wait until the fireworks cool off

It was spotlessly wiped, the quilts were neatly folded, the candlesticks, teacups, scrolls, pens and inks were all returned to their original places, and even the gap in the fence outside the house that was eaten by wild boars was repaired.

The corner of his mouth hooked into a smile. When he really started to do things, this kid was still very efficient.

The two set up their meals and sat down, Qing Yu said with a smile: "A Mo has worked hard today."

Sheng Xiaomo had fun in his heart, but spread his hands pretending to be helpless: "Hey, who asked me to rely on my uncle to support me? I can't eat people, and I can't get enough hands. I have to cook, wash, wash and clean the house for my uncle."

Qing Yu chuckled: "Okay, okay, then you go to the doctor tomorrow, and I will cook, wash, and clean the house, okay?"

"Don't you dare?" Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly behaved, "The neighbors in the ten miles are all waiting for Mr. Mo Qing, how can I, as a nephew, have a place to speak? The uncle is wronged and continues to support me."

Qing Yu was angry and funny, how could he expect any good words from this kid?

Reluctantly shaking his head and picking up the chopsticks, Sheng Xiaomo had already put a piece of bamboo shoots to his mouth: "Master, try it."

Qing Yu was startled, and opened his mouth to eat the piece of bamboo shoot in some confusion, his cheeks were already slightly red.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mmm, very crispy."

"Master likes it, I often make it for you to eat. These are new spring bamboo shoots, and they are all over the mountains and plains. I went up the mountain to pick a big basket in the morning, and it is enough for us to eat for half a year in the sun behind the house!" Sheng Xiaomo was quite a little excited.

Qing Yu was speechless.

Sheng Xiaomo grew up in Changliu Fairy Mountain, where jade dew, fine wine, and delicacies are rare. When did she ever work hard for food and clothing?But now they actually have to go to the mountains to forage in the wild...

After being silent for a while, he said with some regret, "Amo, I really feel wronged for asking you to live such a poor life with me..."

"What nonsense is Uncle Master talking about?" Sheng Xiao acquiesced, "Being able to sit and eat and live together with Uncle Master without worrying about being criticized by others, such a good day is something I never dreamed of before!"

"Master, don't think so much. Now there is no head of Changliu, nor the head of Changliu Mountain. There are only two people, Mo Qing and Mo Xiao, that's all." He picked up a large chopsticks dish for Qing Yu.

Qing Yu nodded in a daze, and smiled in relief.

After dinner, Sheng Xiaomo quickly brought in the freshly boiled hot water. He remembered that when Qing Yu was leaving the house in the morning, he casually said that he wanted to take a bath at night.

"The water is just right now, and the cold doesn't come up. Later, it will get darker and the dew will be heavy, so it's easy to catch cold." Sheng Xiaomo mixed the water.

Qing Yu replied absent-mindedly.

Sheng Xiaomo looked at his expression, wanted to ask more questions but held back.

He closed the door of the inner room by himself, and sat in the yard scooping up water to wash bowls.Soon there was the sound of splashing water in the inner room, and then it became quiet again.

He thought, this is Qing Yu starting to bathe in the bucket.

Sheng Xiaomo suddenly felt hot for no reason. He scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on the bowl, but unexpectedly, half of his body was soaked.

Throwing the water ladle on the ground in annoyance, he looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

Since that impulsive intimacy was violently broken away by Qing Yu, Sheng Xiaomo has never dared to try this thing until today.Although he never asked about the details, he could already guess how much the time spent by Ying Yun's side had hurt Qing Yu.Qing Yu's temperament is introverted, to what extent this kind of harm will last, and how long it will last, he has no idea at all.Although the two have lived under the same roof for several months, they have been sleeping in separate beds.Occasionally, he couldn't bear to solve it secretly behind his back, and after venting for a while, he was still at a loss.

This feeling of feeling that he is doing something wrong all day is really bad to the extreme, and now he only hears the sound of splashing water, and a certain part starts to embarrassingly engorged with blood.

What a beast!

He gritted his teeth in grief and anger, scooped up a scoop of cold water and poured it down on his head and face.

The cold water made him shiver for a while, and the hotness was instantly extinguished, and he was finally sober.

Just as he was wiping the water off his face, he heard Qing Yu calling him: "Amo, can you bring in another bucket of hot water?"

what! ! !

The voice came out from the inside, probably because of the heat and the closed space, it reached Sheng Xiaomo's ears with some kind of ambiguous sex appeal.

Sheng Xiaomo was about to go crazy, he, the water all over his body...

Don't be too embarrassed!

"Amo?" No response was heard, so Qing Yu tentatively raised his voice.

"Ah, that! I, I'll be right here!" Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly fetched hot water as if waking up from a dream, and bravely opened the door to enter.

The room was hot, Qing Yu tied up her hair with a wooden hairpin, and stood outside the barrel wearing only a white robe.The robe was already half wet, clinging to his body, showing an extremely attractive silhouette.

Sheng Xiaomo's throat tightened, how dare he look at him again?He lowered his head and poured water into the bucket desperately, just hoping to finish it quickly and escape.

"Amo, why are you covered in water?" Sure enough, Qing Yu immediately noticed his abnormality.

"Uh, that... I accidentally stepped on the bucket just now and fell, haha..." Sheng Xiao laughed dryly.

Qing Yu took a step forward, and his tone was thoughtful: "Will you wet your hair if you step on the bucket?"

Sheng Xiaomo drooped all of a sudden, he admitted that the lie was clumsy.

Qing Yu took a towel and walked up to him, and began to wipe the water from his forehead and face.

"Uncle..."

This man stood in front of him steaming hotly, his handsome face was blurred and slightly reddish by the steam, under the half-wet white robe, the spring scenery could be seen at a glance.

Uncle, don't test my concentration, I don't have any concentration at all...

Qing Yu didn't seem to care, she wiped the water off his face, and reached out to untie his belt.

"Wear such cold wet clothes on your body, you will catch cold..."

Sheng Xiaomo's head buzzed and exploded.

"Uncle, don't do this," he slammed his hand, his voice trembling, "I...I can't help it..."

"I know," Qing Yu gently pushed his hand away, unexpectedly calm: "You have endured so hard these days, it's me...too stubborn..."

His lips covered his.

This kiss was soft and moist, as warm and firm as a gift.Sheng Xiaomo returned to his senses and closed his eyes, he put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him, and kissed him back heavily.

After finally getting rid of this long kiss that almost melted him, Sheng Xiaomo tried to pick up the last bit of rationality before falling into the trap: "Uncle Shi, I know you have always...have a grudge in your heart, you don't have to...don't force it It's... I really don't mind..."

Qing Yu pursed her lips and smiled, her tone was flirtatious and provocative: "What? Ah Mo has lost interest in my body...?"

Sheng Xiaomo was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly tore off his robe and flew into the water with him in his arms.

The wet clothes were thrown on the ground casually, amidst the steam, Qing Yu was naked and pressed firmly against the wall of the barrel by Sheng Xiaomo, the delicate and skillful kiss made him breathless.

"Uncle Master provoked me on purpose... later... don't regret it..." His eyes were dangerous, with an undisguised aggression.

"I'm... the first day... Do you know you?" Qing Yu struggled to get out of his control, still insisting on a little initiative.

well.

The body jumped up violently and was carried out by him, and the two of them just rolled onto the couch covered in moisture, Sheng Xiaomo pulled off the quilt, and wrapped each other tightly in it.

"Qing Yu, I can't wait..."

Sheng Xiaomo caressed his body, his chest and limbs were like a birch, full of the charm and vitality of a tree.Despite the passing of time, all his memories of him were as fresh as yesterday.The slender fingers flexibly teased the well-known sensitive areas, bringing out the delicate sparks all over his body.Feeling the gasping of the people below him more and more quickly, Sheng Xiaomo traced his outline more carefully, not rushing, like a patient arsonist, urging that small spark into a raging flame bit by bit...

The intercourse gradually became more and more intense, like a spring rain in a long drought, with waiting, grievances, and most of all, supreme happiness.

Qing Yu, Qing Yu.He calls him.

It's not my uncle, but I call him by his first name.

Qing Yu trembled for a moment, and climbed to the top in an instant.His throat moved slightly, and he let out a muffled grunt. He tilted his head back deeply, and tightly hugged Sheng Xiaomo's back with his hands, twitching intermittently.At the same moment, Sheng Xiaomo only felt pleasure like the waves passing by in an instant, he let out a low growl uncontrollably, and released it.

The bodies that have been dried up for 700 years are like the sweetest rain for each other at this moment.

"Uncle Master... are you happy?" Sheng Xiaomo smiled softly, brushing away the hair on his forehead.

When the love is strong, he always wants to say something about Meng Lang to tease his uncle. Every time Qing Yu either pretends to be angry and keeps silent, or wants to reprimand him by saying "you are getting more and more presumptuous".But today is really different. Qing Yufang came back from the turbulent waves, and he heard Sheng Xiaomo's words "Happy?", which brought his thoughts back to the past, but that was hundreds of years ago .

Hundreds of years of vicissitudes, only his lover still loves him, takes pity on him, protects him, how can he not be happy!

Qing Yu felt a little sour in his heart, but it was really sweet. He raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and he smiled softly, his voice still hoarse with passion: "Amo..."

Sheng Xiaomo bent down, and the tip of her tongue rolled over his earlobe, causing the person under her to tremble slightly.

"Uncle, I'm happy too... I want Uncle... to be happy again..."

The candles in the house were flickering, accompanied by deep and shallow lingering moaning, I don't know how long it took, the world gradually quieted down.

Under the starry sky, a pair of watchmen in the distance knocked on bamboo clappers. After the third watch, the sound was quiet and long, as if eternal.

"The sky is dry and the things are dry - be careful of the candles - the sky is dry and the things are dry - be careful of the fires and candles -"

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