It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai tossed the noodles in the bowl twice, picked up a little bit and put it into his mouth.

"Is the taste okay?" Lu Mingxiao sat opposite, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hands, but staring at him closely. "The chef in the kitchen said that there are many kinds of egg noodles, and this is the most common one. "

"Very good." Wen Ai swallowed the noodles, smashed it with the smell of lard scrambled eggs in his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Lu Mingxiao, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"Eat." Lu Mingxiao put his chopsticks into his noodle bowl, gulped for several clips, breathed a sigh of relief, "You like it."

Wen Ai chopsticks: "You didn't cook this, right?"

Lu Mingxiao's face tightened immediately: "Yes, you... don't like it?"

"No dislike..." Seeing his reaction, Wen Ai hesitated, thinking of the rumors flying in the teachings, "You don't have to be so concerned about me, I'm not so particular as a guest. At first, it was just a small effort, you are like this. Give me back, it's time to change my head for the favor I owe you."

Lu Mingxiao clenched the chopsticks in his hand and stretched his lips into a straight line: "I'm not paying you back."

Wen Ai silently ate a few bites of scrambled eggs. After thinking about it, he always felt that no matter what Lu Mingxiao’s attitude was, he should make it clear. He put down the table and chopsticks and said with a serious expression: "Master Lu, I know that this may be a bit affectionate, but I always treat you as a friend."

Lu Mingxiao opened his eyes in a daze for a while, his eyes slowly drooping: "I see."

With this, Wen Ai estimated that the next trip down the mountain would be aborted, but after breakfast, Lu Mingxiao still took him down the mountain as promised. Zuo Hufa followed by and introduced him to the local customs, and had fun along the way. Fairly fun.

On the street, Wen Ai "clicked on the crispy pancakes". There was a quarrel in front of him. The two big men blushed with thick necks. Somehow they moved their hands and pulled the room. One of them hit Falling down a small stall on the side of the road, colorful small objects scattered all over the floor.

The suffering female stall owner dared to be angry with these two big men, and squatted down to pick up things in a hurry, looking very pitiful. Wen Ai walked over to help, Lu Mingxiao waved his hand behind him, and the accompanying disciples immediately picked it up with Wen Ai.

"That's it, the ground should be gone." Wen Ai put the last few small objects back on the wooden planks set up by the stall. The female stall owner suddenly took his hand and tied a red rope around his wrist. There was also a small silver bell hanging on it.

Wen Ai raised his head in surprise, and looked at the eyes outside the female stall owner's veil. At first glance, they felt very familiar, but at the second glance, he felt that he had just had an illusion. The girl’s eye makeup seemed to be painted on. It was smoked in the fire, and it is estimated that her mother-in-law might not recognize her.

The female stallholder pressed her right hand to her left chest and gave a thank-you gift to Wen Ai. Although she lowered her head, she was still taller than him.

Wen Ai shook the bell on his hand and said with a smile: "I thank you too."

Lu Mingxiao looked up at the sky and reminded: "Let's go back, it's time for dinner."

"Okay." Wen Ai nodded, touching his belly and walking back, "Actually, I'm not very hungry. The shortbread just now didn't look much--ah!"

Wen Ai stepped on a bead that hadn't been picked up just now, and slid his left foot forward, and he was about to sit down with his fork. Lu Mingxiao quickly grabbed his collar with his eyes and hands, so that he didn't let him perform in the street.

Wen Ai stood firmly on his heels in shock. Lu Mingxiao was about to ask him if there was anything wrong. He suddenly noticed a strong hostile sight behind him. He turned his head vigilantly. He saw nothing except the female stallholder who was burying his head in cleaning the stall.

Wen Ai ate too much snacks, and stopped his chopsticks after a few bites for dinner. He greeted Lu Mingxiao and went back to the room alone.

They came back late today. It was getting dark at the moment. Wen Ai fumbled to the table and was about to light the candle when a wind blew behind him, and then he was pulled into his arms.

Wen Ai opened his mouth and was about to shout, but the cry for help was completely muffled by one hand.

"it's me."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, Wen Ai's struggling movements paused, and his nervously hung heart instantly returned to its original position.

Seeing that he had become obedient, Zhuo Yiqing stopped covering his mouth, and pressed his ears and asked, "Do you want me?"

Wen Ai tried to break Zhuo Yiqing's hand around his waist: "Don't pinch me, it's uncomfortable!"

Zhuo Yiqing laughed lowly, her hand loosened slightly: "Is this all right?"

In the dark room, Zhuo Yiqing's voice was extremely low and sexy, Wen Ai's ears were crisp, and it took a long time to hum.

"You haven't said it yet." Zhuo Yiqing's lips brushed Wen Ai's neck intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you want me?"

Wen Ai shrank his neck and said with little confidence: "Who are you, why do you miss you?"

"Really, I think you are going crazy about it." Zhuo Yiqing suddenly kissed Wen Ai's cheek, and touched Wen Ai with her hands indiscreetly, "Little cute... baby... brother miss. is you……"

Wen Ai twisted and struggled in a panic. Although Zhuo Yiqing used to take advantage of his words from time to time, but this way of touching and touching with a real sword is absolutely unprecedented. Zhuo Yiqing is now It was like turning on some unbelievable switch, and all perverted movements greeted him.

Wen Ai rejected Zhuo Yiqing's head with his backhand: "What are you crazy dog? Let go of me!"

Zhuo Yiqing grabbed his hand without any explanation, turned him around, and kissed her pink lips.

Zhuo Yiqing kissed eagerly and enthusiastically, as if he had really experienced longing for too long. Wen Ai wanted to push his electric tongue out with his own tongue, but was entangled to death, and it was too late to escape. .

While deepening the kiss, Zhuo Yiqing put her hand into Wen Ai's clothes and rubbed it heavily. Wen Ai's legs were bent straight and trembling, and finally he whimpered and leaned softly in Zhuo Yiqing's arms.

Zhuo Yiqing was stunned that Wen Ai's mouth was swollen before she was willing to let go. Wen Ai stood firmly on the table behind him, took out the fire and lit the lamp, and saw Zhuo Yiqing's face as a slap.

"Asshole!"

Wen Ai had just been slapped and kissed. He didn't have much hand strength at all, and his voice was very soft. The slap was just like playing with a little lover.

"Furious?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled and pulled up his hand, "Let me see if it hurts."

Wen Ai wanted to withdraw his hand, but was dragged to death by Zhuo Yiqing: "Go away!"

"Don't get out." Zhuo Yiqing lowered her head and kissed the palm of his hand, "I'm right here, you can grab me back."

Wen Ai glanced at him disgustingly: "I don't need medicine man anymore."

"Then do you need Yinshalian? And, who said that I am going to be a medicine man..." Zhuo Yiqing touched his face, "Naturally, I want to be your husband. , Is it coming soon?"

The excessive amount of information shocked Wen Ai's mind. He stared at his round eyes, like a cat with its tail trampled on, unable to speak for a long time.

Zhuo Yiqing squeezed his cheeks: "Good boy, go back to Cuanyun Villa with your brother, and we will get married immediately after we go back."

Wen Ai slammed Zhuo Yiqing's hand away, and ran around the table to the other end: "I'm not going, you leave now."

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows and slowly approached him: "What if I don't leave? Are you calling someone to catch me?"

Wen Ai stepped back: "Don't think I will be soft-hearted!"

Zhuo Yiqing stopped and stared at him with a faint smile for a while, suddenly raised her hand, and Wen Ai was directly sucked into his arms.

Zhuo Yiqing pressed Wen Ai's disobedient hand to his back, with a grinning smile: "Then you call, call Lu Mingxiao to save you, he is good to you, the wife of the leader, you call him to come and kill me. He must be happy to take the knife himself."

Wen Ai was terrified by him: "You, what are you talking about... Don't laugh like that, I'm afraid..."

"I have dozens of times." Zhuo Yiqing said seriously, "If you don't call, I'll call for you. Ten, nine, eight..."

Wen Ai was anxious: "What's wrong with you, you will start to suffer when you resume martial arts!"

"...Three, two, one." Zhuo Yiqing opened her mouth and really planned to call someone. Wen Ai blocked his voice with his hand: "No noise!"

Zhuo Yiqing's eyes overflowed with a smile, took away his hand, and kissed the back of his hand with the opportunity: "My baby, sleep, we will be home."

With a numbness in the back of his neck, Wen Ai lost consciousness.

When he woke up, Wen Ai found himself on a big bed. What was bad was that Zhuo Yiqing was lying beside him, and what was worse was that he smelled his own Dikun incense.

"Finally awake." Zhuo Yiqing rolled over and pressed on, took a deep breath between his neck, "Baby, you smell so sweet, so I want to lick you all over."

Wen Ai pushed him weakly: "Where is this?"

Zhuo Yiqing slowly unzipped his clothes: "Cuanyun Villa, my bedroom, our new house in the future."

From the Western Regions to the Cirrus Cloud Villa, it would take one month at the earliest, and for a whole month without taking Shunsan, and coupled with the approaching affair period, Wen Ai understood his situation at this time.

Zhuo Yiqing quickly stripped Wen Ai off, kissed and licked, and touched all over her body.

Wen Ai was in a period when his body would feel weak when touched, and he had no resistance at all to Zhuo Yiqing's invasion.

Zhuo Yiqing was doing foreplay meticulously with her head buried, but when she touched Wen Ai's face, she got wet. He raised his head, and Wen Ai lay there motionless, crying helplessly, and wet his beautiful face.

Zhuo Yiqing stopped and stared at Wen Ai for a long time: "You really don't want to?"

"I never said I would..." Wen Ai's nose was red from crying, and he looked cuter than usual.

Zhuo Yiqing pursed the corners of her lips: "Don't you like me a little bit? When you were in the Hidden Immortal Valley, didn't you ever bother me?"

"Woo..." Wen Ai cried and blinked, before blinking a string of crystal tears, "Is there anything I like about you, asshole..."

Zhuo Yiqing no longer smiled on his face, he lifted Wen Ai's slippery chin and let him look at himself: "Is he really disliked it or is he stunned with me?"

Wen Ai was very aggrieved. This person disappeared for so long. As soon as he appeared, he rushed to sleep with him. Wen Ai became more and more angry, and his voice became louder: "I don't like it or not! I don't want to be like you Shocked!"

Before finishing speaking, Zhuo Yiqing turned Wen Ai over. Wen Ai panicked and waved his hands to resist: "I don't want it! Don't touch me!"

Zhuo Yiqing pressed his hand, pulled out his hair to reveal the white and tender back of his neck, and bit his scent gland in one bite.

An unspeakable pleasure invaded Wen Ai, and he felt that Zhuo Yiqing's breath filled his whole person, every blood vessel, every cell, inside and out, was filled with the taste of Zhuo Yiqing.

Zhuo Yiqing didn't make a bond with him, but only helped him temporarily suppress the turbulent emotions in his body. Wen Ai breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and floated up and down in the aftermath of pleasure. When he was fully awake, Zhuo Yiqing was already Not in the room.