All scenes are spinning.
The crimson curtains are turning, the ivory bed is turning, the caisson of flying dragons and phoenixes is turning, and the shimmering bead curtain is turning.
Yuan Zhaoxu's face, which is so beautiful that both people and gods are angry, is also turning around.
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes, trying to catch the most beautiful beauty in the messy pile of things, but her whole body was limp, and she failed to catch it a few times. She sighed regretfully, and murmured, "... Mother, it happens every time."
Indistinctly, there was the sound of clothes being broken, and the faint fragrance, as if someone was sitting beside her, with a low and gentle voice, "How is it every time?"
A finger as cool as jade stretched out to brush away the hair sticking to the face little by little, followed by another face towel exuding a faint fragrance, dipped in warm water and wiped the face delicately, the temperature was just right , the skin that was a little sticky due to drunken sweating became refreshed and cleansed, and the cool midnight wind blew past, and every pore opened comfortably, experiencing the feeling of ironing, Meng Fuyao groaned comfortably, feeling a little greedy. Grabbing the hand that was about to move away, Lianlian rubbed against the palm of her hand, and murmured, "...what I want, I can't have..."
"What do you want?" The voice sank in a blurred dream, which was more psychedelic and intoxicating than the dream.
"I want to..." Meng Fuyao said in a low voice. She was extremely sleepy and could not speak clearly when she was drunk. The words were so vague that the people beside her had to bend down to her ears. Want to hear better.
This leaning over was supposed to be close to her ear, but Meng Fuyao, who was originally turned sideways, suddenly turned over, turned his face around, and just presented a pair of delicate and charming red lips.
Lips meeting and brushing, inadvertently. However, it is like a stunning electric arc in the sky suddenly, and the arc flashes, spanning thousands of years, spanning time and space, spanning life and death, and time, reaching the deep lake in the heart that has been quiet for a long time, like pearls falling into the wave heart, stirring up crystal waves like jade beads.
That kind of taste, soft, rippling, calm but stormy.
Yuan Zhaoxu was stiff for a moment, and then softened slightly. He smiled, bent down, stretched out his fingers, and gently caressed Meng Fuyao's delicate, smooth and fiery cheeks. On, outline the delicate outline, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...
The woman under her was still whispering subconsciously. The moment when her lips met just now seemed to make her feel warm and happy, and Yuan Zhaoxu's caressing fingers made her feel a little itchy again. She suddenly smiled softly, stretched her arms, and pulled Yuan Zhaoxu down. On Zhaoxu's neck, the white teeth approached his lips and bit them lightly.
After biting, he didn't stop, stretched out his hand to pinch Yuan Zhaoxu's face, closed his eyes and tugged, muttering while tugging, "Hey...why do you always win? It's so boring, can you lose something to me? ?”
Yuan Zhaoxu was pulled and bitten by her, and the waves in his eyes suddenly flickered like shadows and flowed intoxicatingly. Yubai's fingers rested on his lips, and the color of his lips, which were already red from being bitten, made it a little more colorful. Ruo Zaoying, just being pulled in the face by this woman, a bit spoiled his image, he glanced at the drunk Meng Fuyao with a half-smile, and said in a low voice for a while, "Yes."
"what?"
Yuan Zhaoxu's smile deepened, but he smiled without answering. He gently pulled Meng Fuyao's claws, tucked the quilt up for her, stared at her for a long time, and then spoke softly.
Outside the window, the plums are sparse and the moon is light, and the gurgling springs flow on the rockery, pouring into the emerald-like pool, and the moonlight lies in the clear ripples of the pool, as beautiful as a quiet girl.
It was such a quiet night. So mellow.
Yuan Zhaoxu's voice was as low and soft as the wind blowing through the window in the middle of the night.
"You will know the answer one day."