Wen Ai stirred the noodles in the bowl twice, picked up a small slip and put it into his mouth.
"Is the taste good?" Lu Mingxiao sat opposite, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, but staring at him closely, "The chef in the kitchen said that Zhongyuan has many kinds of egg noodles, and this is the most common one. "
"It's pretty good." Wen Ai swallowed the noodles, smashed the noodles, smelling the smell of scrambled eggs with lard in his mouth, and looked up at Lu Mingxiao, "Aren't you going to eat it?"
"Eat." Lu Mingxiao put his chopsticks into his noodle bowl, ate several pinches in big gulps, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Just as long as you like it."
Wen Ai paused with chopsticks: "You didn't cook this, did you?"
Lu Mingxiao's face immediately tightened: "Yes, you... don't like it?"
"I don't like it..." Seeing his big reaction, Wen Ai thought of the rumors flying all over the church, and said hesitantly, "You don't have to be so concerned about me, I'm not that particular about being a guest, and it was just a little effort back then, you can repay me like this I, it's time to turn around and change that I owe you a favor."
Lu Mingxiao clenched the chopsticks in his hand, and his lips were drawn into a straight line: "I'm not repaying you."
Wen Ai ate a few mouthfuls of scrambled eggs silently. After much deliberation, he always felt that no matter what attitude Lu Mingxiao had, he should speak clearly. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with a serious expression, "Master Lu, I know it might be a bit pretentious to say this, but I've always considered you a friend."
Lu Mingxiao opened his eyes in a daze for a while, then slowly lowered his eyelids: "I see."
With this in mind, Wen Ai estimated that the trip down the mountain would be aborted, but after breakfast, Lu Mingxiao still took him down the mountain as promised, and Zuo Hufa followed him to introduce him to the customs, and had a good time along the way. It's quite enjoyable.
On the street, Wen Ai was gnawing on the crispy pancakes, and there was a sound of arguing in front of him. The two big men blushed and their necks were thick, and somehow they moved their hands, tugging, and one of them bumped The stalls on the side of the road were knocked down, and colorful small objects were scattered all over the place.
The victimized female stall owner dared not speak out against the two big men, and squatted down to pick up things in a hurry, looking very pitiful. Wen Ai walked over to help, Lu Mingxiao waved his hand behind him, and the accompanying disciples immediately followed to pick it up with Wen Ai.
"That's all, there should be nothing left on the ground." Wen Ai put the last few small objects back on the wooden board supported by the stall. The female stall owner suddenly grabbed his hand and tied a red rope around his wrist. The rope There is also a small silver bell hanging on it.
Wen Ai raised his head in surprise, and met the pair of eyes outside the veil of the female stall owner. At first glance, he felt very familiar, but at the second glance, he felt that he was completely delusional just now. The girl's eye makeup was painted like It was as if she had been smoked in the fire, so her own mother might not even recognize her.
The female stall owner put her right hand on her left chest and thanked Wen Ai. Although she lowered her head, she was still taller than him.
Wen Ai shook the bell in his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you too."
Lu Mingxiao looked up at the sky, and reminded: "Let's go back, it's time for dinner."
"Okay." Wen Ai nodded, stroking his stomach and walking back, "Actually, I'm not very hungry, the shortbread just now doesn't look like much—ah!"
Wen Ai stepped on a bead that hadn't been picked up just now, slipped his left foot forward, and was about to sit down with his legs split. Lu Mingxiao grabbed his collar quickly with his eyes and hands, so he didn't let him perform in the street.
Wen Ai stood firm in shock, Lu Mingxiao was about to ask him if he was okay, when he suddenly noticed a strong and hostile gaze behind him, he turned his head vigilantly, and saw nothing except the female stall owner who was busy cleaning up the stall.
Wen Ai ate too many snacks, and stopped eating his chopsticks before taking a few mouthfuls of dinner. He greeted Lu Mingxiao, and went back to the room alone.
They came back late today, and it was dark at the moment, Wen Ai groped to the table, and was about to light the candles, when a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, and he was immediately pulled into his arms.
Wen Ai opened his mouth to call for help, but all the cries for help were muffled by one hand.
"it's me."
A familiar voice sounded next to his ear, Wen Ai's struggling movements stopped, and his nervously suspended heart instantly returned to its original position.
Seeing that he had become obedient, Zhuo Yiqing no longer covered his mouth, and asked close to his ear, "Do you miss me?"
Wen Ai tried to break Zhuo Yiqing's hands around his waist: "Don't strangle me, it's uncomfortable!"
Zhuo Yiqing laughed twice, and loosened his hand a little: "Is this okay?"
In the dark room, Zhuo Yiqing's voice was extremely deep and sexy, and Wen Ai's ears were sore, it took him a long time to snort.
"You haven't said it yet." Zhuo Yiqing brushed Wen Ai's neck intentionally or unintentionally with his lips, "Do you miss me?"
Wen Ai shrank his neck, lacking confidence: "Who are you, why do you miss you?"
"Really, I miss you so much that I'm going crazy." Zhuo Yiqing suddenly kissed Wen Ai's cheek, and groped him dishonestly, "Little cutie... baby... brother misses you to death …”
Wen Ai twisted her body and struggled in panic, although Zhuo Yiqing used to take advantage of him verbally from time to time, but this kind of real kiss and touch has never happened before, Zhuo Yiqing is now It was as if some terrible switch was turned on, and any perverted movements were greeted to him.
Wen Ai pushed back Zhuo Yiqing's head: "What kind of crazy dog are you! Let me go!"
Without any explanation, Zhuo Yiqing grabbed his hand and turned him around, and kissed those pink lips.
Zhuo Yiqing kissed eagerly and passionately, as if he had really missed him for too long, Wen Ai wanted to use his own tongue to push his electric tongue out, but instead, he was entangled to death, and it was too late to escape .
While deepening the kiss, Zhuo Yiqing reached into Wen Ai's clothes and rubbed her hands heavily. Wen Ai was made to bend his legs and tremble, and finally whimpered, and leaned softly in Zhuo Yiqing's arms.
Zhuo Yiqing was so dazed that he kissed Wen Ai until his mouth was swollen before he would let go. Wen Ai supported the table behind him to stand firm, took out the torch and lit the lamp, saw Zhuo Yiqing's face and raised his hand to slap him.
"asshole!"
Wen Ai had just been pressed and kissed, she didn't have much hand strength at all, and her voice was very soft, the slap was slapped like a little lover's fun.
"Are you angry?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled and took his hand, "Let me see if it hurts."
Wen Ai wanted to pull his hand back, but Zhuo Yiqing dragged him to death: "Get lost!"
"Don't get lost." Zhuo Yiqing lowered her head and kissed his palm, "I'm right here, you can take me back."
Wen Ai glanced at him in disgust: "I don't need a medicine man anymore."
"Then do you need Yin Shalian? Besides, who said I'm going to be a medicine man..." Zhuo Yiqing touched his face, "Of course I want to be your husband. Is it almost there?"
The excessive amount of information impacted Wen Ai's mind. He stared at his round eyes like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, unable to speak for a long time.
Zhuo Yiqing pinched the flesh on his cheek: "Good boy, go back to Juanyun Villa with my brother, after we go back, let's pay homage and get married right away."
Wen Ai slapped Zhuo Yiqing's hand away suddenly, and ran around the table to the other side: "I won't go, you leave now."
Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows, and slowly approached him: "So what if I don't leave? Are you going to call someone to arrest me?"
Wen Ai backed up: "Don't think that I will soften my heart!"
Zhuo Yiqing stopped and stared at him for a while with a half-smile, then suddenly raised her hand, and Wen Ai was directly sucked into his arms.
Zhuo Yiqing pressed Wen Ai's disobedient hand behind her back, with a sinister smile: "Then you call, call Lu Mingxiao to save you, he is good to you, the wife of the leader, call him to cut me into pieces, He would be happy to take the knife himself."
Wen Ai was terrified by him: "You, what are you talking about...Don't laugh like that, I'm afraid..."
"I'll do it dozens of times." Zhuo Yiqing said seriously, "If you don't, I'll do it for you. Ten, nine, eight..."
Wen Ai was in a hurry: "What's wrong with you, you start to feel nervous after recovering your martial arts!"
"... Three, two, one." Zhuo Yiqing opened his mouth to really call out, but Wen Ai blocked his voice with his hands: "Don't make any noise!"
There was a smile in Zhuo Yiqing's eyes, she took his hand away, and kissed on the back of his hand: "Baby, sleep well, and we'll be home."
The back of her neck went numb, and Wen Ai lost consciousness.
When Wen Ai woke up, Wen Ai found himself on a big bed. What's worse was that Zhuo Yiqing was lying next to him, and what was worse was that he smelled his own earthy fragrance.
"Finally woke up." Zhuo Yiqing turned over and pressed on him, taking a deep breath on his neck, "Baby, you smell so sweet, it makes me want to lick your whole body."
Wen Ai pushed him weakly: "Where is this?"
Zhuo Yiqing slowly untied his clothes: "Juanyun Villa, my bedroom, our future new house."
It would take a month at the fastest to travel from the Western Regions to Juanyun Mountain Villa, and he hadn't taken any restraining powder for a whole month, and coupled with the approaching orgasm, Wen Ai now understood his situation.
Zhuo Yiqing quickly stripped Wen Ai off, kissed and licked, touching her whole body.
Wen Ai was in the period when his body would become weak even if he was touched, and he had no resistance at all to Zhuo Yiqing's invasion.
Zhuo Yiqing buried her head in the foreplay meticulously, but when she touched Wen Ai's face, her hands were wet. He raised his head, and Wen Ai was lying there motionless, crying helplessly, wetting his beautiful face.
Zhuo Yiqing stopped and stared at Wen Ai for a long time: "You really don't want to?"
"I never said I would..." Wen Ai cried until his nose turned red, and he looked cuter than usual.
Zhuo Yiqing pursed her lips: "Didn't you like me a little bit? When you were in Hidden Immortal Valley, you didn't fall in love with me?"
"Woo..." Wen Ai cried and blinked, and then blinked a string of crystal tears, "What do you have that I like, you bastard, woooooo..."
The old smile disappeared from Zhuo Yiqing's face, he raised Wen Ai's wet and slippery chin, and let him look at him: "Do you really not like it or are you angry with me?"
Wen Ai felt very wronged. This person disappeared for so long, and as soon as he appeared, he rushed to have sex with him. The more Wen Ai thought about it, the more angry he became, and his voice became louder: "I don't like it or not! I don't like people like you when I'm angry.怄!"
Before she finished speaking, Zhuo Yiqing turned Wen Ai's face. Wen Ai panicked and waved her hands to resist: "I don't want it! Don't touch me!"
Zhuo Yiqing pressed his hand, parted his hair to reveal the white and tender nape of his neck, and bit his scent gland open.
An indescribable pleasure invaded Wen Ai, he felt that Zhuo Yiqing's breath filled his whole body, every blood vessel, every cell was filled with Zhuo Yiqing's smell inside and out.
Zhuo Yiqing didn't make a bond with him, but just helped him temporarily suppress the turbulent emotion in his body. Wen Ai breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and floated up and down in the aftertaste of pleasure, and when he fully woke up, Zhuo Yiqing had already Not in the room.