Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

After that, Jin Xianyu stopped talking, and she quickly ended the meal with the speed of wind and clouds.

This scene was frequently staged hundreds of years ago.

She and Yu Longyao seemed to be the most standard and perfect husband and wife in the eyes of the world. They were discussing something with great interest, and then all of a sudden they lost their voices and became speechless.

The heated discussions before seemed to be just greetings and courtesies.

As if they had agreed, they stopped talking and went about their own business.

Jin Xianyu stood up and was about to wash the dishes.

Yu Longyao stood up and suddenly said, "I'll come."

Jin Xianyu glanced at him, but was not polite to him. Back at the back of the room, she rubbed her stomach and quickly took another battle bath.

She thought that she would not be able to fall asleep, but after she figured it out, she put aside a worry and slept very soundly.

When she woke up the next day, Yu Longyao also prepared breakfast, and everything was arranged properly, except that she was not allowed to go out.

Jin Xianyu tentatively walked to the door, but as expected, the ghosts driven by Yu Longyao politely "invited" them back.

She begged for no fun, and obediently returned to the room to continue reading the book. After she finished flipping through the two books, she fell asleep on the table.

In a daze, a gaze seemed to fall on her face.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xie Fuwei, who was extremely quiet, sat beside her, and looked at her quietly for how long.

She suddenly remembered that today should be Xie Fuwei's day to "stay in bed".

Jin Xianyu hesitated for a while, and didn't know what to do. He just caught a glimpse of the words book on the table that he had not finished reading, and invited him to watch it together.

"Want to watch it together?"

Xie Fuwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he made a sound of "um".

"You move the stool yourself."

Xie Fuwei obeyed.

The words in the book were like meaningless symbols, reflected in his cold, mercury-like eyes.

He couldn't read a word, only vaguely felt that Jin Xianyu's hair was very fragrant.

He leaned a little closer and smelled it carefully, and faintly smelled some faint aromas.

It seems to be a taste unique to girls.

Why is it so delicious.

Jin Xianyu seemed to say something, but he didn't hear it clearly.

Xie Fuwei's body was also as cold as a snake. Jin Xianyu was held up by him and sat on his lap. His long silver hair flowed like a meandering river on her lap, and it was so cool that he felt comfortable. Cool.

He looked very focused, and when she raised her head, she could see his chin, the slightly protruding Adam's apple between his pale neck.

He looked slender and thin, but his chest was wide enough. Jin Xianyu simply regarded him as a large cooling pillow, rubbing and rubbing it unconsciously while reading the script.

Just like in college she couldn't help touching her roommate's thigh.

One after another, Xie Fuwei's cold breath fluctuated faintly, as if his heart was filled with something, almost overflowing.

She taught him to be full of tenderness, and to be with Jin Xianyu, his heart was very soft, like birdsong in an empty mountain, falling flowers in a deep pool.

... Xie Fuwei's hand feeling can only be said to be very good.

Jin Xianyu thought absentmindedly.

That flawless face, with just the right amount of low temperature, was like a perfectly made inflatable doll.

Jin Xianyu stared at him as the main body almost in a playful attitude, played with him, grabbed his cool long hair, and held it in the palm of his hand.

He poked his ferocious chest muscles again, and the thin waist under the burqa.

It feels a bit like the poking fun of an otome game.

When she looked at it all with a different way of thinking, she had never been so relaxed and happy.

After she stroked it two or three times, Xie Fuwei's breathing became chaotic again. His breathing was shallow, perhaps because as a killer, he had to be as indifferent as possible.

The momentary turmoil was almost imperceptible.

He lowered his eyes and turned to kiss her nose.

The curvature of the nose is nice.

The lips are also beautiful.

Xie Fuwei actually didn't care about her appearance. Even if she had a plain appearance, he could find many beautiful things.

She put her hand on his forehead and gently pushed him back, acting impatiently as if she was slapping an overly clingy dog.

Just simple skin-to-skin contact was like a fire started, and he fell to the ground with a shudder, his silver hair spread out, like a stream of silver sparkling in the moonlight.

Those silver pupils seemed to be a little pink.

Was the reaction so drastic?

Jin Xianyu opened his mouth and touched his ankle tentatively.

Only when his fingertips touched his ankle, Xie Fuwei suddenly trembled violently.

The sensitive-sense-point turned out to be the ankle!

She was stunned for a full half a while and was taken aback.

She held up his pale feet hesitantly and gestured.

It was huge, bigger than her palm.

But it looks very delicate, the toes are a little narrow, smooth like tofu, the flesh and bones are evenly stopped, and the thin and powerful.

She's not actually a foot fetishist, she has no interest in the feet of men and women.

She suddenly thought of the scene when Ximen Qing played with Pan Jinlian's little golden lotus feet.

The ancients had an almost deformed and fanatical pursuit of the three-inch golden lotus.

Must be thin, small, narrow, warped, light, uniform, neat, clean and white.

Xie Fuwei's slightly convulsed appearance made her suddenly have a strange delusion.

It turns out that staring at a man is such a feeling, like playing with a beautiful piece of art. She occupies absolute initiative and freedom.

If Xie Fuwei had a snake's tail, the crystal-clear snake's tail under the burqa must have been entangled, and he wanted to mate with her.

But she takes the absolute initiative, giving or rejecting.

"You shouldn't do that with Yu Longyao." Jin Xianyu blushed a little, and muttered, he pulled down the burqa for Xie Fugua and covered his ankles.

She jumped up from the ground briskly.

Since the two of them didn't see her as a complete person, she didn't need to give them independent personalities.

Xie Fuwei's eyes briefly lost focus, and he curled up and trembled for a while before he came back to his senses.

However, Jin Xianyu had already washed his hands and sat back at the table to read the script.

It's kind of like a rag doll in a novel that gets thrown away when it's used up.

she thought wildly.

Ragdoll Xie Fuwei, lowered his eyes and straightened himself from the ground, his slender eyelashes filtered out the thoughts in the bottom of his eyes.

He was too silent, even though his mind was turned upside down, most of the time he didn't say a word.

He consciously embraced Jin Xianyu again.

Because Xie Fuwei's body was really cold and soft, Jin Xianyu didn't resist.

She didn't say a word.

Xie Fuwei could vaguely feel that Jin Xianyu seemed a little dissatisfied with himself, and he didn't know where the dissatisfaction came from. He longed to embrace her quietly and tenderly.

Her skin seemed to possess magic power, and he unconsciously lowered his eyes to touch her skin.

Slippery, like a fish that cannot be grasped in his hands.

Their skins are obviously close to each other, but they seem to be very far away, as if the fish in their palms will turn around and swim away if they are not careful.

Jin Xianyu was hugged too tightly by him and twisted a bit.

It was as slippery as the fish tail slapped against his palm, Xie Fuwei frowned slightly, his heart beat again and again, and skipped a beat for no reason.

Why did he get her, but he seemed to be getting further and further away from her.

In a daze, Xie Fuwei finally tasted a little uneasy.

It was so hot, even if Xie Fuwei's body temperature was low, it would be uncomfortable to hug him like this.

Jin Xianyu was a little too annoyed, he pushed him away, took a deep breath, and muttered:

"It's so hot, I'll go out for a walk."

After speaking, without waiting for Xie Fuwei's reaction, he picked up the script and walked out.

Xie Fuwei froze for a while, and pressed his heart thoughtfully.

My heart seemed to be rubbed into a ball, and it was as if a deep blood was drawn by the sword qi while practicing the sword.

He suddenly remembered that he had picked up a small snake when he was young, with a thick thumb and black eyes. It was a beautiful little white snake with some negligible intelligence.

He has a very good relationship with it, and the little white snake likes to rest on his tiger's mouth every day. After he finished his sword practice, he would often catch some voles to feed it, and it would not refuse anyone who came.

When his status is a little higher, the food and clothing expenses of the little white snake will also increase with him. He eats fairy flowers and drinks jade dew.

It never eats voles again.

Seeing the voles, they just huddled in the corner, too lazy to look up.

Because she now has more, better options.

Jin Xianyu is afraid of heat and is a veritable hot bone.

This body cannot survive without the air conditioner.

In this low-magic world of immortals, monks simply can't be affected by cold and warm.

So hot, so hot.

Feeling the heat wave coming towards him, Jin Xianyu regretted that his intestines were blue, so he might as well stay in the house.

She tried her best to focus on the storybook.

The ancient novels have a poor sense of substitution, but the content is more open than a green literature website.

Men and women, men and women, lilies, all kinds of sexual orientations and tricks have everything.

The book she is holding is a collection of several short stories. This chapter tells the story of a male vixen and a scholar.

Yu Longyao walked out the door and saw Jin Xianyu sitting under the porch.

After the fall, the weather not only did not cool down, but the autumn tiger became more and more aggressive.

Jin Xianyu was wearing a green skirt with yellowish spring flowers embroidered at the corners of the skirt.

The skirt was rolled up high by her, revealing two legs that were as white as jade.

Dangling his legs, his expression was a little sullen.

He stood there for a while, as if in a trance.

Although he is a cultivator, this body is only at the stage of [Heavenly Secret]. Although he has entered the gate of immortality, he is not yet an earthly immortal who is not disturbed by foreign objects at the stage of [Palm Universe], and of course he will feel hot.

The strange thing is that when he saw Jin Xianyu, the dryness in his heart seemed to be relieved, and there was a kind of comfort, or peace of mind.

"Is it hot?" His steps were a little brisk, he walked in front of her and asked actively.

"It's you?" Jin Xianyu froze, not expecting to see Yu Longyao here.

He also looked very decent, his skin was like cold jade, clean and clear.

Yu Longyao smiled slightly and sat down beside her very familiarly.

"There is no wind here." Yu Longyao said after feeling quietly for a while.

She must be hot, he thought, because she was sweating all the time.

The light sweat revealed Biwan, and the pale texture was faintly shrouded.

Her jet-black hair was sticking to her forehead, and there was a drop of bean-sized, crystal sweat down her neck.

Why is there a drop of sweat on her skin.

Yu Longyao tilted her head, full of puzzlement.

There seemed to be a small vortex on her neck, with an undulating arc, and he watched intently as the drop of sweat gradually slipped down into the slightly opened corner of the back of the neck.

Appear docile.

Yu Longyao lowered her eyes unexpectedly, and reached out to pick up the beads of sweat on her neck.

A strange touch came from his skin, and Jin Xianyu jumped up as if frightened, turning his head to look at him in astonishment.

"what are you doing?"

Yu Longyao said, "You sweat a lot."

As if to verify her statement, Yu Longyao smiled and stretched out her fingertips, letting her see the shiny water stains on her fingertips.

Jin Xianyu looked at him in disbelief: "...You are so disgusting."

Even she herself despised her sticky sweat.

Yu Longyao didn't care, he got up and stood for a while, walked back to the bedroom, and took out another fan.

"I'll fan you," he said softly, moving slowly and slowly.

The cool breeze came, and Yu Longyao's voice seemed to become cool and clear at this moment, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Longyao tilted her head and asked in confusion.

Jin Xianyu handed him the script and let him read it for himself, but his attitude didn't change a little bit because Yu Longyao fanned her.

The story just happened to stay on the page where the male fox spirit and the scholar turned around.

Yu Longyao looked at it very carefully. After reading it line by line, she raised her eyes and said, "This is very interesting."

He looked as usual, and seemed to really think it was funny, but his tone was cold.

It seemed like a silent mockery.

The turbulent male fox spirits and talents did not make him feel any throbbing. She showed him this content naked-naked-naked, which made Yu Longyao feel offended.

Her attitude made him even more frustrated after a long absence.

Seeing his lack of interest, Jin Xianyu retracted his words and slandered silently.

Do not look pulled down.