Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

In the past six months, Ye Xianer's body has felt uncomfortable three times.

It doesn't take long, it only takes about a day.

But every time, she would lock herself in the room alone and not let Wei Yang in.

Even if she recovered, she still didn't dare to let Wei Yang get close to her for several days.

Wei Yang knew in his heart that it was a sign that her poisonous body was about to attack. Ye Xianer was worried that it would poison him, so she hid.

Wei Yang also discovered that she would sometimes hide in her room and study poison secretly, not daring to let him know.

But with Wei Yang's powerful soul perception, how could he really not know?

He just pretended not to know.

He knew very well that this was the biggest secret in Ye Xianer's heart, and it was also her taboo, and it was also the deepest scar and pain, so he did not dare to push her too hard, for fear that it would be counterproductive.

Now, Wei Yang felt that he couldn't go on like this. He didn't want her to bear it alone and hoped to help her share the burden, so he decided to have a frank talk with her today.

"Xian'er, please tell me?" Wei Yang said softly.

Ye Xian'er buried her head tightly in Wei Yang's arms and sobbed softly. Her tears wet the clothes on his chest, "Oh, oh, I won't, you will dislike me."

"Believe me." Wei Yang pinched her chin gently, lifted her head up, and looked at her tearful eyes, his eyes full of pity and love, "I promise, I will never dislike you. My precious fairy."

"You hate it, who is your Xian'er baby?" Hearing this, Ye Xian'er burst into tears and laughed.

"Of course it's you, who else could it be?" Wei Yang wiped away the tears on her face, scratched her little nose, and teased her.

Ye Xian'er felt Wei Yang's tenderness, her face was full of attachment, and she was a little hesitant.

Wei Yang looked at her encouragingly.

After a while, seeing that she still seemed hesitant, he said, "You don't want to tell me that there is something wrong, because you don't trust me, and I will be sad."

"No, it's not like that." Ye Xian'er suddenly became nervous and explained in a panic: "That's not the case."

"Then you are acting like this now, doesn't it mean you don't trust me?" Wei Yang raised his eyebrows.

"I'm just afraid that you will dislike me and don't want me." Ye Xian'er said aggrievedly, tears starting to fall again.

"Then I swear." Wei Yang raised his hand.

"No!" Ye Xian'er hurriedly covered Wei Yang's mouth and grabbed his hand with the other hand, "I don't allow you to swear."

Wei Yang looked at her.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Xian'er gently stroked Wei Yang's face and said softly: "Then you have to promise not to dislike me."

"Yes, I promise." Wei Yang nodded solemnly.

Ye Xian'er gritted her teeth, then buried her head in his arms and whispered: "Take me back to the room."

"good."

Wei Yang picked her up and walked towards her boudoir with big steps, feeling that the person in his arms was light and weightless at all.

Ye Xian'er hugged his neck tightly, feeling shy and nervous at the same time. Her heart was beating like a deer, and her head was dizzy with random thoughts.

Sometimes happy and sometimes sad.

Soon, her room arrived.

Squeak~

Wei Yang opened the door and entered with her in his arms.

Ye Xian'er's room is not big. It is divided into two parts, front and back, separated by a screen in the middle.

The decoration inside is simple and simple, clean and tidy, and the overall feeling is warm.

There was also a faint pleasant smell permeating the room, which was very similar to the smell on her body. Wei Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Disgusting." Ye Xian'er's face turned redder when she saw this, and she yelled.

"Hehe." Wei Yang smiled.

"Put me down." Ye Xian'er said angrily.

"Don't let go." Wei Yang would only let go if he was stupid. He directly carried her across the screen and came to the bed.

Gently placing her on the bed, Wei Yang also sat down.

The bed was very soft, which was Wei Yang's first feeling after sitting down.

The light fragrance became stronger, the same as Xian'er's natural body fragrance.

Ye Xian'er was lying on the bed, curled up, feeling extremely nervous, and her whole body was almost tense. She bit her red lips lightly with her teeth, not daring to look at Wei Yang, and whispered: "Go and close the door first."

Wei Yang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart.

This is not good.

Xian'er is still so young.

"Why are you so dazed and still not going?" Ye Xian'er said angrily.

"Oh." Wei Yang quickly stood up, ran to close the door quickly, and then ran back quickly.

However, she found that Xian'er had taken off her embroidered shoes at some point and shrank into the bed, only revealing her cute little head with a bright red face.

"Xian'er."

Wei Yang sat down and called softly.

Xian'er raised her head slightly, her beautiful little face was full of shyness, and she looked timidly with a confused and shy look, but she didn't dare to look at Wei Yang and avoided it.

Wei Yang chuckled lightly, leaned over her half-pressed, brought his head close to her ear, and blew a breath of hot air, "What a fairy."

"Hmm~" Xian'er snorted immediately, her beautiful eyes became even more blurred, as if they were about to drip out of water.

Wei Yang tidied the messy hair on her face, caressed her little face, and said softly: "Let me see your secret, okay?"

"Yes." Ye Xian'er nodded lightly.

"Where is it?" Wei Yang asked.

"Yes, it's in the belly." Ye Xian'er gritted her teeth, turned her face to the side, and closed her eyes.

Wei Yang opened the quilt and laid her down flat.

Ye Xian'er followed his movements and cooperated obediently, but she was very nervous inside and her body was always tense.

Wei Yang gently unbuttoned her clothes.

Xian'er tilted her head and closed her eyes, letting him move.

As the clothes were lifted.

A body that was as white and delicate as jade, and although it looked immature but already quite mature, appeared in front of him.

Wei Yang's breathing suddenly became slightly heavier.

Ye Xian'er covered her eyes with her small hands and gritted her teeth. The blush on her face had spread to her neck.

Wei Yang couldn't help but licked his dry lips, and his eyes slowly moved down, feeling a little regretful and relieved at the same time, moving away from the white tube top embroidered with orchids.

Fortunately, there was that layer of tube top, otherwise, he was really afraid that he would not be able to help himself at this moment.

All the way down, his eyes finally stopped at her flat belly.

There, under the navel, there was a small colorful line, like a tattoo, which caught Wei Yang's eyes.

This colorful line, against the backdrop of the snow-white skin, seems to be glowing with light, like a living little snake, with its brilliance flowing faintly.

"Ernan poisonous body!" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and said secretly.

He leaned over and brought his head closer, and the pleasant fragrance at the end of his nose became stronger and stronger.

Wei Yang took a breath, calmed his mind, and looked at the colorful lines carefully.

He stretched out his fingers and touched it gently. The skin was very smooth, like the finest silk.

"Uh-huh~" Ye Xian'er suddenly made a slight nasal sound, which seemed to be shy and angry, and seemed to have a hint of coquettishness.

Wei Yang took a breath and looked up at Ye Xian'er. He saw that she was covering her face tightly with her hands, but there seemed to be a small gap between her fingers.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Then he gathered his thoughts and returned his gaze to her belly.

His fingers slowly slid along the colorful lines, looking at them curiously.

This is the poisonous body of disaster!

His so-called talent is nothing compared to this kind of physique.