Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

A month later.

The red feathers meandered from his chest, and he looked at himself in the mirror. His fair skin set off against it, so that the tattoo that was even painted by the fluff clearly highlighted the beauty of the snowy rose.

Wang Xiaoma pointed with his finger at the side of his left face near the chin arc, and the red pointed buds came out quietly, which was half a finger longer than a month ago.

The rounded fingertips measure a straight line from the corner of the left eye to the red pointed bud of the head.

Closer...from his eyes.

Moreover, the tattoo seems to be closely related to his body and became two individuals that are closely related to him and completely separated.

For example, the mother who gave birth to the offspring, the two lives are so close, you can clearly feel the existence of each other.

The rounded fingertip was pressed hard, and an inexplicable emotion and sharp pain came out from the feather pattern under the finger. Wang Xiaomei frowned and released his hand, biting his lower lip and looking a little ugly.

Not only is this strange, but...

Wang Xiaoma returned to the bedroom upstairs.

Since entering the room, those eyes fell involuntarily on the person sitting on the desk in the room.

At that moment, it seemed that a filter was added to his eyes, and the inexplicable light flashed under his eyes. He greedily swept across the folded legs and leaned back against the chair, holding a book in one hand, and narrowed his eyebrows.

The room is filled with bitter medicinal fragrance, which is a unique body fragrance of the other party.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoma seemed to be switched from perspective. From the perspective of a stranger, God's perspective re-acquainted with the man who was sleeping next to him every day.

His eyes rolled slowly, and something seemed to drift away from the slender, hidden power.

The other party had just finished bathing. The long silver hair was gorgeously and noblely spread. A few strands fell on the shoulders and slid into the abdomen to form a silver circle. Some strands just fell from both sides of his face. The tail was pressed Behind the back, but more often around the back of the chair to fall on the velvet carpet quickly.

Loose nightgowns can't cover those long, straight legs. If you press them up with your hands, you can feel from your knees to calves as if you won't get to the end.

Suddenly, the legs moved, and Wang Xiaoma was so hot that he blinked, feeling a little ashamed, but his eyelashes covered his pupils, and the inexplicable perspective had to stick.

Pressing the line of sight on the other person's chest, the man's figure is really good. After all, he is a martial arts person. He was also called the “first person” at that time, so it will not be as thin as Wang Xiaoma's chest.

The beautiful texture is tightly covered. Each piece of flesh contains a powerful explosive force. When it is not moving, it is full of beauty. When it bursts, it is full of wildness and powerful power!

Just like a restful silver beast, he lowered his eyebrows and slept quietly. When he shot, he would tear everything and expose the flesh and heart and the deepest secret darkness to the air...

Wang Xiaoma's throat slid, gently exhaled the breath he held, and raised his hand to hold his nose and mouth.

Yin Faxiu’s face was quiet and luxurious, with a proud beauty, from the red burning red lines of the eyebrows, to the long eyebrows and the sunken eye sockets... there was a circle of shadows that made the bridge of the nose high and straight, under the nose It is a mouth with a perfect lip shape.

It's very red, very moist, and the upper lip is thin and the lower lip is just right. When smiling at someone, it seems to bring the king's restraint.

He looked very secretly. His angle was very slow. In fact, only a few seconds later, the other party also saw him. The narrow black pupils that occupied most of his eyes looked away panicly.

Am I sick? What's wrong today?

Wang Xiaolan lowered his head and pretended to wipe his hair with a towel. In his remaining light, a pair of feet stepped on a fluffy blanket. The dark blue fluff fell down and emerged from each other's fingers, and finally stopped in front of him.

The other party leaned over, pressing his cool big hand on his back, inserting it into his wet hair, and Wang Xiaoma used to put down the towel and let him dry his hair.

Sharpened fingers passed through the black hair and combed a little.

At this time, Wang Xiaoma's nose was only a few centimeters away from the other person's neck.

The sharp collarbone and the neck that was not guarded against him, the rich bitter fragrance came out from inside.

Wang Xiaoma gritted his teeth, staring straight at it.

"What's wrong today? There has been no talk." Suddenly a low voice came from the man's head.

One sentence seemed to break something.

Wang Xiao stunned for a moment, and there was nothing in his eyes. He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes. He didn't know how he was like a devil just now.

"...It's fine, just a little sleepy."

"Fool me." He chuckled, "We don't really need sleep."

Wang Xiaoba also smiled, "I'm used to sleeping every day."

"Also, how is the pattern on you?"

"Ah... that."

Don’t tell him, don’t hurt, don’t tell him.

Wang Xiaomei smiled and touched his shoulder: "It's fine."

"Really, let me see."

"No, let's lie in the coffin for a while, and it's time to sleep."

"Alright."

A few minutes later, inside the red burial coffin, the two of them turned around and sighed silently, covering their palms with Wang Xiaomei's eyes.

"Aren't you going to sleep, why do you look at me like this?"

Wang Xiaoma blinked, his long eyelashes swept over the palm of the wind and brought a tingling itch.

"I don't know, today I just wanted to see you suddenly."

The confession made Wen Feng froze, and then the corners of his lips slowly raised a pleasant arc, and his eyes warmed up.

In fact, Wang Xiaoma almost stunned after finishing his speech. I really don’t know how he is taking the real agent today. If he usually thinks about it in his heart, Mimi will take advantage of it.

Even if he and Wenfeng both knew each other for two years, the nasty words are not very embarrassing to say, how come on the Internet or in my heart, if I encounter a real person, I will get stuck.

Wang Xiaoma asked directly: "Don't you like me to see you?"

Inner: ...What the **** am I talking about?

Wenfeng Jinwen whispered with a low voice: "Like."

Wang Xiaoba: "I like it too, I like to see you, and I like you to see me."

-Shame to burst! Why is this mouth out of control! I'm dead in the trough!

Wen Feng tried to withdraw his hand that blocked Wang Xiaomei's sight. Two pairs of pupils stared at each other tightly, half-sounding.

His half-closed eyes flowed with smiles and unidentified things, his silver-haired shawl, strange and confusing.

"So, is it what I thought?"

Weiliang's hand held Wang Xiaoma's palm and interlocked his fingers, rubbing his soft fingers.

Wang Xiaozai shook his head frantically: …is it not?

In reality, Wang Xiaoma nodded bluntly: "Yes, I want it."

...I must be evil. Wang Xiaoma wants to cry without tears.

After he finished speaking, he smiled more like a devil who wanted to enjoy dessert. "You keep rejecting me, I thought you didn't like it."

Wang Xiaoma was so scared that he had goose bumps on his back, but on the surface he was whispering and arrogant.

"It's not that I don't like it. I always have to be a little reserved. I'm not too embarrassed. I refuse you once. You can ask the second time. Do I really refuse you? I wanted to say that I like me so much every time. At the end, when I was refused once, I beat back, and huh, are you a man! Won’t you force it?! Do you not understand the simple reason of half push?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Xiaoma wished he could be killed by Wen Feng.

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand, ah, I can’t see what I’m doing! Lying trough————! Is this a human word! Want a face! Shut up!

He has discovered that he is not normal today. He just soberly looked at himself as "sipping wine crazy", and lost an old face! ! !

Wang Xiaoma wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but as a result, his hands clasped with the wind and could not be pulled apart.

So he could only stare at his eyes and smile more and more interestingly, listening to his conversation with Wenfeng.

Wen Feng laughed: "Ah~ so you think so?"

Wang Xiaoba (No! I don’t have one!): "Yeah, you have been reading those old books all the time and don’t care about me-huh, it’s not cold or you can’t get up again!"

Wen Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Can't you come back? Do you want to try it yourself?"

Wang Xiaoma (can't do it!): "Okay."

... Ah, I'm dead.

The man leaned over and shrugged his shoulders at Wang Xiaoma's head, shaking.

Wang Xiaoba felt that he had never wanted to explode in place in his life.

"Are you drinking?"

"No."

"Think of me like that?"

"Ok."

Xiao Tian's grandma nodded, "...you haven't spoken with me recently, so lonely."

As for the inner Wang Xiaoma? Hiccup already.

Wen Fengjin also felt that today's Wang Xiaobai was a bit strange. He smiled and rubbed the lines on his fingertips with the palms interlocking with the two. The tip of his nose leaned into Wang Xiaobai's neck to sniff.

In the dark, both of their eyes looked at each other and wanted to hear the wind and tell, this is not fake, this is really his brother, his sleep lamp and his little bastard.

The eyes in the darkness are still clear and clear, but the cheeks and ears seem to have a thin layer of red.

So is he really neglecting him recently?

Wen Feng bit Wang Xiaozai's lips.

However, he also found that today's brother was really honest and honest, so Wen Feng said disgustingly next to his ear: "I will satisfy you with whatever you want, what do you want? Hmm?"

The people underneath whispered an answer, Wen Feng's smile deepened on his face, and the bitter medicinal fragrance permeated.

"it is good."

He said: "Achieve what you want."

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【Drawing Harmony】

[Please see what the author has to say]

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The next morning, Wang Xiaoma's expressionless side was covered with a messy head hair. If he had a strong repairing ability, he really didn't know how he lived into the morning, and he didn't know what he had eaten yesterday. Things that are not clean will be dead to say those words to Wen Feng!

But he soon discovered something even more terrifying.

He can’t tell lies!

[The author has something to say: this thing has many side effects, but it has a lot to do with their blood