Folding fan

Thinking of this, the folding fan turned and walked towards the city.

In less than a stick of incense, the folding fan walked to the painting booth, looked at the person who was serious about painting, and called out in a good-tempered manner, "Ink and wash."

Shui Mo asked without raising his head, "Why did the folding fan come from?"

"Did you do anything unnecessary yesterday?" Folding Fan asked coldly.Ink and wash are usually respected by others, and only when they are guilty will they dare not even look at them.

"Never."

Unexpectedly, Shui Mo would refuse to admit it, the folding fan was stunned, and his tone was a little dissatisfied: "I don't need you to meddle in my affairs."

Shui Mo didn't answer, but the smooth lines on the paper suddenly broke.

After looking at the folding fan for a while, it is estimated that what happened in the morning will not happen again.If Shui Mo intervenes again, it will violate the law of goblins, and if the time comes to do it himself, the shopkeeper will have nothing to say.Thinking like this, the depression of being controlled by others disappeared, and the folding fan suddenly felt better.Thinking of the person he had just met, Folding Fan couldn't help quickening his pace.

Zizhong has already laid out the chessboard.

Walking to the Xianren Pavilion without hindrance, he saw a person sitting there with a chess set in front of him from a distance.

Eyebrows curved, folding fan shouted: "Zi Zhong."

"Folding fan."

Seeing Song He immediately stand up and walk towards him, the folding fan stopped him, "Wait for me there." As he spoke, his feet didn't speed up, but he suddenly came to Song He's side.

The young man with delicate and gentle eyes looked at his partner lingering in the shadows, and smiled slyly with his eyes bent, "Zi Zhong, you have to wager when you play chess with me."

"It's all right." Song He secretly glanced at the young man, pretended to look at the scenery, and said indifferently.He just wanted to spend a little longer with his folding fan.

"So... how about repeating what we did this morning?"

Young Master Song, who was looking at the scenery, suddenly turned his head to look at the bold young man at the exit, "What happened in the morning?"

"Well, if Zizhong wins." Folding Fan snickered, pretending he didn't notice anything, and said sternly.

"According to your."

Before the words fell, the two walked towards the chessboard by coincidence and sat opposite each other.

"Please." Song He politely said with a white piece in his hand.

The folding fan simply fell down.

Song He followed.

The orange-red sunlight hits the willow twigs, and shines on the chessboard covered with black and white jade stones.Folding Fan looked at the chessboard where there was nowhere to put it, put the sunspots back into the chess box, cupped his hands and said: "Zizhong has good chess skills, Folding Fan is willing to bow down."

Song He also put down the chess pieces in his hand, and replied modestly: "The folding fan is absurd, but the folding fan is hiding its clumsiness."

Folding Fan winked at Song He, "Does Zizhong want to bet?"

With confidence in his mind, Song He suppressed the throbbing in his heart and said with a smile: "The folding fan will definitely not break its promise."

"That kid should listen to me slowly."

"Zizhong already found out, right? I'm not human."

Song He was startled, but looked at the folding fan dotingly, and didn't speak.

"Zizhong, don't look at me like this again, I won't be able to bear it." Folding Fan stretched out his hand, and pressed his fingertips on Song He's light-colored lips, implying strongly.

Song He's eyes deepened a lot, but he nodded and averted his gaze.

"I am the 'folding fan', does Zizhong still remember the first time he saw me and fell into a dream?"

Song He nodded.

"I did it on purpose. Because I... the first time I saw Zizhong, I fell in love with Zizhong." Folding Fan

He kept staring at Song He while talking, and it was no surprise that Young Master Song's ears were red.The folding fan was in a very happy mood, and explained more clearly, "At that time, I deliberately let Zizhong fall into a dream, in order to strengthen the sympathy between me and Zizhong... What happened later is as if Zizhong knew it."

Speaking of this, the folding fan paused, took a sip of tea and continued, "Speaking of which, I didn't expect He Zizhong to be born this way."

Smiling in disbelief, the folding fan pulled Song He's hand to hold it, and gently kissed Song He's fingertips, "I didn't expect Zizhong to be so likable."

The folding fan glanced at Song He inadvertently, and as expected, his ears were already red from tip to ear.He became more and more happy, smelling the good smell on Song He, and the folding fan showed a ruffian smile, "I wonder if Zizhong can smell the smell on the folding fan?"

Song He withdrew his hand abruptly like an electric shock, and sat there blankly for a long time.When the heat on his face was finally blown away by the wind and his brain cleared up a bit, he realized that the other party was still waiting for his answer, so he nodded quickly, "Yes. It smells good."

After speaking, Song He's face turned red with lightning speed, and Song He suddenly realized what he said.It's just...it's just...molesting!

"Zi Zhong." Folding Fan looked very happily, sat beside Song He, took his hand, crossed his fingers, and moved towards Song He lightly.

Song He was so flustered that he didn't know what to do, but... his heart was broken. He had already announced at noon that he would marry his folding fan in the near future.Thinking like this, Song He finally calmed down, but his heart was thumping about his master's joy.Song He didn't pull away the left hand held by the folding fan, he just stretched out his right hand to cover the back of the young man's head, speeding up the progress.

The two lips touched, the two tongues intersected, and the joy of being in love with the sweetheart hit the two of them heartily and vividly, and they couldn't bear to part.

Song He was immersed in such a pleasure, as long as he thought of his folding fan...with himself... Song He couldn't help being excited.

His folding fan.

his leprechaun.

"Zi Zhong."

"Huh?" Song He was addicted to such a kiss and could not extricate himself, but subconsciously responded to the words of the folding fan.However, Song He opened his eyes, how to say?

"fool!"

There was a chuckle in my mind, and the voice of the folding fan continued, "We are talking with our souls now. Do you still remember that you were in a daze this morning? That was because you had just entered the Tao. Now it is because we are in soul communication, so we can directly Communicate in the sea of ​​consciousness."

The folding fan lightly licked Song He's lips, and then reluctantly separated from him.

It was only when they separated that they realized that the two had embraced each other at some point.No matter how bold the folding fan is, it can't help but feel ashamed.Subconsciously looking at Song He, he found that the other party was even more shy, and the folding fan became active again.

With a face as red as something, he folded his fan and smiled: "Zizhong can smell me, and I can smell Zizhong too. This is something only people who admire each other can do."

After repeated teasing, although Song He was still ashamed, he was able to show calmness.

Looking at the young man who seemed to be shining with a casual smile, Song He held the young man's hand tightly, couldn't help but bowed his head, and kissed him under the young man's surprised and staring eyes.

After a long kiss, it was finally the young man's turn to blushed and stared at him panting.Song He felt that he seemed to have saved something inadvertently, and he was very satisfied with this.

So Song He lowered his head and touched the young man's forehead lightly.

It was another long kiss, and the sunset light was about to fade away.Song He hugged the young man to watch the sunset in a good mood, "Folding fan, no problem. As long as you are there."

It doesn't matter if you're human, or a goblin, or whatever.

As long as you are always there.

The folding fan immediately understood what Song He meant, and suddenly understood the intention of ink and wash.According to their temperaments, I don't know how long it will take to understand their own intentions.I'm afraid ink painting is a month old.

Folding Fan smiled, looked at Song He's handsome chin, stretched out his hand and pulled Song He's skirt.

Song He lowered his head obediently and asked.

The folding fan seized the right moment and gnawed down with his chin.

Song He was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

Seeing Song He laughing, the folding fan also let go of his mouth and smiled.

There is no better pleasure in the world to enjoy the beautiful scenery on a good day and to be accompanied by a partner.

The author has something to say:

That ink wash, yes!it is me!Stupid author!

I wanted to make up a long article, but my writing power is limited, so I really can't make it up.I just want to write a relationship line, but my relationship line is: love at first sight - flirting with each other - confession - together.That's it.

And then it's over.

Seems lackluster?

How about writing an abusive next article?

Hmm... let's talk.

Good night (compare heart).