after ghost king retired

Jiu Tun was writing and complaining in the room, and Ibaraki was sitting at the door leaning against the door frame and looking at him.

From Ibaraki's point of view, Shuten's back is facing him, soft and smooth red hair hangs down and covers the entire back, and the tail of the hair even drags on the tatami, and two pointed ears can be seen coming from both sides. The red hair protruding from the side is so white that it is almost transparent, and it contrasts with the fiery red hair to create a gorgeous beauty.

Jiu Tun's sitting posture has never been upright. Even when he is writing a letter at this time, he is leaning forward cross-legged, propping his face on the table with one hand, and writing with the brush in the other hand. Very lazy and casual.

Ibaraki stared at his waist wrapped under the loose bathrobe, and suddenly remembered the scene of tearing off his clothes when he had a showdown with him that day.

The waist of my best friend is also very beautiful - Ibaraki thought silently, pinched his itchy nose, not only did not look back, but also looked down Shuten's waist, staring at his butt.

Sitting cross-legged squeezed the buttocks, making the plump and round flesh puff up, Ibaraki stared at it and unconsciously rubbed his fingers.

Perhaps feeling the fiery gaze behind him, Jiu Tun sat up straight, and threw back a wine gourd beside him, "Go down the mountain to buy wine for my uncle."

"Yes!" Ibaraki took the wine gourd and stood up energetically, ready to go out.

After he walked down the corridor, Jiu Tun temporarily put down his pen and looked back.

The back of the young man was walking on the small path in the courtyard, full of vigor and vitality, the fluffy snow-white curly hair had grown to the back of the shoulders, fluffy, and looked a bit soft.

Soft cute?Jiu Tun withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, thinking that his brain is broken, this guy is still soft and cute?She was terribly fierce when she tore his clothes.

Shaking his head, Jiu Tun folded the letter, put it in a small cloth bag, and summoned a little demon sparrow to deliver the letter to him.

Ibaraki's journey was quite fast, and he came back with wine before dinner, and he happened to give the wine he bought to Shuten for dinner.

After dinner, they went back to their rooms.

Jiu Tun took a jerky bath, and went back to his room to sleep when he was satisfied with drinking in the hot spring.

He yawned and closed the door, and just sat down on the mattress to rest, when suddenly the quilt next to him was thrown off, and Ibaraki, who had been hiding on the bed for an unknown amount of time, rolled over and fell into Jiu Tun's arms, hooking him with his arms shoulders, bright eyes.

"Best friend! Let's sleep together!"

"Sleep!" Jiu Tun grabbed his cheeks and squeezed his face into a ball, "Go down! Go back to your own room!"

"No!" The adolescent boy is always enthusiastic and stubborn, he insists on kneeling between Jiu Tun's legs and clings to him tightly, pressing Jiu Tun back so that he has to support him with one hand.

After swallowing the wine and wasting his tongue, he directly pressed Ibaraki's face and pushed him away.

But Ibaraki refused to go down desperately, sticking to Jiu Tun's body like a brown candy that couldn't be shaken off, the two tugged and wrestled on the bed.

In the corner of the room, a completely ignored ghost gourd floated up unsteadily, pushed the door open with difficulty, and floated away unsteadily again.

In another room, the little deer man had already turned off the lights and went to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep yet, lying in his large basket, hugging the doll Si/Chun.

Around his neck was a new antler pendant, tucked into his coat.The white and small chin rested on the doll, and the green almond eyes were dazed.

The appearance of the demon luthier pursing his lips and smiling slightly appeared in his mind. Such a shallow smile looks like ice and snow that is about to melt in the early spring sun, with a soft light, even if there is still a cold coolness, it is enough addictive.

"It's really...why is it so beautiful!!!" The little deer man blushed and stuck his head on the soft doll, holding the doll and twisting his body from side to side vigorously, shaking the big willow and rattan basket from side to side .

"Boom—" suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the basket was shaken over. The little deer man groaned, was thrown upside down by the basket, struggled rustlingly, struggled to lift his deer's nest away, and rubbed it. The back of the head crawled out.

He supported the big basket to straighten it, and heard a soft rustling sound from the door, and then saw a huge ghost gourd come in from the door.

"Huh? Gourd?" The little deer man shook his tail, and spread the blankets back into the nest one by one, "Is brother being entangled by Ibaraki again?"

The ghost gourd man sighed like a human, exhaled a small ball of flame, and quickly swallowed it back. Very sadly, he found his usual nesting place and pulled the small quilt to sleep.

The little deer man rearranged the deer nest, stepped in and settled down comfortably, covered himself with a blanket, and said, "Good night~"

The ghost gourd made a hiccup-like sound, which was a response, and soon the room became quiet, and the deer and the gourd gradually fell asleep.

In the master bedroom, the two wrestling people have separated.

Shuten stood by the bed without saying a word, and Ibaraki, who was lying on the bed, clutched his crotch and curled up like a shrimp, his face hurting in pain.

It really hurts.

Shuten, who accidentally stepped on Ibaraki's egg, was also a little guilty. He looked down at Ibaraki who endured the pain and kept silent, and said in a vicious voice, "You deserve it! I told you to go back a long time ago!"

It took a long time for Ibaraki to recover, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts...my friend, help me see if I've been trampled..."

Jiu Tun sneered, raised his foot and stepped lightly on his leg, "Do you want me to kick you again?"

The boy Ibaraki immediately stopped, lying weakly on the bed and pretending to be dead.

Knowing that tonight I will definitely not be able to get rid of this sticky spirit, I will swallow the wine and say nothing, I took a new set of bedding from the cabinet, laid it down, lay down to sleep, and did not forget to warn: "Don't get close to me, or I will beat you up!" Throw out the broken leg!"

Ibaraki lay on the pillow and looked at Shuten who was almost against the wall, and nodded obediently.