Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

At that moment, Lu Zhengqiu froze completely.

The world around him was almost at a standstill, only the feelings in a square inch were infinitely magnified. Di Dongqing stood behind him, rubbing his fingertips against his skin, pressing with light and heavy force, leaving behind every inch he passed. Crispy touch.

He guessed that Holly must be standing very close, even his breath was wrapped in a slow heat, spraying on the back of his neck.

He couldn't see it, and he didn't dare to think about it, because Holly's actions were extremely simple, she just wiped his wet hair without any transgression, but the back of his neck became extremely sensitive, honestly burning.

What is seductive is not the action, but the state of mind.

He couldn't help recalling the night he spent in the tent not long ago.

He didn't want to recall the situation at that time, but the memory ignored his wishes, like bubbles in the bottom of the water, continuously popping up, constantly expanding, and soon occupied his mind, crowding his reason into no place to live.

At that time, Holly pressed against his forehead, wrapped his arms around his shoulders in his sleep, ruffled his clothes, wet his skin with sweat, and moved his lips unscrupulously on his cheeks, leaving Spotted wet marks.

Holly didn't know what happened that night, but under his caressing, she instinctively released the restlessness in her body.

However, he was more awake than any other night.

He didn't dare to think about it, because when Dongqing's desire was high, he also fell in love, as if he had been steamed by hot water, his whole body was scalding, and his breathing was short of breath.He still couldn't hold back his emotions, even took the initiative to twist his body, get close to his apprentice in the narrow bed, and put his neck to the bottom of the other's lips, so as to cater to the other's movements in sleep .

He wished that Dongqing would never know about that night, and it would be best if he even forgot about it.

However, his body was against his will, and just touching each other for a moment made him confused and unable to hold himself.

At this moment, the young man's scorching breath was continuously gushing into his neck, exactly the same as that night.

And he was the same as that time, his fingertips swelled red, like petals of dried flowers.The heat gathered from the top of the head, drilled into the marrow bone of the whole body along the spine, and even the toes hidden in the shoes curled up.

He can control the sword and the soul, but he can't control the emotion alone.

Unexpectedly, he actually yearned for his apprentice.

He could only bury his face in the towel to hide the panic on his face.

He really didn't need to hide, because there was no sound in the side courtyard, and there were no peeping birds on the branches, there were only the two of them around.

But he still wants to hide, because what he hides is not others, but himself.

In this peaceful moment, he was torn into two halves, half of which wanted to smash the shackles of time, strangle the tens of thousands of moments from now on, and stay at this moment forever. middle.Only then can he be freed from the shackles.

But the other half of him strangled the first half, because he knew that Holly was longing for tomorrow.

The shackles of time lay between them, but it was just one of many shackles.

They are like the newborn sun and the damaged cold moon, they can only remain in the sky at the same time when the dawn breaks out of time.

In the silence all around, the sound of gurgling and boiling penetrated into his ears.This gentle sound was like a morning bell, announcing that his time was about to run out.

He opened his mouth and said, "Holly, are you still frying medicine in the kitchen, won't you overcook it?"

"Ah," came an exclamation from behind, "I'll go and have a look!"

With this falling sound, the fingers that pleased and tortured him finally left the top of his head.

Dongqing walked away in a hurry, taking away the body temperature remaining behind him.

Through the window sill, Holly's intent silhouette was shrouded in the fire mist.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with the table propped up, as if he had exhausted all his energy, even breathing was exhausted.

A bowl of steaming medicinal soup was quickly served in front of him.

"It was almost overboiled," Di Dongqing said, his cheeks were reddened by the heat, his eyes wandered, revealing a bit of shame and unwillingness, "I'll cool you down before you drink."

"It's okay, just to warm up." Lu Zhengqiu picked up the medicine bowl, brought it to his mouth, and drank it slowly.

The bitter taste crossed his throat, making him resist as always.

However, a candy soon appeared in his eyes.

The candy was held in Dongqing's palm, and the latter met his questioning gaze and said, "I just went to ask the housekeeper for it."

His fingers curled up and opened again, and he picked up the small crystal particle from the other's palm and put it into his mouth.

Di Dongqing's eyes followed his movements, and when he swallowed the candy, he subconsciously licked his lips.

The young man's lips were slightly puffed up with water vapor on them, and seemed to be more rosy than usual.

Lu Zhengqiu is too familiar with his apprentices, of course he knows that Dongqing didn't have such a habit before.

So, why at this moment...

He took a deep breath, using this to cut off the vague and random wandering thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, he heard a faint groan coming from a distance.

Dongqing also heard it, and first opened her eyes wide, then frowned quickly.

The voice is hoarse and depressing, intermittent, like the gravel in the rice, making people uncomfortable.

The voice came from across the courtyard, where the captives they had brought were under house arrest.

Dongqing frowned and said, "I remember someone delivered food to Nan Yanqi just now."

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Perhaps he is also sick."

"Do people in the Demon Cult also get sick?"

"People in the Devil's Cult are also human, so why don't they get sick? I heard that the foundation of the Devil's Cult's kung fu comes from Youying, which is incompatible with the water and soil of the Central Plains. These days, he has no chance to practice his kung fu. Presumably he is sick. Bar."

Dongqing nodded slowly, but her brows were still furrowed, as if unwilling to admit the facts before her.

Moans from the other side of the wall grinded their ears.

Lu Zhengqiu asked: "Is there any medicine left for you? I'll go get him some."

Dongqing was startled, and immediately shook her head and said, "He has harmed countless people, and he deserves more than a death sentence. Why should we treat him!"

Lu Zhengqiu asked back: "Think about it, why did you bring him all the way here?"

"For..." Holly bit her lip in the middle of her sentence and stopped talking.

Lu Zhengqiu fixed his eyes, and said patiently: "You also understand that right now he needs to live well to be useful in the current situation, so even if we don't want to, we have to heal his illness, a little intolerance can lead to big schemes."

With that said, he leaned on the edge of the table and got up.

Di Dongqing stood up one step ahead, pressing down Master's shoulders with both hands.

"It's enough for me to go, you'd better have a good rest."

Lu Zhengqiu didn't have time to stop.

As if trying to avoid something, the young man hurriedly brought out a bowl of medicine with a frightened expression, and rushed out the door ahead of him.

His eyes followed the back of the green shirt, and watched it disappear at the end of the corridor, engulfed by the dry tree shadow.

The remote yard returned to silence, as if no one had ever been there.