Shen Shu stood by the spring pool, listening to the trembling calls of the people in the spring.
The field of vision is occupied by the creamy and smooth white, and the charming scene that is hard to see on weekdays and only staged in dreams is being staged in front of him.
There is blood surging in the body instinctively, but Shen Shu's face is still expressionless.
He knew it was just an illusion.
Ye Yunlan has never shown such a weak attitude in front of him. That person is used to patience and silence. If the injury really occurs, he will only bear it alone. He will never ask anyone for help, let alone ask for any help. mercy of man.
… just like a white plum growing in the ice and snow, lonely and silent, it looks fragile and easy to break, but some things are indestructible.
"Shu Er..."
The voice of the people in the spring came from a distance, hoarse and sultry.
The snow-white figure supported the pond shore, leaning over like a swimming fish.
With crystal tears on his long eyelashes, his ten hands stretched upwards, and his five slender fingers were like lotus blossoms, raising them like a sacrifice, trying his best to get close to him.
"help me… "
Shen Shu's Adam's apple rolled, feeling that his body was inevitably hot, and his throat was also thirsty. His eyes became extremely dark and dark, and for a moment, he whispered: "I really want to be able to help Shizun. I really want to, really want to..."
As he spoke, his long eyelashes were half-drooped, looking at the snow-white figure in the spring, his face that was red with desire suddenly showed a look of indifference.
"Unfortunately, you are not him."
The tip of the afterglow sword lifted and swayed slightly, passing through the snow-white figure.
The people in Quanzhong opened their eyes wide, and their raised hands fell weakly.
"Shen Shu," there was resentment in his voice, "I hate you..."
It poured into the spring water, and its body turned into a red butterfly and flew away.
The azure-colored spring water has returned to its calm, like ten smooth mirrors, but the dense fog around it has not dissipated.
Shen Shu closed his eyes.
Even though he knew that the other party was a phantom, the resentful words still lingered.
He remembered the decision he made before coming to this secret realm, and slowly pursed his lips into ten lines.
He couldn't help thinking, if he really did something like that to Ye Yunlan, would the other party hate him.
And the answer is beyond doubt.
He clenched the residual lightsaber in his hand and told himself not to think too much, then looked around intently, wanting to continue to explore beyond the thick fog.
But suddenly two snow-white and slender hands wrapped around his neck from behind, silently, crawling along like vines.
Ten strange, familiar cold incense wrapped around him.
Someone whispered in his ear: "Shen Shu."
Shen Shu's body froze, and he didn't let go of the other party for the first time.
"I'm so tired for the teacher... Let me take a ten-break break for the teacher."
The other party said, the thin body was leaning on his back, so light that he could hardly feel any weight, like ten springs of spring water entangled him, and the cold aroma taught people to sink.
Compared with the snow white who was tempted just now, the quiet snuggle now makes it even more difficult for him to break free.
Is it a fantasy? he thinks.
It's a fantasy. he told himself.
Probably only the illusion, that person would lean on his back like this and say something like he wants to take a rest.
The other party's thin body leaned against his back, as if he wanted to absorb warmth, and his soft breathing sprayed on his neck.
Shen Shu felt his throat became more thirsty.
He pursed his lips, and after a long time, he finally spoke ten times in a hoarse voice.
"let me go."
There is sword energy in his body, and he pushes away all the foreign objects that do not belong to him.
The hands that wrapped around his chest, that sprayed so thin that his neck breathed, and the soft snuggle behind him all dissipated like a cloud of smoke when he was pushed away by the sword energy.
He turned around abruptly, only to see an endless gray fog.
After being silent for a long time, he held the sword of the residual light ten times again, and walked into the thick fog by himself.
The spring water in the back had dissipated when he stepped out, and he cut out the sword light. Difficulty clearing the way in the thick fog.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Shu suddenly heard the sound of the guqin from far away.
The thick fog subsided, and he saw ten bamboo buildings and ten windows.
A familiar figure was sitting cross-legged by the window, stroking the strings.
He watched silently.
When the man in the window sits with his eyes lowered, he is like a low-blooming white plum. As long as he looks at him, it is easy to feel the peace and tranquility of the years.
Then, never want to go far.
As if aware of his sight, the man looked up, and there was a slight soft smile on his lips.
"You're back." The man said, "Husband."
He was stunned, a trace of confusion crossed his face, and he stopped by the door for a while.
It's just not ten? After a while, the trace of confusion disappeared.
He nodded, walked into the bamboo building, and put the long sword in his hand on the table.
The other party got up from the piano table, came over to take off his robe for him, and put it aside.
He gently teased the man's eyelashes with his fingertips, and the man turned his face uncomfortably, but the tips of his cheeks and ears were dyed crimson.
He went to the back kitchen, cooked food, came back and put it on the table, looking up, it was getting dusk outside the window. The orange-red sunset shone on the earth, coating everything in the house with a hazy warm color.
After the two of them had dinner together, he cleaned up the dishes and boiled ten buckets of hot water. After the man finished bathing, he washed himself in the tub.
By the time I went back to the bedroom, it was already dark.
As the candles flickered, he saw the man wearing only plain white shirts, leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through ten yellowed scrolls.
The man sat in the back, and there were many places left beside him, which were reserved for him.
He walked over lightly, and seeing that the man was still focused on it, without noticing him, he pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to grab the man's scroll.
The man lifted his eyelashes to look at him, not annoyed, his cold brows showed a faint and soft color in the candlelight, and his black eyes were like warm jade.
He put the scroll aside, save for his boots, and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arms around the man's thin shoulders.
The man didn't struggle, just snuggled up and leaned against his chest.
He rolled his fingers and played with the man's ten strands of black hair, lowered his head and said ten funny jokes that he had encountered recently.
The body temperature of the other party has always been low, so he held the person in his arms for a long time, and then gradually warmed the person, and felt satisfied.
The hair of the two people has been let down, and they are entangled in one place in the gap, regardless of each other, flowing in the firelight.
Before you know it, the night is getting late.
He raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and was about to take the other person to sleep, but his sleeve was suddenly pulled by the other side.
"What?" he said.
Suddenly, he felt the man leaning forward, and his cool lips touched his Adam's apple.
It wasn't such a blatant way of flirting, but it seemed like a flame was ignited in his body.
"Do you know what you're doing?" he whispered.
The other party didn't answer, but his cool lips still touched his bulging Adam's apple, kissing him ten times and ten times. Then, something slippery and soft came out carefully and licked lightly at his Adam's apple.
... ! ! !
He trembled ten times, almost unable to control himself, and made uncontrollable actions.
And the opponent's movement still did not stop.
The hands that used to play the piano during the day were undressing him.
The cold and distant aroma rushed into the tip of the nose, and the slender and pale fingers were extremely conspicuous in the dark, almost thrilling.
He suddenly clasped the opponent's hand, gritted his teeth again and repeated: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"I know," the man said softly, "... husband."