Black Lotus Tactics Manual

From the second day of marriage, the black lotus was sleeping on the ground next to the bed, sleeping soundly and quietly, without objection, Ling Miaomiao lived next to him, and he lived peacefully, day after day, right I am very satisfied.

She woke up as usual, quarter an hour later than Mu Sheng, and when she was sitting on the bed with her hair disheveled, Mu Sheng had rolled the mattress of the floor to the side and went out.

Turning his eyes again, he saw a solitary apple rabbit squatting on the bedside table, and the rabbit's **** turned towards her face, seemingly incapable of grievance.

Ling Miaomiao squinted Apple Rabbit obliquely-for a long while, feeling a little thirsty, he picked it up and nibbled it.

As he gnawed, Mu Sheng pinched the comb and appeared in front of him. The black eyes dared to look at her with a smile. "Is it delicious?"

"Hmm ..." Ling Miaomiao had a short mouth and responded with a little embarrassment.

He nodded, actually pulled out the stool and sat down, patiently watching her eating an apple, squeezing the comb at his fingertips, tapping on the table.

"What are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao wondered.

The teenager pursed his lips, and his eyes simultaneously showed the two contradictory emotions of eagerness and uneasiness. After a pause, he said: "I bought you a new ... comb for your hair."

"Oh," Miao Miao was a little embarrassed, "Actually I ..."

"A whole bottle." He added.

"..." Ling Miaomiao even showed a little guilt in her heart.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the teeth of the comb, seemingly silently relieving the tension in his heart, and his dark eyes contained a slight light: "Can I help you comb your hair?"

The girl who eats soft but not hard blinks Kyoko's eyes, a little bit coaxed by his appearance: "Last time, you were not so polite ..."

She put down the apple, wiped her hands, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Ling Miaomiao didn't know why Mu Sheng showed such great interest in her hair. He only knew that his hair was in his hands and he couldn't let it go without playing for half an hour.

From the mirror, she watched the teenager play with her hair in a gentle to almost ambiguous way, such as sitting on a needle felt, and when he tried to kiss her hair again, she seriously reminded: "Children, comb your hair well."

Mu Sheng moved, raised his head, and his black eyes looked at the mirror grievously, and saw the girl's soft hair in the mirror showing an elf-like ear tip, and his cheeks were red, and he was looking at him calmly, like I was scratched by the cat's paw.

"Miao Miao," he said quietly, "can I not tie my hair in the room in the future?"

"... Why?" Ling Miaomiao's eyelashes twitched, and the feeling of sitting on a needle felt felt even stronger, even speaking a little fluttering.

"I really like you ..." The calm in his tone could not be maintained, whispered, and slowly bent down to kiss her on her cheek.

Ling Miaomiao sighed inwardly without escaping.

Forget it, let him kiss him.

-He will never be allowed to comb his hair again.

She lowered her head and placed a brand new bottle of combing water on the table, a gardenia was delicately engraved on the bottle.

The rouge gouache in Wufang Town is delicate and meticulous, and has a wide variety of categories. Even the bottles are more delicate than those produced elsewhere, which is the girl's favorite appearance.

A few boxes of brightly colored rouge were placed next to the bottle.

Mu let out her reluctantly, flicked her hair, and when she saw her staring at the table, she whispered, "These are also for you."

Ling Miaomiao picked up a box and looked at it, hesitating: "I've never used this red."

"Then try it." He didn't care, "I help you paint it?"

"No!" Ling Miaomiao refused immediately, staring at the mirror, and found in frustration that her hair was still not combed for half an hour.

The next day the protagonist set foot in Wufang Town, Liu Fuyi very intimately found a new house that was not too big for them, settled down, and made plans to live for ten days and a half months.

A mansion with a small garden is much more comfortable than a cramped inn, but the house has been barren for a long time, many furnitures are newly purchased, and the tents on the bed are too late to install.

These days' work during the day is to go head-to-head and to buy all the daily necessities at the fair.

Because Ling Miaomiao wants to cut out her new clothes, all surrounded by women, she quickly went back to the sound and plunged herself into the pile of the lady.

After measuring the clothes, it was still early, Ling Miaomiao turned around in the store, carefully selected a new tent, and returned to the house with joy.

The wonderful pace is brisk: the tent under her hand is simply the most textured tent she has seen in this world-dark dark green, a bit of a retro and elegant texture. The yarn is soft, and even better, the owner said that this fabric is both light-transmitting and light-filtering, which softens the sunlight so less dazzlingly.

Who knows, when she was sitting on the bed and unfolding the tent, Mu Sheng's face "brushed", "What is this?"

Ling Miaomiao arbitrarily clarified the corner of the account while saying, "My new account."

Mu Sheng hurried over and stared at the tent in her hand, her tone somewhat strange: "... Don't ... don't hang on to this."

"Why?" Ling Miaomiao raised her head in amazement, and found that his expression was particularly wrong, like a small animal with its tail caught, struggling but unable to escape.

His long eyelashes moved, and after a while he spat out a cautious sentence: "... this color is not good-looking."

"But I like it very much." Ling Miaomiao looked at him with some loss, and touched the soft and clear tent with ease, "... you will see it when you see more."

He pursed his lips, and the beast still struggled: "I ... I don't like it."

"..." Ling Miaomiao's heart burst into flames.

In fact, since she got married, Mu Sheng has been almost obedient to her. After a long time, she has become accustomed to dizziness.

Now he suddenly raised fierce objections. She was not used to it and was annoyed at once: "My own bed, I like it. If you don't like it, sleep next door."

The boy closed his mouth and watched as she hung up the dark green tent corner by corner, the sunlight filtering from the top of the tent, and a little light was applied to the smooth hair of her forehead, and she lifted her chin slightly. , The light spot slipped onto her slightly opened lips, which looked delicate and tender like some kind of pastry ...

His eyes were dull, and he poured himself a glass of cold water to settle in.

Ling Miaomiao finished hanging the tent, quickly picked up the skirt and jumped out of bed, walked a few steps to the cabinet, and took a few things from the cabinet.

"Ding Dang Dang Dang--" He was like a cat with a stomped tail, and when he heard this sound, his hair was standing upright.

"What is this?"

Ling Miaomiao turned slightly and showed him something in his arms-four strings of bells, the style and sound ...

The fragrant scene in the dream swept through immediately, and a thin layer of sweat grew on his forehead, and the tail shook a little: "Where did it come from?"

"Oh. Where did you come from so many questions ..." Ling Miaomiao was sweating with a bell at the corner of the bed, tied it up several times, the ribbons were sliding down, and her hands were sore, and she was still not tight. "In Jingyangpo, I saw bells hung on the four corners of the bed of Shi Niangzi's bedroom. It was very beautiful. Shi Niang gave me four bells when I saw what I liked."

"Don't hang on this ..." He asked a little in his tone.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help crying: "How did this bell hinder you?"

"It will ring at night and make you sleep." He stared at her with dark eyes, a pitiful smell in his illusion.

"Oh, I'm afraid of noisy ..." Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips and sincerely promised, "I sleep peacefully, it won't ring, and I won't be noisy."

"but……"

The bell string fell again, and she retracted her arm in frustration, knocking hard: "Can't hang ..."

She remembered something and turned back: "During the period, can you help me hang this up?"

Mu Sheng stood beside the table and drank three glasses of cold water blankly, seeing the girl staring at herself with hope, and walked past.

Fortunately, after handing over the bell, she picked up the skirt and got out of bed, just stood by and looked away.

He knelt down on the bed, a thin sweat came out of his palm, and fastened the bell firmly to the corner of the bed. When he moved a little, the bell rang, and the halo in the tent shook, leaving him at a loss.

To promise her is self-abuse.

He was hanging with great difficulty, and suddenly the bed sank. He lowered his head and couldn't see the wonderful face.

She lay down with her clothes, the neckline slightly opened, revealing a little fair and fair skin, blinking a pair of apricot eyes, looking up at him innocently.

"You ... you are ..." His throat tightened.

"I lie down and feel it." Ling Miaomiao was lying under the new tent, filled with joy, rolling twice on the left and twice on the right. The more I looked, the more I liked it. I accidentally looked up and saw his dark eyes. Holding her still, she smiled strangely, "You hang your chant, what do you do?"

She changed position again, his knee accidentally pressed against her soft waist, and that piece of heat seemed to spread sharply from the knee to the whole body.

His hands were shaking more and more, only to feel that there was a fire lying on the bed, burning him like a clay pot that had been baked with several cracks, so soon ... just soon ...

He glanced down, desperate in his heart, and pulled the swing down silently.

"Can you ... go down first ..."

Ling Miaomiao noticed that his body was trembling slightly, and when he looked up again, a little flush appeared on his face.

It was probably that she was lying here, hindering his affairs, so that he hung so hard, she climbed up and pulled her skirt back to the side: "Okay."

Looking at his face, he apologized again: "You hang slowly, don't worry."

His eyelashes were shaking, as if he hadn't heard her, he hung up the four corners quickly, propped up the bed, snatched out the door, and set off a cold wind.

"Hey?" Ling Miaomiao looked at Mu Sheng's back in doubt.

late at night.

Ling Miaomiao, as she promised, slept peacefully, sleeping peacefully, motionless, silently without making a sound.

He can't sleep.

——How can I fall asleep?

He sat up silently from the floor and quietly lifted the corner of the tent surrounded by the center. The girl fell asleep lying on his back, resting one hand on his abdomen, with his breath rising and falling, and the other hand resting on the bed.

He sat by the bed, carefully took her hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

With a slight movement of her finger, he immediately froze, and then she moved her hand, slowly touching his face, and moved up to his forehead again.

He jumped in the dark center, feeling her touch motionlessly.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Miao Miao was sleepily confused, with a tempting soft wax in the end, which seemed to have no claws.

Her cold fingers rested on his forehead for a while, and said warmly: "Is it too cold?"

"..."

"Stop coming to sleep, your quilt is thin." She told her in half awake and half awake, sweet voice a little dumb, very kind and touching.

"... I don't want it anymore." The teenager's black eyes flashed at night, and refused with difficulty.

"Then forget it, sleep well." She rolled over and went to sleep.

Behind him, there was a ring of bells, and the bells jingled.

He still climbed up. Not only did he climb up, he put his hands tentatively on her waist, gently wrapped it, and dragged the person into his arms a little.

Ling Miaomiao was not struggling. She was so sleepy that her eyelids could not be opened. She just mumbled, "Don't move."

"..." Mu Sheng lowered her head, but she grabbed the line first.

The person in his arms was breathing smoothly, sleeping peacefully, and leaning in his arms unsuspectingly, his boiling blood slowly subsided, holding the warm mass, and his lips touched her warm cheek.