Into Liaozhai and falling in love

Yan Chixia lowered her head slightly, her eyes just fell on the small and delicate collarbone, and she could even clearly see the maroon mole under his collarbone, and finally managed to squeeze out a few words from her dry throat: "Don't ,do not move."

The temperature is getting higher and higher, Lu Qian, as if being roasted in an oven rotating 360 degrees, the blood in the body gradually heats up until it boils, it seems that it will explode from the body in the next second.

Lu Qian's fever is uncomfortable, it has not been so hot for a long time, it is like the soul is being roasted on the fire.The heat circulated back and forth in the body, but none of the heat could escape, circling his meridians and torturing him again and again.

He opened his blurred eyes, and the tears that were stored in the eye sockets could not fall, and even faintly showed signs of evaporating. He whimpered and grabbed Yan Chixia's hand, sobbing in a low voice like a meow: "Unfortunate, I am uncomfortable." .”

Seeing his painful appearance, Yan Chixia felt anxious, and couldn't care less about other things, she supported his arms to prevent him from falling down: "Where is the pain?"

He also felt uncomfortable, the sweat on his forehead condensed into beads one by one and hit Lu Qian's body and bed, and there were little spots of water dizzy everywhere.

It's all his sweat, sweat because of someone.

Lu Qian raised his face, and the hands that had been tugging on his clothes indiscriminately turned to his arms and legs, as if the big stove in the past had become a pain, and it seemed to help him cool down.

He looked at Yan Chixia beggingly like a life-saving straw, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the crystal clear teardrops hung on the curly and dense black eyelashes, slipping down, sobbing for help.

It's a pity that Yan Chixia has nothing to do. After some actions, Lu Qian is getting hotter and hotter.

He licked the dry corners of his mouth, and the dry and hard skin of his lips made his tongue tingle for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. Lu Qian burst into tears, wriggling his body and yelling in his mouth: "Uncomfortable, Yan, Yan, " It's really uncomfortable, he's going to die, he's going to shed his skin, he's going to be turned into steam.

He tightly grasped Yan Chixia's wrist with both hands, bit his lower lip with his bright white teeth, stared at Yan Chixia with a pair of hazy eyes, and his delicate voice was softer than a dream, like a good girl. The silk and satin she wore were as smooth as a waterfall, "Little facial paralysis, help me, help me, please."

Yan Chixia's name is too long, and Lu Qian always called him "Hey" and "Hey" on weekdays, and when he heard the nickname when he was a child, his whole body trembled, and goosebumps fell down layer by layer.

I feel uncomfortable all over my body, like countless ants crawling in my flesh and bones, with six legs walking over every inch of my skin, and even biting lightly, itching unbearably, just not giving myself a good time .

Yan Chixia turned her face away, avoiding him as much as possible.

If you look any further, something will happen.

But Lu Qian struggled so hard that he couldn't control him at all, and his clothes were pulled by him after a while.Yan Chixia took a deep breath, turned her head as if death was at home, and stared straight at him.

Lu Qian was taken aback by his sudden sharp eyes, and froze in place for a moment, not daring to move his hands.

Kind of... scary.

I have never seen Yan Chixia like this before.

Tears swirled in his eyes, but Lu Qian didn't dare to cry, he just stared at Yan Chixia in a daze, begging for help and mercy silently with his lips pursed.

Yan Chixia took advantage of him finally calming down, calmed down quickly, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and helped him get dressed two or three times.

Although he has never worn this delicate white robe himself, he has seen Lu Qian untie it and put it on countless times, and he has already been familiar with the steps in it. As long as Lu Qian is obedient, he can do it even with his eyes closed. again.

The rough cloth rubbed against the body, just like adding dry wood to a raging fire, and the fire burned vigorously again.The surrounding air became thinner and thinner, and Lu Qian seemed to be unable to breathe, he closed his eyes tightly and dared not look at him, sobbing softly while holding Yan Chixia's wrist that was still on his clothes, because of the deterrence just now. Don't dare to act rashly.

Ever since she followed Yan Chixia, how could Xiaopoor have suffered such grievances, pleadingly looking at the other party with tears in her eyes, but he was not moved at all.

Lu Qian bit his lower lip fiercely, almost oozing blood, his eyes suddenly changed, his face was sharp, and he didn't know where the strength came from, his eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed Yan Chixia's hand, crying and pulling his clothes , Unfortunately, because of the flustered action, the tears fell even more fiercely.

In the end, regardless of her clothes, she tearfully grabbed Yan Chixia's hand and kept rubbing it against her face, begging him to help her cool down, sobbing softly with a sticky cry: "Help me, help me!" Okay, please, I’m so hot and uncomfortable, please help me, please~”

The palms of the hands were hotter than the body, a pot of water boiled in the heart, and it was already boiling, and the place touched by Lu Qian almost peeled off a layer of skin, but even so, Yan Chixia felt that holding hands like this It's also much more comfortable than when I was angry just now, I want to hold hands more, and I want to do something else.

Seeing no objection from him, Lu Qian's eyes lit up, and he repeated in a low voice: "Facial paralysis, facial paralysis..."

The excitement in his tone was uncontrollable, he knelt on the bed and moved over.

Yan Chixia: "!" With a twitch between her eyebrows, she hurriedly withdrew her hand that was being manipulated by him, and glanced at the red fingers and lips that were drawn into a tight line, and her eyeballs were faintly blood red.

No one helped him, even his facial paralysis didn't want to help him cool down. Lu Qian let go of his hand, and burst into tears as soon as he shrunk his mouth.

Seeing that Lu Qian's consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, he has completely lost the ability to think independently, and even his cheeks have shown the appearance of burning charcoal. It stings, as if it will be roasted in the next second.

Seeing him so anxious and uncomfortable, Yan Chixia naturally felt even more uncomfortable, as if she had been through fire and boiled with him, she just wanted to touch him, kiss him.

But I was also worried that if he was allowed to absorb Yang Qi like this, this ghost might not be able to withstand the sudden rush of pure Yang Qi into his body, causing his body to explode and die.

Anxiously, Yan Chixia lost all the ghost knowledge in her mind, and even forgot all the common sense, and she couldn't think of a good idea for a while.

What a fucking sad person.

Yan Chixia was so anxious that she couldn't choose what to say.

Simply closing his eyes, he frantically began to pick off Lu Qian's clothes.

With his indistinct touch, Lu Qian was obviously quieter, but his body was obviously hotter, and he let him touch him obediently, for fear that he would leave if he didn't obey.

After feeling that all the clothes had been removed, Yan Chixia took a deep breath and stood up abruptly. She stood with her back against Lu Qian's death for a while, then turned her head to look at the ghost again.

Lu Qian was half lying on his back, but because he was caught off guard and fell on the soft quilt in front of him, there was no one in front of him. He suddenly didn't know what to do, so he raised his head on the bed with a confused face, and finally found it in a trance. The shadow of Yan Chixia opened her mouth: "Yan..."

Yan Chixia's fingertips froze, and immediately strode out the door before he could speak.

With telepathy, Lu Qian suddenly cried loudly: "Don't, don't go, I don't want to be alone, don't go." He grabbed the quilt, and tears slid down one by one. Mianmian's body couldn't hold it up at all, and fell back again after a breath of effort.

From the beginning to the end, no matter how hoarse or pleading he was behind him, Yan Chixia never looked back, stood at the door holding the door frame for a while, and finally walked out.

After closing the door, Yan Chixia still rested one hand on the door, looking down in a daze at the small red spot on her fingertips that was scalded by Lu Qian.

Worry, deep worry.

But he couldn't go in, and probably couldn't even stay around the house.

As long as I'm not around, as long as the yang energy is no longer so abundant and pure-whether the heat will come down soon.

Although I don't know if it's feasible, but this is the only way at present. Yang Qi shouldn't do him much harm, but it can't be too much. Now that he has obviously reached the critical point, Yan Chixia can't do anything else but let him go first. Slowly digest the yang energy in the room, and then gradually calm down.

Suddenly being patted on the shoulder, Yan Chixia turned around abruptly, and called out vigilantly, "Who is it?" The murderous look in her eyes overflowed uncontrollably.

Ning Caichen's smile froze on his face for an instant, he staggered two steps and almost fell off the steps, his elbow was grabbed violently again to stabilize his body, he was so flustered that he didn't dare to look at Yan Chixia's blood-red face eyes, and asked tremblingly: "Yan, brother Yan, you, what's wrong with you?"

After Yan Chixia saw clearly that it was the scholar, a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes, but she hid it well, and said impatiently: "There are a lot of weird things here, so be a little more vigilant, and you may offend me. Please excuse me."

Ning Caichen let out a breath, with a careless smile on his face again, and shook his head: "It's human nature, so why blame it?" He pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the door hesitantly, "Mr. Nie Haven't woken up yet?"

Although she didn't want Ning Caichen to know any more, whenever Lu Qian was mentioned, the image of that ghost writhing uncomfortably appeared in her mind, and Yan Chixia couldn't help showing a worried look on her face.

Ning Caichen's eyes flashed: "Mr. Nie, what's wrong with Mr. Nie?" Then he stepped forward to open the door.

It stands to reason that Ning Caichen's yang energy is not as sufficient as it, and it will be no problem to go in to take care of him, but when he thinks of Lu Qian's white teeth biting lightly, spring in the corners of his eyes, and hazy eyes with tears.

Yan Chixia slammed the door, and even skillfully pulled the lock on one side and clicked the lock: "Something happened to him now, his mood is extremely unstable, and he needs to be alone, you," he warned with a serious face , "You must not disturb him."

Ning Caichen worriedly held the door frame with his hands, tiptoed and even tried to see through the thin door paper, his eyes could not hide his anxiety at all: "Okay." Having said that, his feet seemed to be rooted in place Generally, nothing moves.

Yan Chixia wanted to say something, but - she had no position at all.

He can prevent the two from meeting, but he can't stop Ning Caichen from liking that ghost.

Even that ghost has no right not to be liked by others, let alone him, who is he, and in what capacity should he speak? !

In the end, he turned his head to confirm that the lock was indeed locked, and thought over and over again to make sure that the scholar's body was absolutely impossible to open with his bare hands without a key. Out of sight and out of mind, he pursed his lips and left first.

After walking a few steps away, I turned around and found that Ning Caichen was still standing there, still trying to look inside persistently.

"..."

Although Yan Chixia knew he couldn't see anything, but——

The chest was still uncontrollably uncomfortable, and even wanted to pull him away and throw him out, the kind of throwing him directly out of the ancient temple.

It's really scary, aren't you afraid to see the appearance of a ghost?

But there is no ghost, only a ghost who is drunk and unconscious and making waves indiscriminately!

Yan Chixia snorted coldly, turned away, and strode away.

After Yan Chixia left, Lu Qian was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to the heat in the air, but it was much better than before. After all, the yang energy no longer increased, and the swelling and swelling of the body also subsided a lot.

Consciousness slowly returned, Lu Qian's head swelled up and down, and his body began to practice autonomously, absorbing Yang Qi until he transformed all the Yang Qi in the air into his own use.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Qian's eyelids trembled slightly, and he turned his head, which was still swollen and painful, to look at it, and suddenly remembered that this was in the room of the ancient temple. He sat up and supported his head, which seemed to be loaded with weights, feeling uncomfortable Moaned. Moaned out loud.

Can't remember what just happened?Lu Qian instinctively looked for a familiar figure.

"Yan Chixia?" His throat was so dry that Lu Qian didn't dare to speak out, but the moment he opened his throat, he found that his voice was severely stagnant and could not be heard outside.He pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the situation outside, but the door was closed tightly, and only a dim halo could be seen through the window paper. He squinted his eyes and remembered that the room didn't seem to be lit. A sense of loneliness and helplessness came quickly.

"Yan Chixia?" Lu Qian couldn't help calling again, but still didn't get a response, he subconsciously lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed to find it.

The wet clothes are uncomfortably sticky to the body, and the water can be squeezed out by touching it.

Water... poured up?No... A bold guess flashed in Lu Qian's mind, and he shook his head in an instant. It shouldn't be his own sweat.

Even if it can generate heat, it won't sweat so much. This is comparable to dying in the gym for five hours.

As for why it is five hours, after all, Lu Qian hasn't been to the gym much, so he has no idea how much sweat he can sweat in one hour!

He tilted his head and pressed his swollen temple, his face was dry and wrinkled.

Whether it's sweat or water, did the damned Yan Chixia let herself sleep on the wet sheets like this?He promised to take care of himself, even though he never said so!

Lu Qian squinted his mouth, and after getting out of bed, he staggered to the table, holding the teapot and turning off the cold water in his stomach, which hadn't wet the desert in his stomach, and he couldn't care so much now, the most important thing Yes—damn Yan Chixia, she left herself and ran away alone.

Hmph, a sneer appeared on the corner of Lu Qian's lips, seeing that he was not hanging by his bed in the middle of the night, sticking out his tongue to scare him to death.

He had completely forgotten that he should have gotten used to the feeling of helplessness that seemed to be abandoned by the whole world when it was already dark outside when he woke up.

He would think of finding someone right away, and complain that that person was not by his side.

The cold water stimulated his brain nerves, and his strength returned a lot. Lu Qian pushed the door, and realized that the door seemed to be locked from the outside. He frowned for a moment, squinted his eyes and teleported outside.

Raising his face to face the magnified panicked face, Lu Qian was already weak, so frightened by him, he almost walked back through the door, and was grabbed by an arm protruding from the side.