Incurable

The cool breeze in the morning, with the sweetness of vegetation. Mu Wan's ears were soft and he looked up at the man. He was also looking at her, the same as before, and different from the past.

It turns out that the two love each other, even the other person's eyes are sweet when they look at you.

Mu Wan grabbed Liu Qianxiu's Taoist robe, with some cold air on her hands, her breathing in her throat became hot, and she leaned towards his lips on her tiptoes.

"Then I want to kiss..."

Before she kissed her, Liu Qianxiu looked up and pressed her head in his arms. The ear pressed against his chest, his heart beating, the man's voice seemed to be coming through a conch shell, and the echo made her numb.

"Qing Chan is here."

Mu Wan hugged his strong waist with both hands, his face was so hot, but he laughed lowly.

Qing Chan was afraid that Mu Wan could not find Sister Qianxiu, so he hurriedly followed after putting down his broom, but his short legs walked slowly, and when he came over, he saw that Sister Qianxiu had already held Sister Mu Wan in his arms again. in.

Junior Brother Qianxiu looked calm, and seemed to be used to this situation. Also, it happened once last night. It can be seen that Sister Mu Wan is often held by Junior Brother Qianxiu like this.

Xiaodaotong stood still, his cloth shoes were stained with mud, small and cute, and asked, "Is my sister uncomfortable again?"

The woman in her arms chuckled and bit his shoulder. The little teeth bite gently, soft and itchy. Liu Qianxiu's Adam's apple moved slightly, looking down at Qing Chan, and said, "No, I just want me to hold it."

The teeth on the shoulders bite harder.

The world of Qing Chan is too small, and I don't understand why Sister Muwan likes to stick to the younger brother Qianxiu at such an old age. After all, he thinks that only children like him are clinging to others and need adults to coax them to sleep.

But since it was all right, Qing Chan was relieved and raised his head to practice Taoism to Liu Qian, "Junior Brother, I'm hungry."

Qing Chan returned to Taoist temple first, and his footsteps were getting farther, Mu Wan got up from Liu Qianxiu's arms. Looking back at Qing Chan, the little guy's back has disappeared, Mu Wan turned back and looked up at Liu Qianxiu. His face is red, but his mouth is still very hard.

"Not only do I want you to hold me, but I also want you to kiss..."

Before she finished speaking, the man held her cheek with both hands, his palms were dry and cool, Mu Wan red lips slightly opened, watching the man lower his head and kiss.

Her mouth is not hard at all, it is soft and hot, like a ripe peach, with a pink heart, sweet and juicy.

After the kiss, Mu Wan was a little unstoppable, Liu Qianxiu looked down at her, his eyes deep. He looked at the corners of her water-filled eyes, and her lips that had not yet closed, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"What else do you think?"

It was as if consciousness had pulled away from her body, her whole body numb, Mu Wan couldn't feel any other sensations in her body, and there was the temperature of the corners of the man's lips on her lips. She looked up at him, her throat and hair were dry, and finally, she said with a trembling voice.

"I want to have breakfast."

With his eyes raised slightly, Liu Qianxiu looked at her calmly, his deep eyes gradually cleared, he hummed softly in his throat, stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, holding her hand.

With ten fingers crossed, fingers folded, the man said as he walked, "Well, what do you want to eat?"

In the end, the sun did not jump out of the skyline, and the dark clouds woven finely, and when the sky was too heavy to hold it, it turned into raindrops and fell.

In August, autumn is about to begin, and the rain is not as fierce as July. The fine raindrops fell like a crystal curtain from the dark sky to the ground, washing all the stone slabs in the yard clean.

The censer in the center of the yard was gone, the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain was not blocked, and the wind blew in. It was cool and refreshing with wet rain.

Mu Wan was sitting on the futon, holding a book in one hand and supporting his cheek in the other, looking out. Opposite her sat Liu Qianxiu, next to Liu Qianxiu sat Qing Chan, three of them, one at the corner of the table.

After eating breakfast, before Mu Wan had time to talk to Liu Qianxiu, Qing Chan urged Master Qianxiu to come to the main hall for morning class. The brother is not literate, but fortunately he is steady. He likes to listen to the allusions in "The Art of War" most. Speaking back and forth, Mu Wan had memorized all thirty-six strategies.

Their senior brothers attend morning class, and she also took a novel to join in the fun. The sweet and greasy Su Chongwen, the hero and the heroine are connected with each other, and the interaction is sweet.

Look at Liu Qianxiu again, his brows are light, his expression is cold, he looks down at the book in his hand, wearing a plain robe, looks like a gentleman. She was sitting across from him, but he didn't even hear.

In the morning, he also said that he would give what she wanted, and he wanted what she wanted... Now Daochang Liu has nothing to do with these two sentences.

Mu Wan retracted his gaze and glanced at Qing Chan. Xiao Dao Tong put his cheeks in his hands, listening to the narration of Junior Brother Qianxiu, with gusto and expression.

Turning a page of the novel in his hand, Mu Wan looked down, the tips of his eyes slightly raised. From the time she sat down, she had bare feet, and she had just crossed her legs, her feet still could not detect the temperature. As soon as I took it out of my leg, I felt a bit cold in the air.

She remained silent, her legs stretched out, her toes tentatively, and finally, she touched a place with warmth.

"Here's talking about..." The voice of the opposite lecture suddenly stopped.

Mu Wan lowered his head, his lips twitched slightly, and his toes scratched his knees twice. Bai Shengsheng's toes, painted with red codan, are cute and charming.

"What then? Junior brother, what then?" Qing Chan didn't notice, looking at Liu Qianxiu eagerly with a small face, urging.

Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and the corners of the woman's lips raised slightly, lowering his eyes to read the book, his expression unchanged. At the same time, the toes moved twice, lightly and itchy.

"Then..." Liu Qianxiu retracted his gaze, put it on the book and continued to talk. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grasped the two not-so-faithful feet on his leg.

The man's palm was dry and slightly hot, and he didn't hold her with much strength, but he seemed to hold her life gate at once. A tingling sensation rushed from the soles of his feet to the tips of his heart, and Mu Wan's heart trembled. He raised his head anxiously, and couldn't help but yell softly.

"Hey."

She didn't break free, the eyes of the two senior brothers were all on her body, Mu Wan's whole body became hot, meeting Liu Qianxiu's eyes, and frowning. She twitched her foot and motioned him to let go with her eyes.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Qing Chan asked with concern.

"I..." Mu Wan put his hands on the short table, trying to keep her body balanced, her face was hot and she was sweating, looking at Liu Qianxiu and said, "I want..."

"She has cold feet." Liu Qianxiu said lightly.

Mu Wan struggled, and the man's hand on her foot changed its position. The soles of the feet were originally cold, because the palms of the man's hands gradually became hot.

He is warming her feet.

The corners of Mu Wan's lips couldn't restrain the ground from rising.

"Ah? Would you like to change your shoes..." Qing Chan said, and his little head drilled a little bit shorter, ready to look.

Before drilling down, Liu Qianxiu straightened his body with his hands. Liu Qianxiu looked down at the book and said to Qing Chan Dao, "No, it's hot now."

Is this hot in the blink of an eye? Qing Chan didn't believe it, he looked back at Mu Wan. Mu Wan looked at the clear eyes of the little boy, and the temperature of the soles of her feet spread all over her body, making her faintly agitated.

"Yeah. It's hot." Mu Wan lowered his head to read the book, his voice was sweet and muted.

"That's good." Qing Chan was relieved and continued to listen to the class.

Sandalwood incense bursts in the main hall, and the white smoke of the incense burner lingers in front of the enshrined deity, with a sense of sacred and ethereal. Mu Wan raised his eyes to look at Liu Qianxiu, he was still talking to Qing Chan, his expression still quiet and peaceful. Mu Wan's heart moved slightly, and he lowered his head and laughed.

The man and woman in the book interacted closely with each other, and it was sweet, but the sweetness of other people's love was not as good as she could feel now.

It rained all day, and they also spent the whole day like this. Breakfast, morning class, lunch, refreshment, dinner, refreshment... It was boring, but Mu Wan found a lot of fun.

Liu Qianxiu was still cold and abstinent. His performance was the same as usual, but he was a little more suspicious than usual. A word and a movement made Mu Wan's heart tremble.

After dinner, the Qing Zen biological clock rang, listening to the rain and the story, and soon fell asleep on the table. After a day of rain, it gradually stopped. There was a ticking rain on the window edge, and in the Taoist temple of sandalwood bursts, there was a long silence.

Liu Qianxiu got up holding Qing Chan. Qing Chan did not sleep deeply, and after being hugged, he woke up. Seeing Liu Qianxiu, his little furry head rubbed twice in his arms, and he called out Junior Brother.

"I'm going to coax him to sleep." Liu Qianxiu lowered his head and said to Mu Wan.

The light of the Taoist temple is light orange. In the rainy night, the man in the Taoist robe is holding the little Taoist boy in the Taoist robe. The picture is cut by the light, with a heavy film filter feeling, lonely and advanced.

"Okay." Mu Wan nodded and looked up and watched the two leave.

It is not easy to put Qing Chan to sleep. This is the experience that Mu Wan summed up today. Although the allusion was interesting, Mu Wan watched both of them fall asleep after hearing it, but Qing Chan still had piercing eyes and full of energy.

She was right. After a quarter of an hour, after turning a few pages of the book in her hand, Liu Qianxiu still did not come back. Mu Wan's feet had been retracted, and he sat cross-legged to keep warm. But his own temperature is not as hot as a man's. When I touch him, my body is cool and dry, but when I warm her up, it is warm.

There was still a man's temperature and delicate touch on his feet, Mu Wan's heart was itchy, and his face gradually turned color.

How does he feel? Will it be the same as her?

She boasted that she was not thin-skinned, but she was a little innocent when she came to the field of love between men and women that she had never involved. Mu Wan pinched the corner of the book with her fingers, and her fingertips were pink.

After waiting another quarter of an hour, the door of the side hall opened, and Liu Qianxiu walked out and saw Mu Wan who was waiting for him in the main hall. She put her arms on the short table and looked forward. After seeing him, her little head lifted up from the short table, her eyes clear.

It is false to say that it is not a heartbeat, Liu Qian muffled his eyebrows slightly, got up and walked to the main hall.

"Is he asleep?" Mu Wan asked, looking up at Liu Qianxiu.

"Yeah." Liu Qianxiu walked to the side and sat down, the woman at hand did not stretch her leg over.

He raised his eyes, and the woman opposite lay on the short table again, like a soft and boneless snake monster, slender and slender. She raised her eyes to look at him, her voice soft, with a hint of sweetness.

"I'm sleepy too," she said, yawning slightly, her eyes gleaming with mist.

Without putting down the book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes to look at her and said, "Go to sleep."

The woman's eyelids drooped slightly, and she hummed twice, and her slender fingers gently touched the corner of the book in his hand, her voice soft and gentle.

"I want you to coax you to sleep."

Her words had an ending, like white smoke from an incense burner, Liu Qianxiu's eyes moved slightly. She looked up at him, waiting for his answer, and opened her eyes, which had been squinted because of sleepiness.

A pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, clearly clear and bright, but with some indescribable charm inside.

"Good." Liu Qianxiu agreed.

Mu Wan laughed, she straightened up from the short table, just about to get up, and Liu Qianxiu had already walked to her side and hugged her sideways.

Mu Wan said "Oh" and looked at him incredulously, his heartbeat speeding up. The man looked down at her, his lips pressed slightly, his voice was better than the sound of rain.

"It's about to start coaxing now."

Being hugged to go out, Mu Wan's face was drizzled, as if it had started to fall again. She raised her head and looked at the sky, the night sky washed by rain, without a hint of starlight, was even darker and purer.

Mu Wan hugged Liu Qianxiu's neck with both hands, leaned on his chest, and laughed sweetly.

The side hall where Mu was staying did not turn on the lights. As soon as the door opened, some of the light from the main hall was leaked at the door, so that the black light of the side hall was transilluminated so that the shadows of the people could be clearly seen.

This is his room. He is familiar with the road. After finding the bed, he put Mu Wan in it. Putting down Mu Wan, Liu Qianxiu wanted to let go. At this moment, Mu Wan's hands that hooked his neck increased their strength and hugged him.

The eyes of the two met and flowed in the night, like a layer of thin and short sparks from flint and steel. In an instant, the dim night became ambiguous.

She hugged him, and he looked at her, the air was like a tight cloth, and any small movement could tear it apart.

His eyes fell lightly, and Liu Qianxiu's tone remained motionless.

"I should be going."

"Why?" He is hard, she is soft, she tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, quietly, "Why are you leaving?"

The man's eyesight tightened.

Mu Wan didn't let go. She hugged him with a voice like fluffy claws, which seemed soft, but sharp.

"Liu Qianxiu, I want desire, will you give it to me?"

As soon as her voice fell, the dark night sky split a bolt of lightning. He wore a Taoist robe, like an immortal who was warned by the heavens before the rebellion, abstinence and cold, seductive and admired.

The man's Adam's apple moved slightly.

The author has something to say: Liu Daochang: Naturally it is for it.