The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

The water of the Xijiang River is extremely clear and quiet, and the smoke and clouds curl up on the surface of the river, as if covered with layers of gauze.In the hazy rain and fog, one or two painted boats can be vaguely seen passing by.

The singer stroked the piano, her voice was delicate and the melody was warm, and she sang with deep affection, reflecting the long landscape.

"Weeping willows, autumn water sparkling, a leaf boat falling into a dream, when you sleep, your eyes are full of green hills."

A white and thin old man was leaning on the shore. His skin was tight and his flesh was firm. He was dressed in gorgeous brocade white clothes. He was sitting on a wooden post with his legs crossed, humming a little tune.

There are several painting boats of different sizes parked beside him, which are the most famous boat workshops in the area. If tourists are interested, they can rent and buy a painting boat and cross the river for dozens of miles.

Today, the fog is a little thicker, and the lush and distant mountains cannot be seen, and there are many fewer tourists.The old man shook his fan and sighed.

But he was also lucky, he was depressed that there were no guests, no, in the light mist, two people walked out.

Both of them were dressed in black, but one was covered with silver-plated moiré pattern, and the other had a pattern of Pixiu tattooed on his sleeve. Even if his face was blocked by a black fence, he could still feel a bit of extraordinary demeanor.

The old man was lean and lean, with his coat hanging dangling on his body, his eyes rolled, and a courteous smile appeared on his face, he greeted him and said, "My lords, do you want to rent a boat?"

He stroked his beard and beard, and bragged about the beautiful scenery of the West River and the benefits of his painting boat. One of the women was very moved when he heard it, and asked: "How much money do you need for the biggest painting boat?"

The old man's eyes lit up, and he thought that he really caught a fat sheep. He quickly pointed to a super-large painting boat behind him, and said cheerfully: "You two have vision, look at this!"

I saw that the painting boat was extremely huge, almost as high as a two-story building, and a pile of precious stones were inlaid with glittering gold on it.

A group of strong and strong boatmen have been arranged above, and there are several beautiful singers leaning in front of the railing, throwing down winking eyes.

The other small boats only had a few pitiful sheds and gauze curtains, which paled in comparison, and they were ashamed to hide in the fog.

The old man clasped his five fingers together and said cheerfully: "You two seem to be noble, how about a discount for you, one thousand baht for a day, including the boatman and singer?"

Zhang Kuang was very excited: "Okay, okay!"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

Although he knew that the leader was not short of money at all, it was still not acceptable to spend money recklessly like this. Xia Zhitao dragged her back and said seriously: "Wait a minute, come back to me."

Zhang Kuang took out his purse to pay the bill, Xia Zhitao walked back obediently as soon as he pulled it away, raised a black gauze curtain with his back to the old man, and smiled at her.

With bright eyes, she said softly, "Madam, may I row the boat for you?"

Xia Zhitao turned her head silently, glanced at the boat that could hold hundreds of insolent boats, and let out a long sigh.

It's not that he's worried about the silver issue, not to mention that Qiling is full of treasures, Zhang Kuang himself is a walking sweet potato.The people who came to her door to ask her for work offered higher prices than the other, but Zhang Kuang rejected them all because he thought it was troublesome.

Apart from this, since Mo Wusheng and Feng Luoya disappeared, Zhang Kuang has become more and more noticeable. I don't know that the rewards in the pavilion are about to break through the sky, which makes Xia Zhitao very worried.

But looking at the other party's relaxed appearance, it seems that few people can threaten Zhang Kuang, so Xia Zhitao complied with her request, and the two of them traveled together for a few days.

Looking at the scale of the painting, Xia Zhitao really couldn't bear to let the silly boy paddle such a big boat, and suggested: "Actually, we don't need such a big boat, wouldn't a smaller one be better?"

She wandered around the river, chose a two-person boat with a small awning, dragged Zhang Kuang over, and said, "Look at this."

"Didn't I say it before? Dating is very serious. Strange places like Qianrenmae Blood Waterfall and Yashanshui Prison don't count, and a bunch of people watching around don't count."

Xia Zhitao said: "You have such a big boat, a dozen boatmen help row the boat, and a dozen beautiful singers are watching, how can you date?"

Zhang Kuang suddenly realized, the way he looked at the singers changed, and he said vigilantly: "Madam is right."

Under the angry eyes of the old man, the two finally chose the small boat, Zhang Kuang stepped on it first, turned around and stretched out his hand to Xia Zhitao: "Ma'am, I will help you."

This "Ma'am" was sweet, soft and waxy, without any aura of the leader of the Demon Cult, just like a child begging for candy.

There is nothing to show courtesy, I don't know what kind of small calculations this kid has in mind.Xia Zhitao smiled, put his hand on her five fingers, and boarded the boat with his strength.

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Although this small painting boat looks inconspicuous, it is small and has all the internal organs, and it has a lot of things that it should have.

An exquisite small shed was erected on the boat, gauze curtains were hanging down in clusters, and there were tiny jade beads hanging underneath, which jingled as soon as they were rolled up, which was really pleasant to hear.

"I'll paddle, I'll paddle," Zhang Kuang snatched the oar, studied it in his hand, and commented, "It's too light, it will break if you break it."

Sitting beside her, Xia Zhitao frowned, raised her hand to support her chin, and joked, "It's a great honor for the majestic leader of the Demon Sect to row the boat for me."

Zhang Kuang rowed conscientiously and carefully, without the slightest bump in the hull, which made Xia Zhitao wonder if she had wrapped the boat with ten or eight layers of spiritual energy, otherwise it would be impossible for the boat to not even splash.

The fog gradually dissipated, revealing a very clear sky, and layers of smoke, clouds, mountains and rain were reflected on the mirror-like water of the Xijiang River.

Everything is quiet, no other boats can be seen on the river, it seems that in this vast world, among the beautiful mountains and rivers, only their small boat is left.

Xia Zhitao stretched out his hand and held up a handful of clear river water. The water droplets fell along his knuckles, and landed on the surface of the river, disturbing a few small fish that swam by.

"Xiao Kuang, stop rowing," she said with great interest, lying on the edge of the boat, raising her hand and pointing to the distance, "Does that mountain look like a beauty?"

Zhang Kuang put away the oars, leaned over to look according to the words, stared at it for a while, and muttered: "Why do you look like a beauty?"

"Look, this is the nose, these are the eyes," Xia Zhitao pointed to her, "Does it look like a lying beauty?"

As soon as the words fell, her waist and abdomen suddenly felt itchy, covering her with a pair of slender hands.Zhang Kuang leaned over, rubbing the tip of his nose against her neck, gently and slowly, like the tip of a down feather: "Don't look."

"Isn't there a beauty here? Why should I look up at the stone instead of looking down at my wife?"

Her voice was soft, and her breath was warm and long, with a bit of illusory heat, spreading into the skin delicately.Xia Zhitao trembled, her body was tilted and she couldn't sit still, just in time to be hugged by Zhang Kuangcong.

Arms wrapped around the waist, firmly refused to let go.

"Holding him so tightly, what do you want to do?" Xia Zhitao asked knowingly, she raised her head, her neck was slender and connected into a line, hidden between the buttoned collar.

Seeing that Zhang Kuang didn't speak, she raised her hand, picked up a strand of the other's long hair, and wrapped it around her fingertips a few times, her voice became softer, hooking her faintly: "My lord, please take it easy."

"Don't capsize the boat." Xia Zhitao's eyebrows drooped softly, and her voice contained a bit of a smile, "I don't want to fall into the water."

Zhang Kuang didn't speak, but the black ink pupils were clean, with a clear watery look, fully reflecting his own outline.

With a soft "click", the gauze curtains outside the small shed fell down, covering the outside layer upon layer, with only faint shadows seeping in some misty light.

Zhang Kuang lowered his head and kissed him.

The lips are rubbed gently, and the water vapor is hot and warm.The two were very close, and the long black hair was hanging down the shoulders, and one or two strands slipped into the collar, and passed over the skin softly, tickling a bit of deep itching.

The breath is like two cotton threads, which are thinly pulled together by the lips, there is still a little gap at first, and they are slowly intertwined, almost indistinguishable from each other.

Xia Zhitao's cheeks were hot and her throat was dry and hoarse. She closed her eyes gently, and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

After kissing for a while, Zhang Kuang became a little nervous, she carefully let go of Xia Zhitao, and straightened up a little.

The tips of her ears were so red that she didn't dare to look at Duofa, she looked away embarrassedly, and called softly, "Zhitao."

Xia Zhitao was half leaning against the wooden shed, her clothes were a bit messed up, her black hair was casually draped around her neck, her skin was a little hot and tinged with red.

She smiled, her eyebrows and eyes bent like crescent moons, and she said slowly: "Where did you find the pile of books that Hong Jue gave you, how dare you stop?"

Zhang Kuang was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said: "No, I didn't... Zhitao, how did you know that I went to look for Hongjue's?"

"Who else can you turn to?" Xia Zhitao said calmly, "The last time I almost demolished his house, what did I ask for advice this time?"

She leaned over, with a little smile in her eyes, and her five fingers walked up the waist, little by little, across the shoulders, stroked the neck, and held the other's cheeks.

Xia Zhitao kissed her lightly, at first it was just a taste, but her breathing quickly lost its rhythm and fell into the other party's grasp.

The small boat swayed lightly and heavily, dipped into the water surface deeply and shallowly, created layers of ripples, and spread outward.

The edge of Zhang Kuang's lips was very soft, he touched his five fingers lightly, hot air spread continuously, pouring into the muscles and bones, making his throat dry and hoarse, as if on fire.

She kissed her up along her fingertips, extremely gentle and long, kissed the tip of her nose, kissed the corners of her red eyes, and kissed her slightly damp hair.

Xia Zhitao tilted her head slightly, her five fingers lightly covered the edge of the wooden board, and she drew them together little by little, her knuckles slowly tightened, and turned slightly white with force.

Her eyes seemed to be covered with fog, her voice was hazy, and there were one or two very soft calls.

The surface of the river is still calm, the boat is swaying, no one is clearly rowing, but it keeps shaking, slowly walking into the landscape painting.

The sun wheel gradually sets, and the sunset light spreads softly, falling on the vast river, falling on the waterway where the small boats come out, like a few light red marks.

The clouds were churning and dyed into a warm orange color. From a distance, it looked like a large piece of burning fire, gorgeous and beautiful.

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After an unknown amount of time, the boat finally landed.The old man had sharp eyes, and from afar, he saw a woman in black lift the curtain, and carefully helped another person out.

Before the man boarded the boat, he only had a neat black dress, but now he had a thick black robe on his shoulders, covering his body tightly, even his expression was hidden under the fine black down.

The ancestral old man took a few glances, seeing the patterns on the black robe, he always felt a bit familiar, and when the woman in black turned to him, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

Auntie, few people in this world dare to embroider the beast pattern on the black robe! !

Zhang Kuang tilted his head slightly, put his five fingers on Xia Zhitao's shoulders, wrapped her in his arms, smiled brightly at the old man, and said in a good temper, "I bought all of your painting boats, and I will offer you a price."

The old man's legs softened, and he almost didn't kneel down. Before Zhang Kuang could speak, he waved again and again, and almost kowtowed to the other party: "No, no money!! Take it all!!"

Zhang Kuang thought in his heart that there was still such a good thing, so he calmly packed them all up and took them away.The two were walking back, not far from the river when Zhang Kuang approached quietly again.

She hugged Xia Zhitao from behind, blinked her long and thin eyelashes, and rubbed her skin softly, tickling her heart: "Zhitao?"

Xia Zhitao said, "No way."

Zhang Kuang whispered: "Zhitao..."

Xia Zhitao's ears felt hot, she waved her hand and said, "Okay, let's go to town and talk about it."

Zhang Kuang was happy now, nodded his head, but didn't let go of the hand holding his waist, and begged: "Can we still have a date later?"

Xia Zhitao thought that this was okay, and just about to wave her hand to refuse, another thought suddenly came to her mind.

She raised her eyes to look at the other party, her voice slowed down a bit, and she said leisurely, "...Okay."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Zhitao Gong, there are still a few chapters left for the two of them on their honeymoon (?), you can leave a message in the comments about the paper stroller you want to see_(:D」∠)_