After Pei Ji finished bathing, when she returned to the bedroom, she saw Ning Ning sitting on the bed, seriously thinking about something.
She frowned in thought, rarely showing such a serious and distressed look, and her eyes lit up when she saw his figure.
Pei Ji subconsciously felt that the culprit that caused her so much distress might have something to do with him.
He and Ning Ning became Taoist companions not long ago, and they often left Xuanxu and wandered aimlessly in the four seas.
Ning Ning has a very restless temperament. He has not stayed in one place for a long time, and then impatiently wants to go elsewhere.
However, she was quite nostalgic, and she was often reluctant to bear the unique scenery. After going back and forth, the two simply bought houses in their favorite places, and waited for the next day's whim, and then Yujian went to live for a night.
For example, this courtyard surrounded by bamboo trees in Nancheng.
Ning Ning met an old friend in Qishan today, and after a half-day small gathering with Lu Wanxing and others, she had lost much energy at this moment, and leaned softly on the bed.
She took a bath earlier than Pei Ji, her long hair was gently held by a hosta, a few scattered strands of blue silk fell, and the evening wind outside the window blew lightly across her face.
"Pei Ji."
Ning Ning looked at him with a serious look, with an unprecedented solemn tone: "I have something I want to discuss with you."
She said for a while, seeming a little hard to say, and hooked her fingers at him: "Come here."
So Pei Ji obediently stepped forward and sat beside the bed.
As you got closer, you could smell the quiet fragrance of gardenias beside her.
Ning Ning said it without hesitation before, the words in her heart were approaching the exit, but instead showed a slightly cramped look, and her ears gradually turned pink.
Fortunately, he was very patient, he lowered his eyes and picked up the long hair by the girl's ear and pinned it behind her ear: "What?"
"that is… "
Ning Ning raised her eyes to look at him quickly, then lowered her eyelashes quickly, pursed her lips and paused, and after a moment of stagnation, she said as if the boat was broken: "That is, don't you think that every night... you Are they too fierce?"
Pei Ji was startled.
He finally understood why Ning Ning blushed. When he first heard this sentence, his ears couldn't help but get hot.
Has he ever been "too fierce"
They have just become Taoist companions, and they don't have much experience in this area. At night, the two people are often intertwined with their spiritual senses, testing each other, and then he explores deeper and deeper, and the spiritual power is agitated, and Ningning—
Ning Ning seemed to... gasp from time to time, calling him to stop as if exhausted.
Although he seldom did it, even if he did, she would grit her teeth and hold his arm, and said in a hoarse voice to continue.
And every second day, no matter what happened the night before, Ning Ning would forget about it and never showed any dissatisfaction.
So Pei Ji blushed and asked her seriously, "I made you... uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable, I'm very satisfied - ah no!"
The more Ning Ning spoke, the more chaotic his breath became. He wanted to use a stronger tone, but his voice remained almost panicky: "I mean, tonight, I, I want to be the leading one!"
Finally said it!
Ning Ning burst into tears and praised her courage wildly. Today, she will turn the serf into a master and overthrow Pei Ji's unscrupulous rule!
Pei Ji stared at her blankly.
Ning Ning pretended to look at him calmly, and because he didn't know how the other party would react, he was so nervous that his heart was half-hanging in his chest.
Then she saw Pei Ji move slightly.
The boy who had just finished bathing climbed onto the bed, grabbed her right hand, and pressed it on his thin nightgown.
Then swipe to the side lightly.
"… like this?"
crit.
Fatal crit.
He made such an action, his shirt was half-covered on his chest, revealing the white skin inside, but his expression was always serious, with a hint of exploration and confusion.
Pure and desire.
Ning Ning's face was burning hot, but Pei Ji saw that she didn't refute, kept holding the little girl's right hand, leaned into the bed, and lay on the head of the bed.
A posture of "I've already laid down and you're free".
He was so direct, and as the one who kept saying that he wanted to lead, Ning Ning felt flustered instead.
Fortunately, although they had little experience, it was better to talk than nothing. She tried her best to prepare her mind, and followed Pei Ji's movements and squeezed the front of the boy's sliding down.
It was like slowly peeling off a fruit that had been treasured for a long time, and the part that belonged to Pei Ji gradually came into sight without any cover.
Jianxiu's body has been exercised for many years, and obvious muscles can be seen everywhere.
He belongs to the thin type, the upper body curve is smooth and soft, the thin shirt comes off a little bit, and when passing through the waist and abdomen, there is a line that suddenly tightens and closes inward.
Ning Ning straddled his trousers lap, glanced at him, and saw Pei Ji's right hand, which was slightly white due to too much force, pressed tightly against the quilt.
This is a micro-movement that only occurs involuntarily when you are nervous.
He is always a dead duck, and no matter what he thinks in his heart, he will try his best to be calm.
The candlelight in the room did not stop, and the whole space was covered with a hazy dark red, with the young man's white face and black eyes.
This should be an extremely pleasing picture.
If you ignore the vertical and horizontal scars on his body.
Pei Ji has suffered a lot of injuries from childhood to adulthood. In the early days, it was because he could not find the medicine for the wounds and could not treat them in time. Later, when he grew up and became mysterious, he was accustomed to the wounds and didn't pay much attention to them, and there were few times when he deliberately healed them.
As a result, now that the clothes are removed, the old scars on the skin, on the chest, arms and abdomen, are all condensed into dark brown and light red long marks.
Like being bitten, or from whips and vines.
Pei Ji felt her gaze, and her eyes darkened.
He knew that his body was covered in scars and looked hideous and ugly. Ning Ning used to be careful not to touch, but now—
Shallow shyness and shame flooded into his heart, Pei Ji felt flustered for no reason, and whispered: "Don't look, Ning..."
Before she finished speaking, the little girl who was close at hand suddenly lowered her head.
In the warm firelight, Ningning kissed the knife mark under his collarbone.
Long eyelashes trembled helplessly, Pei Ji's throat moved lightly, and she couldn't make a sound.
Those scars symbolized his most desolate past, each of which was ugly and terrifying, like a centipede hovering around his body, even he himself was disgusted.
But Ningning kissed there, with a very gentle force.
"Ningning."
Feeling ashamed and dry in his heart, he said hoarsely, "There... it's not good, don't touch it."
Ning Ning raised her head and met his eyes.
I don't know since when, Pei Ji's face turned red.
He had two extremely beautiful eyes, and the ends of the eyes were raised upwards, dizzying a peach-like light pink. There was a layer of fog in the black pupils, and it looked misty, covering up the coldness that usually refused people thousands of miles away.
Pei Ji became shy... Is that what it looks like
Like the icy cold winter snow melting slowly, a pool of too soft spring water flows.
Ning Ning sat on top of him and had a panoramic view of all his emotions. In a trance, he felt that his blood bar was about to be emptied.
Looking at the scar in front of her, she always felt uncomfortable when she thought of Pei Ji's past.
He has always hated these scars, so he buried all the memories related to them in his heart, without telling anyone, just waiting to rot.
She knew all these thoughts of Pei Ji.
He was always alone in pain.
Ning Ning's movements didn't stop. After looking at him, he lowered his head again.
Those scars are actually no longer painful, only when the weather is cloudy and rainy, there will be a dull pain in the bones.
But her lips were soft and soft, and when she affixed the long hard marks, the dead flesh that he hated was conscious, and it was full of crispness.
There is heat surging from the heart to the whole body.
Pei Ji suppressed the air in her throat, took a deep breath, and covered her eyes with her right arm to prevent the girl she liked from seeing her embarrassed appearance.
The unfamiliar touch stopped somewhere in his chest.
He heard Ning Ning's voice: "Here... does it hurt?"
When she spoke, she moved her lips and stretched out her hand, her fingertips resting on a dark brown scar. She didn't dare to use too much force, and when she gently stroked it, it was like a glimmer of light, causing a fleeting electric current.
Pei Ji's heart was numb, and he responded to her without thinking, "It's... it doesn't hurt anymore."
"yes?"
Ning Ning's fingertips turned in a circle, but she didn't take her eyes away from it: "It looks badly hurt."
"This is when I have not yet worshipped Xuanxu, passing through Luozhou, between the mountains..."
Pei Ji spoke in a hoarse voice, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the girl's clear pupils.
Those almond eyes were unbelievably beautiful, like a secluded pool rippling in the middle of the night. When Ning Ning lowered his eyelashes and looked at him, his pupils were filled with dancing candlelight, like the bright moon in the water.
She is looking at him.
See every nasty spot on his body.
This thought carried a little warmth, which made Pei Ji's heart feel hot.
At this moment, it seems that even the simplest gaze has become an indescribable ambiguity, the young man's throat moved slightly, adjusting his breath: "In the mountains and fields, he met a demon cultivator who had entered a demon, he entered the Dao with a sword, and the sword energy was right here. ."
"and then?"
The memories that were deeply buried in my heart came back to my mind, and Pei Jing replied in a deep voice: "I didn't have a sword at that time, I only used a knife, and while he was in a state of confusion, I went forward with sword energy—"
After he said, his eyes darkened: "Ningning, this is not a good story."
Pei Ji was reluctant to tell her more.
His past was dark and bleak, with nothing to praise, like a sparse and filthy sewer that would only be annoying to hear.
Ning Ning is different.
She grew up in a carefree and gentle township since she was a child. She never knew about the dirt and suffering, and Pei Ji didn't want her to know.
The moon should hang high and far in the sky, enjoying all the beauty and clarity of the world, how can she be dyed with the dark color in the gutter.
Pei Ji didn't want to make Ning Ning feel sorry for him.
What she got from him should only be warmth and happiness.
The touch on his chest twirled, and when he passed the still intact skin on his ribs, he added more force and bit lightly.
That position is close to the waist.
Her breath was like a hot fog, and Pei Ji held her breath and clenched the thin sheet in her right hand.
"What about here?"
Ning Ning's eyes slid a little bit and came to his lower abdomen.
Pei Ji is very thin, not slender and sickly, but tall and straight with well-proportioned texture, strong and beautiful, from her point of view, you can see solid abdominal muscles.
And a sharp long mark on the muscle.
The reason was swallowed up by countless mixed emotions, and the sensual stimulation seemed to be absent, and she was pulled by her at will.
The condensed gaze was solid, and he had never been looked at so seriously.
Pei Ji is going crazy.
"This is my mother she..."
The last word was swallowed back into his throat.
Ning Ning made a low "um" and continued down.
The kisses one after another were soft and gentle, like the first drizzle in a spring day.
The water in the pond trembled lightly, the breath of the wind trembled, and the ripples penetrated into the depths of the unknown pond, causing bursts of involuntary trembling.
Finally she came a little further down.
A more shameful and secretive location.
Teeth gnawed slowly at the long, thin white belt.
Ning Ning raised her eyelashes and looked at him with the corners of her mouth hooked.
The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating the girl's jet-black pupils and her delicate skin like white jade.
Like a little fox or cat.
"Pei Ji."
Ning Ning laughed suddenly, his voice was kept very low and low, and the ending sound rose slyly, hooking up his whole heart: "Continue?"
The Adam's apple moved suddenly.
The emotions that were suppressed in the bottom of my heart were like surging undercurrents, screaming and breaking through the layers of shackles, quickly filling up the limbs and bones. Restraint, restraint, and restraint were swallowed up to the smallest detail, and the beast sleeping on its chest quietly stretched out its sharp claws.
Without warning, Ning Ning's left arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled straight.
Pei Ji has been quiet and quiet, she never expected this action, when her mind went blank, she fell forward along his strength.
The hosta that was tied to the black hair swayed suddenly, and when it fell to the ground, it caused a waterfall of blue silk, and a crisp sound.
Then, the whole person was turned over involuntarily, and lay flat on the place where Pei Ji was before.
As soon as they went up and down, the postures of the two changed completely.
Wait, wait.
His arm was firmly pressed against the bed, Ning Ning's body sank into the quilt, and he could clearly feel the warm warmth left by him. She widened her eyes at the sudden movement and opened her mouth to protest.
It was clear that he would let her come today—
Pei Ji is a foul!
It is a pity that these words did not have the opportunity to be spoken.
Pei Ji's eyes were deep, and she leaned over and grabbed her lips.
Unlike the red marks everywhere on his cold white skin, Ning Ning was completely wrapped in a thin snow-white shirt. Half-covered, showing layers of folds.
He stretched out his articulated hand, and under the thin shirt, there was an extra arc of wandering.
Pei Ji's movements were a little more impetuous than usual, but they could be called "gentle" from beginning to end. Ning Ning felt the heat in his palm, only to feel hot all over.
The trembling sensation was like the teeth of a beast, gnawing at the meridians and blood recklessly. Even if she had tried before, she would subconsciously feel shy whenever he was touched.
It was raining outside the window.
The rain is swept away by the wind, and the cold snap comes in the evening. The leaves, twigs, candlelight, and human figures are all swaying rapidly, like a boat in the wind and waves.
The night is getting darker and the rain is getting weaker.
Ning Ning opened her eyes again, only to see the slender collarbone of the young man and the cold white skin with smooth lines.
- It is said to be cold white, but in fact, it has long been soaked in a layer of soft light pink.
The thin powder faintly fainted, gradually turning pink and white from the neck, passing through the dark brown scars that meander, spreading to every inch of the body's skin.
Perhaps sensing her slightly raised head movement, Pei Ji's hands clasped on Ning Ning's back froze subconsciously, and the blush on her neck became even stronger.
He knew now that he was embarrassed.
Ning Ning was almost out of strength, buried his head in the crevice of his neck, and kissed him as gently as possible.
Her voice was also restrained around her neck, and it sounded dull, with a smile: "Pei Ji is very good-looking."
The breathing of the person beside him stopped obviously. Ning Ning took an inch and continued to rub his chin: "As long as it's you, no matter the past, the present, the future, or anywhere on the body... I like it."
She likes him so much, no matter how embarrassed and unbearable, Ning Ning is willing to accept it without reservation.
What's more, Pei Ji has never been "unbearable". No matter how wasted life, he always gritted his teeth and kept his back straight and beautiful.
There was a very brief stagnation in the air.
Pei Ji was itchy from her rubbing, and when she spoke again, the aura around her body was involuntarily chaotic: "Wherever you are... do you like it?"
Ning Ning didn't think much, nodded and replied, "Yes."
She heard a low laugh.
Pei Ji's voice was filled with desire, like a spider web covering her eardrums, and suddenly called her out, "Ningning."
The little girl in his arms moved her head and answered obediently, "Huh?"
Pei Ji: "..."
Pei Ji: "Let's continue."