Kuai Chuan is not a person

When Chu Lan succeeded the Demon King as an adult, something happened.

The little Yao Lianxiao, who was entrusted by his mother to take care of him, who was also his childhood sweetheart's younger brother, disappeared in Qingfeng Mountain and has never been seen since. He suspected Wenxi, so he changed his identity and became Wenxi's disciple. There are seven years.

Wen Xi is extremely suspicious and cautious in doing things. The Fufeng Sect has a deep foundation. Although Chu Lan is not weaker than Wen Xi, he has no choice but to temporarily restrain his edge and be a gentle and elegant disciple of the Fufeng Sect. Seven years are just a blink of an eye for him. Desire is also used to it.

But now...he's hard.

Chu Lan turned out the Qingxin Jue that was thrown into the corner after Wen Xi gave it to her, held down the troubled hand of Mimosa in her arms, and quickly began to recite silently.

Although his mimosa is terribly cute, taking advantage of the grass's danger at this time is really not as good as a beast.

He took out a large wooden barrel from the Qiankun bag, squeezed a trick to fill it with clean water, then looked at the mimosa in his arms, and reached out to untie his clothes, but felt that he was too hot to bear.

Chu Lan tore off the hair band from Mimosa's head and tied it on her eyes, then undressed Mimosa while blindfolded, and took off his clothes quickly regardless of whether he touched a place that shouldn't be touched in the chaos, and then carefully placed in a wooden barrel.

Throw a plant of grass into the tub.

It should...not be drowned.

It was the first time that Chu Lan, who was filling the grass with wine, had such worries.

Of course Wen Xi was not drowned, he was panting and lying on the edge of the bathtub, the aura in the clear water flowed into his body along with the veins of the mimosa leaves, and slowly entered the meridians of the whole body, he circulated the aura according to the memory of Wen Xi in his brain , the aggressive drug in the blood was gradually excreted from the body, and the scalding body temperature slowly returned to normal.

Chu Lan felt that the grass in the bathtub gradually calmed down, so she took out her soft and large cloak to wrap him in it, before she dared to untie the hairband that covered her eyes.He made an invisibility formula and rushed to the residence prepared for him by Lingxi Pavilion, and then stuffed the whole mimosa into the quilt on the bed.

The young man was obediently wrapped in the quilt, and fell asleep with his eyes closed. Perhaps he had been tossed for a long time, his face was abnormally pale, and there was still a blush on his cheeks, which made him feel alive.His eyelashes were very long, still stained with drops of water, laying softly on his fair skin, motionless.

Chu Lan was afraid that something might happen again in the middle of the night. As a good host, he looked at the boy on the bed for a while, then walked to the other side of the room, preparing to rest on the bed next to him for the night, guarding his mimosa.

The sleeve was caught suddenly, Chu Lan looked back, and the boy who was still asleep stretched out a hand and pulled the corner of his sleeve. He opened his mouth slightly and was sleeping, but he could still hold it tightly. Grab yourself by the sleeve.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he sat on the edge of the bed, finally couldn't help it, and gently brushed away the black hair blown on the young man's cheeks.

Wen Xi was awakened by the sweet aroma of food. He opened his eyes and felt himself wrapped in a silky quilt, rolling away comfortably. The memory of last night gradually emerged in his mind, and Little Mimosa blushed a little. He burrowed into the quilt and called out the system 233 in his brain to ask about his situation after he fell asleep in the bathtub last night.

When Chu Lan came in with clear porridge, Wen Xi had already put on her clothes with a blushing face. Fortunately, Wen Xi always only prepared some ordinary white shirts. In a hurry yesterday, Chu Lan didn't notice the familiarity of the fabrics of those white shirts. , I just thought it was a simple white dress that my own mimosa transformed into to cover my body, but I forgot to take it away afterwards, and was quietly dealt with by system 233.

When Wen Xi woke up, he found a set of dark and elegant light green robes on the bedside. The ties, girdles, and wide sleeves were all delicate and cumbersome. The sleeves of the windbreaker are fluttering. Chu Lan may wear it in a fairy style, but he looks like a young man of a family when he wears it on the young Wenxi. The size of the clothes is basically suitable, and it should be written by Lingxi Pavilion.

Chu Lan put the warm porridge on the yellow rosewood table, turned around and saw her own Mimosa looking at him stupidly, walked quickly to Mimosa's side with a half-smile, and rubbed his head: " Wake up and have breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and asked with a slight frown, "Can you...can you eat these?"

But seeing the young man in green swallow his saliva, the excitement and longing in his eyes are like a wolf that has been hungry for hundreds of years: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Just as Wen Xi was about to run to the wooden table, his waist was suddenly pulled by a force. In a blink of an eye, it was Chu Lan who reached out and grabbed his belt.

Mimosa was shy by nature, a blush appeared on his fair cheeks, and he stammered: "You..."

"Your belt is reversed." Chu Lan's low voice was close to his ears, like ten thousand streams pouring into the river and sea at the same time, flowing surgingly in every vein of his blood.

Chu Lan stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and the two embraced each other with a short distance, ambiguous but unfamiliar, Chu Lansu's legs-weaking laughter sounded in Wenxi's ears, and then he felt The girdle was turned around, and even the hands with sharp knuckles rubbed against his waist, and accidentally poked the most sensitive part of Mimosa's body... the waist.

Wen Xi closed as quickly as the leaves of the mimosa, his legs went limp, and he fell into Chu Lan's arms, a wilted mimosa limp, motionless, ready to be kneaded.

Wen Xi has a secret.

He has been the head of the Fufeng Sect for so many years, and he never gets close to women, does not have intimate contact with others, and does not want to be served by servants, the reason is... he cannot change his nature of being unable to move his legs when he is touched in the waist.

Chu Lan poked his little fat face: "Xiao Hong, get up quickly, don't act like a baby with the master."

Wen Xi reluctantly stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, raised his chin slightly, and retorted: "I'm not called Xiaohong, you...you can call me Liushang."

Chu Lan was very obedient and said: "Okay, Liu Shang, the master has taken care of you all night and even brought you tea and water. How can you thank me?"

Wen Xi wrinkled his nose, but heard Chu Lan continue to say: "Call me master, or kiss me, you choose one."

Wen Xi trotted to the wooden table, bit a meat bun, shook his head and replied, "I don't choose either."

Chu Lan casually came over and sat beside him: "That's fine, then I'll write it down, you owe me a kiss today, and you will have to repay the debt twice in the future."

What the hell overlord treaty.

Wen Xi made a face at him, and owed him what he owed, anyway, he didn't do it anyway, and ran off to the next world after completing the task, it didn't matter if he owed 1 relatives.

The author has something to say: Wenxi many years later: I am so naive QAQ