I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

It was near the start of the Insects, and the daytime was a bit stuffy, but at night, the heat dissipated, and the wind blew, but it felt cool.

The weeping beet peaches on the street are already in full bloom, and they are piled up on the branches lively, red and bright, really beautiful.

Shen Jimo and Ji Zhuo were sitting in the lobby of the inn having dinner. There was only one wild mushroom soup on the table. There were a total of eight kinds of mushrooms in this wild mushroom soup, namely straw mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, white jade mushrooms, Pleurotus eryngii, Flammulina velutipes, Coprinus comatus, Shiitake mushrooms, Hericium erinaceus, together with minced ginger, chopped green onion and sesame oil, are extremely delicious.

While Shen Jimo was eating wild mushroom soup, he carefully peeped at Ji Zhuo.

A while ago, he had an affair with Ji Zhuo due to an accident, and afterwards, when Ji Zhuo cleaned up for him, the two fell in love again, but after that, Ji Zhuo never touched him.

He likes to have sex with Ji Zhuo, and knows that Ji Zhuo doesn't hate having sex with him, but he doesn't know how to ask Ji Zhuo.

He wondered if he was too addicted to sex/desire, and even lost the taste of the delicious wild mushroom soup in his mouth.

After barely eating a mouthful of wild mushroom soup, he put another piece of braised spring bamboo shoots in oil into his mouth. The braised spring bamboo shoots in oil were so delicious that he suddenly heard someone calling him: "Mr. Shen."

Shen Jimo looked back, but it was Zhou Jinshu, who was holding a long wooden box in his hand, which should contain the paintings he wanted.

After a while, Zhou Jinshu passed through the diners in the inn lobby, and walked up to Shen Jimo. He handed the long wooden box to Shen Jimo and said, "The painting is finished, Mr. Shen, just see if there is any Inappropriate."

Shen Jimo waved his hand, didn't look at the painting, but said with a smile: "There's nothing wrong with Mr. Zhou's painting."

After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of silver and stuffed it into Zhou Jinshu's hand, and said with a bright smile: "Mr. Zhou, I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you want to have dinner with us?"

Zhou Jinshu was interrogated for a whole day, and rushed out another painting. Before closing his eyes, he was so tired that he wanted to go back to sleep, and he didn't want to have dinner with Shen and Ji who knew his details. Then he shirked and said: "I have already eaten, so I won't bother the two young masters, I will take my leave first."

Before the words fell to the ground, he hurriedly turned and left.

As soon as he got out of the inn lobby, Zhou Jinshu tightened his grip on the ingot of silver in his hand, until he felt that his hands were knocked hard, and then he carefully hid the silver in his bosom.

Ji Zhuo glanced at Zhou Jinshu's receding back, saw his movements clearly, and said: "Then Zhou Jinshu should still be on trial these few days, how can he have the time to paint?"

Shen Jimo put the long wooden box aside, and said sadly: "He is a man who keeps his word."

Ji Zhuo took a sip of the wild mushroom soup, and then heard Shen Jimo say: "The monster has harmed him a lot, but if he didn't have resentment in his heart, why did he fall for the monster's way? I don't know if it is a monster He has more sin karma, or his own sin karma is more."

Ji Zhuo said indifferently: "No matter who has more crimes, since Zhou Jinshu has taken his life on his back, he will never be safe forever."

The two of them had nothing to say anymore. There were many diners in the inn today. After about a cup of tea, the younger brother served the remaining three dishes one after another: braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, shredded chicken and dried plums. Buckle meat.

After the two of them had finished their meal, the lobby was still bustling with activity, but the moon and stars were sparse outside.

Shen Jimo and Ji Zhuo went upstairs, their residences were only separated by a wall, when they passed the door of his own residence, Shen Jimo took a deep breath, boldly pulled some of Ji Zhuo's clothes, and whispered Said: "Master Ji, do you want to enjoy the paintings together in my room?"

Ji Zhuo stopped and turned to look at Shen Jimo. For some reason, Shen Jimo lowered his head and didn't look at him. Could it be that there is something unusual about that painting?

Ji Zhuo stared at the part of the back of his neck that had sunk into ink without saying a word, the back of the neck was half covered by the black hair, it was so white that it was eye-catching.

Shen Jimo still lowered his head, he couldn't get a response from Ji Zhuo for a long time, he felt timid in his heart, and laughed a few times in embarrassment: "Since Mr. Ji doesn't want to, forget it, it's already dark , Young Master Ji, you should rest earlier..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of the door opening "squeaked" interrupted him neatly.

He was taken aback, raised his head, looked at Ji Zhuo anxiously, and remained silent.

Ji Zhuo reached out and pulled Shen Jimo into the room, closed the door, and sat down in front of the table again.

Although Ji Zhuo had let go of Shen Jimo's hand, but that hand seemed to be scalded, and he didn't listen to it at all, and he couldn't even open the long wooden box. In the end, it was Ji Zhuo who opened the long wooden box and put the The painting was taken out and unfolded.

This painting is not an unusual thing, but a clump of green bamboos standing against a stone. This clump of green bamboos is slightly slanted under the blow of the wind, and the bright sunlight shines through the dense bamboo leaves, sprinkling mottled spots on the ground.

Zhou Jin's calligraphy and painting skills are good, this clump of green bamboos is very vivid, as if the sound of rustling bamboo accompanied by the fragrance of bamboo can't stop coming from the painting.

Ji Zhuo glanced at the bamboo demon fidgeting beside him, and praised: "This painting is really good."

Although Shen Jimo looked at the painting, he didn't put his mind on it at all. Hearing Ji Zhuo's admiration, he was afraid that Ji Zhuo would leave as soon as he finished appreciating the painting, so he simply raised his eyes to look at Ji Zhuo, and said timidly: "I······"

He only uttered one word, and Ji Zhuo's hot lips pressed against him, suppressing the rather shameful words he was about to say.

He eagerly stretched his arms around Ji Zhuo's neck, closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth and intertwined with Ji Zhuo's lips and teeth, let Ji Zhuo sweep down the long wooden box and the green bamboo picture, and let Ji Zhuo Put him on top of the table.

Ji Zhuo had already seen through Shen Jimo's thoughts, but he didn't expose it. He kissed for a moment, leaned close to Shen Jimo's earlobe and said, "Ah Mo, today I want to get into your body."

Ji Zhuo has always had little desire, even seldom self-blasphemy, but Shen Jimo's timid appearance just now easily aroused his lust/desire.

Hearing such a straightforward request, Shen Jimo blushed and said in a trembling voice: "I also want you to come into my body."

This Shen Jimo was obviously very shy, but he said such bold words, it really made people want to bully him.

Thinking like this, Ji Zhuo said lightly, "Then take off your shirt yourself."

Hearing this, Shen Jimo bit his lips slightly, looked at Ji Zhuo pitifully, and reached out to untie his clothes after all.

He had never undressed in front of others, and Ji Zhuo's eyes were too hot, so he didn't even take off his outer shirt after undressing for half a day.

Ji Zhuo was watching, but he didn't do anything, he just urged with a blank face: "Hurry up."

"Ji Zhuo, don't bully me." Shen Jimo complained aggrievedly, when he was nervous, his knuckles bumped into one place, the voice was extremely crisp.

Ji Zhuo's heart ached, he lowered his head to pick up Shen Jimo's knuckles and licked them carefully, at the same time he reached out to untie all the ties of Shen Jimo's clothes.

Shen Jimo's life is exquisite and rare, from the bone phase to the skin phase can not be increased or decreased, the skin and flesh exposed from the layers of clothes is very attractive.

Unable to resist the temptation, Ji Zhuo let go of his fingers and kissed the smooth waistline.

Ji Zhuo just pressed his lips lightly, but somehow his waist squirmed, which forced Shen Jimo to groan.

The lobby of the inn was still bustling with people's voices rushing up from downstairs, hitting Shen Jimo's ears, giving him the illusion that he was making out with Ji Zhuo under the eyes of everyone. For a moment, he was almost ashamed Passed out.

Ji Zhuo kissed Shen Jimo's naked/exposed heart, waist and abdomen all over again, Fang stretched out his hand and took off his underpants, as soon as the underpants were taken off, the hot thing jumped out, sticking happily on Ji Zhuo's cheek .

Ji Zhuo glanced at Shen Jimo, grabbed the hot object and played with it, his hand skills were not good, but the hot object was very obedient, and he spit out some white turbidity after a while.

Shen Jimo was tightly caged by the passion/desire rushing up from his lower body, and finally made a sound: "Ji Zhuo...Ji Zhuo...come in."

Ji Zhuo was handling the hot object with one hand, and poked into the narrow back with the other.

But the rear part is not as obedient as a hot object, as soon as the finger is inserted, it will be entangled, making it difficult for the finger to enter again.

Ji Zhuo said helplessly, "Ah Mo, relax."

Shen Ji nodded with the corners of his eyes red, and tried his best to stretch his lower body.

When the back was big enough to hold three fingers, Ji Zhuo sent himself in. He was afraid of hurting Shen Jimo, so he advanced and retreated. It took a long time to get all of them inside.

Ji Zhuo bent down, stared at Shen Jimo's trembling eyelashes, and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Jimo was so shy that he didn't dare to open his eyes, he just groped around Ji Zhuo's waist with his legs, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "It doesn't hurt."

Although Shen Jimo returned like this, Ji Zhuo still didn't dare to go in and out wantonly, and only moved slowly.

Following this movement, the table table made some noises and moved slightly away from its original position.

Shen Jimo was afraid that the noise of the table would startle the diners downstairs, and was about to ask Ji Zhuo to carry him to the bed, but happened to be bumped into a vital part of his body, and the words on his lips suddenly turned into a groan .

I don't know how many times he went in and out, but Ji Zhuo finally leaked out of Shen Jimo's body.

How could the sensitive rear part withstand the hot liquid hit, until Shen Jimo let out again.

Shen Jimo couldn't move at all in the aftertaste of the orgasm, and he didn't want to let go of the legs wrapped around Ji Zhuo's waist.

Ji Zhuo picked up Shen Jimo, and because of his weight, the hot object that hadn't come out penetrated deeper.

Shen Jimo has not recovered from the lingering rhyme, but he sank a little deeper, the feeling of being filled by Ji Zhuo is extremely wonderful, it should be happier than being a god.

Every inch of his skin was soaked in honey, and he had completely forgotten that the reason why he followed Ji Zhuo was to become a fairy one day.

Ji Zhuo put Shen Jimo down on the bed, and backed himself out.

As soon as Ji Zhuo retreated, Shen Jimo felt a great emptiness in his body. He looked at Ji Zhuo with bewildered eyes, and shyly said: "Ji Zhuo, again..."

At this moment, someone screamed outside: "There is a ghost!"

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The following is the fifth episode of Shen Xiaomo and Ji Zhuo's past life