Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

The rain only starts to fall after nightfall.

The rain fluttered and fell, shrouding the entire mountain forest in the distance in darkness, giving people a strange and eerie feeling.

In the middle of the mountains, in the village of Aoyama.

Hazy rainy nights, dark and silent.

However, an oil lamp in front of the window jumped with the dim yellow candlelight, and the side face on the side appeared more and more snow-white and delicate, like a beautiful handicraft.

Yan Xueli sat by the window, holding her chin with one hand and looking at the pouring rain outside, her eyes were calm and indifferent, as if there was nothing in heaven and earth that could make her fluctuate.

When she turned her head sideways and looked to the other side, her eyes flowed and shone.

It was a pure and dusty young man, his eyebrows were picturesque, humble as jade, and his every move made Yan Xueli drunk, and layers of ripples rippled in his heart.

Fan Yunmo was making the bed, suddenly felt a hot line of sight, followed the induction, and saw Yan Xueli, who was sitting by the window staring at him in a daze.

"Madam, why do you always like to stare at me now than before?"

"I used to like it too."

A long time ago, the day he brought back began.

Yan Xueli's eyes flashed with essence, as if she thought of something that interested her, and with an interesting smile, she slowly walked to Fan Yunmo and carefully examined it.

"Well, my husband-jun is good-looking, so I love to watch it, can't I?"

"It's not impossible, you don't bother me to make my bed."

The more he said this, the more rebellious Yan Xueli became.

Yan Xueli nodded thoughtfully, then raised his hand, pinched Fan Yunmo's chin with his fingertips, and commented lightly: "But the husband is still a little worse than me." "

As she said, there is no falsehood.

Compared with enchanting clothes, Yan Xueli is more often wearing Fan Yunmo's white brocade robe, and rarely wears plain skirts or other clothes with more red exposure.

Dressing up is more inclined to a spirited boy.

Cold and elegant, no fireworks.

On the other hand, Fan Yunmo, the clothes he wears, except for the occasional difference in color, the style is basically the same, except for the clothes sent by the immortal master, the embroidery is gold-rimmed.

This is the moment.

After making the bed, he finally just calmly patted her little hand, Fan Yunmo simply threw himself on the bed, his eyes opened a slit, and glanced at her: "You don't sleep, I can sleep first." "

Boom, boom—

the night was deep and the rain was dripping.

Hearing this, Yan Xueli soon lay on the bed, lying on her side and looking at the person opposite, her eyes were clear and soft, warm as a spring breeze.

The distance is only three inches apart, and the candlelight is reflected in the middle.

Swaying, dappled light and shadow, it looks particularly warm.

Her warm and soft breath sprayed on the tip of Fan Yunmo's nose, tickling and reaching, and stretched out her slender white fingers to touch his well-defined face.

Listen to the comfortable sound of rain and enjoy the refreshing air.

Fan Yunmo gradually relaxed, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to pay attention to some woman who disturbed his peaceful sleep

, Yan Xueli looked at him and closed his eyes,

his mouth deflated in dissatisfaction.

You know that tonight he said that he would serve himself, but Fan Yunmo closed his eyes?!

Although she was dissatisfied in her heart, Yan Xueli still asked softly, "Is the husband sleepy?"

Without opening his eyes, Fan Yunmo just replied lightly.

Yan Xueli stared at him quietly, and when she saw this, she stopped talking, and after sighing softly, she moved her body slightly, gradually approached him, held him like a child in her arms, and hugged him tightly, as if she was worried that as soon as she let go, this person would disappear.

"Sleepy

, sleep..."

He was tempted to say that the hug was too tight.

However, when she said this, Fan Yunmo obediently curled up in Yan Xueli's arms and buried it in her neck, with a clear incense, as if the whole heart had calmed down.

Yan Xueli caressed his silky long hair, and her mood became happy.

The room was quiet, only the sound of rain outside the window, steady and even breathing, warm candlelight flickering, Yan Xueli moved his hand after a cup of tea, the oil lamp was instantly extinguished, and the room fell into darkness.

Before I knew it, the rain became louder.

Yan Xueli hugged him, listening to the growing sound of rain outside, and felt a little sad in his heart.

I'm afraid it will rain all day.

Following.

It was not yet dawn, but the sound of rain was still there.

Yan Xueliqing's pleasant voice came from the room, and pushed him: "Husband, wake up."

Fan Yunmo opened his eyes in confusion, as if he heard Yan Xueli calling him: "Lady....... You called me?

"Well, when I have slept enough, my husband should serve me too."

Fan Yunmo was stunned for a moment and looked up at the window.

The dim sky was still raining, the rain was very heavy, the sky and the earth seemed to be filled with thick water vapor, and the air was faintly damp.

"Madam, it's still early."

"It's not early, husband-kun."

Fan Yunmo was helpless, rubbed his eyebrows, and resigned himself to getting up.

However, he was pressed on the bed again by Yan Xueli with one hand, and said to him with a smile: "It's good that the concubine comes, do it yourself, in order to enrich your food and clothing." "

“？？？"

........

It was raining outside the house, and Van Yunmo was also drenched.

His squinted eyes could not be opened, mainly a little sleepy, and because of the clouds, the light in the room was very dim, and there was no sign of morning light at all.

Fan Yunmo relied on the feeling of his hand and the wet feeling on his neck, and judged that Yan Xueli should use his sleeve to help him wipe it again.

She was half-lying on top of herself.

Fan Yunmo got closer to get a vague look at her absolutely beautiful face.

When Fan Yunmo got up, went to the table to re-light the fuel lamp, the room instantly had a little light, and after simply dressing neatly, he looked at the person lying on the bed and said, "Madam, I'll prepare breakfast."

He felt that Yan Xueli was too tired, so he planned to take today's breakfast and let her rest more by the way.

I have to say that Yan Xueli is very good at arranging time.

He had just slept last night and let him serve this morning.

Fan Yunmo looked sideways at the falling rain outside the window, and felt that Yan Xueli should have to rest for a day, otherwise he had been practicing in the Sifang Mountain Range, and he had to do things for him when he came back, which was still quite distressing.

Of course, she tried so hard to rule out that she wanted to surpass herself, and then suppress herself and succumb to her.

However, Fan Yunmo had confidence in himself, although Yan Xueli's cultivation speed was fast, his true strength was high!

It can cross the border to the half-step realm on the first layer of the Tianquan realm.

This kind of miraculous situation is not blown.

Under the candlelight, Yan Xueli's snow-white face was dyed crimson as if drunk, her delicate skin was covered with a trace of sweat, her eyes were confused and lazy, her lips were squirming, and she looked charming and sultry.

"No need husband-kun, I'm full, I just want to sleep a little longer."

"Huh?"

Fan Yunmo was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, rushed over in a panic, reached out and pinched her rosy little mouth, looked in, and found that it was empty, only Wen Lan exhaled.

He confirmed for a long time, but the result was still so, and he was suddenly a little anxious: "You..... You man..... "

Husband, you don't have to worry, I have a sense of proportion."

Is she measured?

When did she go too far?

Yan Xueli naturally knew what he meant, licked his lustrous lips, and reached out to pull his hand into his arms: "Husband, sleep with me for a while."

"Let me wait when I am sleepy, let me accompany me when I wake up?"

Her body was extremely soft, and when she was close to him, it was like a ball of cotton wool, soft and boneless, and I saw Yan Xueli chuckle and whispered: "Husband, are you willing to let the concubine guard the empty boudoir and hold the soft pillow, and the good man actually goes to cook?" Fan

Yunmo: "........." looked down at the clothes that had become wrinkled by her grip, helplessly supported her forehead, caressed her back, and replied: "Okay, then the lady go to sleep." When

Yan Xueli heard this, he smiled toothyly, his eyes flowed, his head rested on his chest, and he slowly fell asleep.

As for Fan Yunmo, he leaned on the head of the bed, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, and he didn't know how long it would last.