How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 515 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (80)

  The man kissed the woman in his arms, they talked softly about the love on the bed, groaned the words that made one's ears blush, burst into soft words, and laughed again and again.

  Ke Changqing grabbed Wen Xien's hand subconsciously, pulled the person to the desk, squatted in the dark, and hid with the ornaments.

  The man opened the curtain and glanced at it, but he didn't see anyone, and he fell back into the land of gentleness.

Ke Changqing held his breath, he didn't dare to breathe, let alone move, he couldn't tell whether he was ashamed or embarrassed, he only felt that the flowers, red and willows in front of him were colorful, and his ears were buzzing, as if someone had been stuck in a bell and tapped the heavenly lid hard. .

   After a long time, he breathed a little, and after his five senses returned, he felt a warm breath lingering in his ear, like a dishonest feather, and scratched the root of his ear from time to time.

He looked back, Wen Xien was sitting by the wall, with a pair of bright eyes in the dark, fell on the bed not far away, and was observing very seriously, but there was no **** in her eyes, she was very far away from herself. Close, but not deliberately leaning, and even the posture is quite straight, a little alienated and cold.

   I don't know if his eyes were too hot, Wen Xien also turned his head to look at him, and moved his wrist, Ke Changqing realized that he was still holding the other person tightly.

   He didn't let go, just whispered: "Jingchen, close your eyes, don't look at evil, don't you understand?"

  Ke Changqing felt irritable, and he was so hot that a fine layer of sweat broke out on his body. Holding Wen Xien's hand, he couldn't help but touch it up along his delicate arm. It was very cool and moist, like a mountain spring under the moon.

   This made Ke Changqing even hotter.

  Wen Xien rolled his eyes coldly, this time his eyes were lowered slightly. In this dim vision, Wen Xien couldn't see Ke Changqing's face, and naturally he didn't see his sickly red skin.

   The woman on the bed is not a ghost, but the breath of ghosts here is the strongest, so Wen Xien can only wait and see what happens.

   Ke Changqing felt more and more dry, and he didn't know if it was because of the figure on the bed and the voice in his ear, the strange fragrance in the air, or the gentle and beautiful person beside him.

   His throat slid, and he gently squeezed Wen Xien's arm, his voice was very soft: "Jingchen, I feel uncomfortable..."

  Wen Xien frowned suspiciously, with a very serious expression on his cold face: "What's wrong?"

   Ke Changqing couldn't say anything, but his face was getting hotter and hotter, his heart was beating faster and faster, everything was messed up, everything was out of control.

  Unfortunately, before he could make it clear, Wen Xien's eyes changed, and his right hand transformed into a Taoist talisman and flew straight to the bed.

   The expression of the woman on the bed turned grim again, but quickly returned to normal.

   It turns out that the woman is not a ghost, but is possessed by a ghost, but the ghost's breath is very weak, so Wen Xien is not sure.

   After finishing the important matter, Wen Xien hadn't come to ask questions, Ke Changqing grabbed Wen Xien's hand, carefully slipped out of the bedroom through the side door, and then ran back to the original room with his legs thrown away.

  The small lantern in Ke Changqing's hand ran away, and the hem of his clothes startled the fireflies in the bushes. A few free-range rabbits and cats were also moved by the sound of their running and hid in fright.

   When passing by a rockery, Ke Changqing pushed Wen Xien into a narrow corner by surprise. He also got in, stood in front of her, and listened intently.

  The surroundings are quiet, there are not even guards on duty, everything is silent, and the bright moon hangs high.

   The sound of the heart beating is getting faster and faster, like the sudden torrential rain in Liexia, and also like the drumbeat when leading troops on an expedition.

Ke Changqing was a little taller than Wen Xien, and stared at her with his eyes down and unblinking. The roaring heartbeat and magma-like blood flow made him unable to restrain himself. He lowered his head, leaned in front of Wen Xien, and called out softly: " clean dust."

  Wen Xien raised his eyelids slightly.

   A soft and warm kiss landed on her eyes, like a dragonfly on the water. In the night, Ke Changqing's face was flushed, his palms were sweaty, his cheeks were taut, and he stared at her.

   Afraid that she would show an expression of refusal and disgust, and that she would say something hurtful.

   But Wen Xien just stood silently, not moving, as sparse and deserted as a handful of snow in the mountains, only staring at him was full of night stars.

   Is Ke Changqing in this dream him?

  Why is it so unfamiliar? Whether it's appearance, personality, or...

  Is this a childish him?

  So...what happened, why does my heart hurt so much just thinking about it?

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   Time is like this, it will be the end of the year soon.

It snowed a few times, and the temperature dropped sharply. Ke Changqing prepared luxurious and warm winter coats and furs for Wen Xien early, as well as several pieces of fine brocade fabrics. Shangyiju made a few new sets before cooling down. Clothes.

   Ke Changqing picked up a few of his own at random, but chose them carefully for Wen Xien.

   I thought the decorations of the flowers were too gaudy, and the bright colors of red and green were too flamboyant. I picked over a hundred pieces of clothes and felt that none of them matched Wen Xien.

He hesitantly touched the only white clothes, but stubbornly refused to choose. White was too deserted. Although Wen Xien looked good in her clothes, the white clothes made her even more inhumane, as if she had to leave anytime, anywhere. .

   In the end, he reluctantly chose a light blue robe, and took the white fox fur cloak, picked up Wen Xien from the bed, washed her clean, and changed her clothes in front of the bronze mirror.

   Ke Changqing seems to be particularly willing to do such small things for Wen Xien, wishing that everything would be done well for Wen Xien.

   When Wen Xien just woke up, he would feel a sense of ignorance and laziness, and his whole body from hair to toes was loose and dazed. At this time, he would call him "little confused", although Wen Xien was not willing to pay attention to him.

   In other words, Wen Xien would not pay attention to him all day long, so Ke Changqing would pay attention to each and every time, savoring every expression and every word of Wen Xien, never getting tired of it.

In the mirror, Wen Xien was being played with expressionless face, wearing a light blue robe, with scallion-like white fingers sticking out from the wide sleeves, Ke Changqing put on her a white fox fur cloak and a fluffy collar. Around her neck, she made her small face white and her eyebrows dark, and she looked like a porcelain doll.

  Ke Changqing stood behind her, looked at the two of them in the mirror, then touched Wen Xien's wrist and frowned: "Why are you thin again?"

   almost finished

   (end of this chapter)