at the corner of the table.
After breakfast, before Mu Wan had time to make love to Liu Qianxiu, Senior Brother Qing Chan urged Junior Brother Qianxiu to come to the main hall for morning class. The senior brother is not very literate, but fortunately he is steady, and he likes to listen to the allusions in "The Art of War" the most. Talking back and forth, Mu Wan memorized all the thirty-six strategies.
The brothers and sisters had morning classes, and she also brought a novel to join in the fun. The sweet and greasy Su Chongwen, the hero and heroine are connected with each other, and the interaction is so sweet.
Look at Liu Qianxiu again, his brows are light, his expression is cold, he looks down at the book in his hand, he is dressed in a plain Taoist robe, he looks like a gentleman. She was sitting opposite him, but he didn't seem to have heard of her.
Mingming said in the morning that he will give her what she wants, and she will give him what she wants... The current Daoist Liu has nothing to do with these two sentences.
Mu Wan looked away and glanced at Qing Chan. Xiao Daotong rested his chin on his hands, and listened to Junior Brother Qianxiu's narration with relish and a fascinated expression.
Turning over a page of the novel in her hand, Mu Wan looked down, her eyes slightly raised. She had been barefoot since she sat down, and she had just curled up in her legs, and she couldn't feel the temperature of her feet. As soon as I took it out of my legs, I felt that the air was a bit cold.
She remained calm, stretched her legs, and probed with her toes. Finally, she touched a warm place.
"Here's what I'm talking about..." The voice of the lecturer on the other side stopped abruptly.
Mu Wan lowered her head, her lips curled slightly, and her toes scratched his knee twice. Bai Shengsheng's toes, painted with red Kodan, are cute and delicate.
"And then? Brother, what then?" Qing Chan didn't notice, looking at Liu Qianxiu eagerly with a small face, urging.
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and the corners of the woman's lips were slightly raised, and she lowered her eyes to read a book, her expression unchanged. At the same time, the toes moved twice, light and itchy.
"Then..." Liu Qianxiu withdrew his gaze, put it on the book and continued talking. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and took hold of the two disheveled feet on his legs.
The man's palm was dry and slightly hot, and he held her with little strength, but it seemed as if he had grasped her life in one fell swoop. The numbness rushed from the soles of the feet to the tip of the heart, Mu Wan's heart trembled, she raised her head hastily, and couldn't help but yelled softly.
"Hey."
She didn't break free, and the eyes of the two seniors were all on her. Mu Wan's whole body became hot, and she met Liu Qianxiu's gaze, her brows furrowed. She twitched her foot and signaled him to let go with her eyes.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Qing Chan asked with concern.
"I..." Mu Wan propped her hands on the low table, trying to keep her body balanced. Her face was hot and she was sweating coldly. She looked at Liu Qianxiu and said, "I want to..."
"Her feet are cold." Liu Qianxiu said lightly.
Mu Wan struggled, and the man's hand on her foot changed positions. The cold soles of the feet gradually became hot because of the man's palm.
He was warming her feet.
The corners of Mu Wan's lips raised uncontrollably.
"Ah? Then do you want to change a pair of shoes..." Qing Chan said, his little head lowered a few times, ready to look.
Before going down, Liu Qianxiu straightened his body with his hands. Liu Qianxiu looked down at the book and said to Qing Chan, "No, it's already hot now."
Is it hot in the blink of an eye? Qing Chan was a little disbelieving, he turned to look at Mu Wan. Mu Wan looked into the little boy's clear eyes, and the temperature from the soles of her feet spread to her whole body, making her faintly agitated.
"Yeah. It's hot." Mu Wan lowered her head to read, her voice was sweet and slightly hoarse.
"That's good." Qing Chan felt relieved and continued to listen to the class.
The sandalwood in the main hall is bursting, and the white smoke from the incense burner is thin, lingering in front of the enshrined statue, with a sense of sacredness and ethereal. Mu Wan raised her eyes and looked at Liu Qianxiu, who was still talking to Qing Chan, his expression still calm and peaceful. Mu Wan's heart moved slightly, she lowered her head and laughed.
In the book, the hero and heroine interact closely and are sweet, but the sweetness of other people's love is not as sweet as what she can feel now.
The rain had been pattering all day, and so had they been. Breakfast, morning class, lunch, cleaning, dinner, cleaning... It was very boring, but Mu Wan found a lot of fun.
Liu Qianxiu was still cold and abstinent. His performance was the same as usual, but he was a little more supple than usual. One word and one movement made Mu Wan's heart flutter.
After dinner, the biological clock of Qingchan rang, listening to the sound of rain and stories, and fell asleep on the table after a while. It rained for a day and gradually stopped. There is the sound of ticking rain on the window sill, and in the Taoist temple surrounded by sandalwood, there is a long silence.
Liu Qianxiu stood up holding Qing Chan. Qing Chan did not sleep deeply, and woke up after being hugged. Seeing Liu Qianxiu, his little fluffy head rubbed against his arms twice, and called out to his junior brother.
"I'll go and put him to sleep." Liu Qianxiu lowered his head and said to Mu Wan.
The light of the Taoist temple is light orange. On a rainy night, a man in a Taoist robe hugs a little Taoist boy in a Taoist robe. The picture is cut by the light, with a heavy film filter feeling, lonely and advanced.
"Okay." Mu Wan nodded, raised her head and watched the two leave.
It's not easy for Qing Chan to fall asleep, this is the experience Mu Wan summed up today. Although the allusions were interesting, Mu Wan fell asleep after listening to both, while Qing Chan was still bright-eyed and full of energy.
She was right, after a quarter of an hour, Liu Qianxiu still didn't come back after turning a few pages of the book in her hand. Mu Wan's feet had already been retracted, and she sat cross-legged under her legs to keep warm. But my own temperature is not as hot as a man's. Usually when you touch him, your body is cool and dry, but when you warm her up, it is warm.
There was still a man's warmth and delicate touch on the feet, Mu Wan's heart was itchy slightly, and her face gradually turned pale.
how does he feel Will it be like her
She prides herself on her thick skin, but when it comes to the field of love between men and women that she has never been involved in, she is rare and innocent. Mu Wan pinched the corner of the book with her fingers, her fingertips were powdered.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the door of the side hall opened, Liu Qianxiu came out, and saw Mu Wan who was waiting for him in the main hall. She put her arms on the low table and looked forward on her stomach. When she saw him, she raised her little head from the low table with clear eyes.
It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, got up and walked to the main hall.
"Is he asleep?" Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and asked.
"Yeah." Liu Qianxiu walked to the short table and sat down, the woman beside him didn't stretch her legs.
He raised his eyes, and the woman opposite was lying on the low table again, like a soft and boneless snake demon, slender and slender. She raised her eyes and looked at him, her voice was soft and sweet with a touch of coolness.
"I'm sleepy too." She said, yawning a little, her eyes sparkling with mist.
Without putting down the book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu looked up at her and said, "Go to sleep."
The woman's eyelids drooped slightly, she hummed twice, her slender fingers gently touched the corner of the book in his hand, her voice was soft and soft.
"I also want you to coax you to sleep."
Her words had an ending, like the white smoke spreading from the incense burner, Liu Qianxiu's eyes moved slightly. She raised her eyes to look at him, waiting for his answer, her eyes, which were slightly narrowed due to sleepiness, also opened.
A pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, clearly clear and bright, but with some indescribable coquettishness in them.
"Okay." Liu Qianxiu agreed.
Mu Wan laughed, she straightened up from the low table, and was about to get up, but Liu Qianxiu had already walked to her side and hugged her horizontally.
Mu Wan let out an "oops" and looked at him in disbelief, her heart beating faster. The man looked down at her, his lips were slightly pursed, and his voice was more pleasant than the sound of rain.
"Now it's time to start coaxing."
Being carried out, Mu Wan's face was covered with tiny drizzle, as if it had started to rain again. She raised her head and looked at the sky. The rain-washed night sky was darker and purer without any stars.
Mu Wan hugged Liu Qianxiu's neck with both hands, leaned on his chest, and smiled sweetly.
The side hall where Mu Wan lived did not turn on the lights, and when the door was opened, some of the light in the main hall was missed at the door, which made the dark light of the side hall shine through, and people could be seen clearly.
This was his room, he was familiar with driving, and after finding the bed, he put Mu Wan on it. Putting Mu Wan down, Liu Qianxiu was about to let go. At this moment, Mu Wan's hands that hooked his neck strengthened and hugged him.
The eyes of the two met, flowing in the night, like flint hitting a layer of fine and shallow sparks, and in an instant, the hazy night became ambiguous.
She hugged him, he looked at her, the air was like a tight cloth, any small movement could tear it apart.
His eyes drooped slightly, and Liu Qianxiu's tone remained motionless.
"I have to go now."
"Why?" He was hard, she was soft, she tilted her head, looked at him with a smile, and said quietly, "Why are you leaving?"
The man's eyes tightened.
Mu Wan didn't let go, she hugged him, her voice was like a claw with fluff, it looked soft, but it was sharp.
"Liu Qianxiu, I want lust, will you give it to me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a bolt of lightning split in the dark night sky. He was dressed in a Taoist robe, like a fairy who was warned by the heaven before breaking the precept, abstinent and cold, attractive and admirable.
The man's Adam's apple twitched slightly.
The author has something to say: Daochang Liu: Of course it is given.