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Although Flower God doesn't like the filth in the human world, the air in Shenshan Mountain is still very fresh, which is worthy of being a good place for cultivation.

In order to strengthen Sichun's cultivation, he chose to stay here.

On the second day after the warm love, Sichun lay on the bed with his back to him, and ignored him no matter what he said.

Flower God leaned over and rubbed her sore waist, coaxing softly: "Chun'er, it's my fault, please forgive me, I swear I won't do this again next time."

If it wasn't for Huashen's good skills to press him comfortably, Sichun would definitely reject him.

But he really couldn't bear it, Huashen treated him like this.

Let him hang by the side of the pool without touching his feet for more than an hour, which made him unable to get out of bed. Even if he was healed by the pool water, he was still swollen severely, and it was even more painful when he was relieved.

"Chun'er, be good, eat something to give you strength and my energy."

He didn't say a word, and he couldn't see his expression. Flora was really very disturbed.He knew that he was too much last night, and he also felt sorry for him.

With him like this, Flower God really didn't know whether he was torturing himself or him.

It was useless to think too much, so the flower god directly picked him up and walked to the table. Fortunately, he had long been familiar with the distance between the table and the bed.

For the convenience of feeding, he put Sichun on his lap, scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to his mouth.

Sichun dawdled for a long time but was unwilling to open her mouth, and the Flower God persuaded: "Chuner, be good, eat."

In my impression, Sichun is very obedient, and he has never done anything against his wishes. This is really the first time he loses his temper with himself, which makes him look at a loss.Apart from coaxing him with soft words, Huashen didn't know what to do.

This is what Jing Na saw when she walked out of her room and passed by them.Sichun looks like she has been abused.Although he thought it was impossible, he still couldn't help asking: "Did you bully Sichun?"

Flower God put down the spoon and said guiltily, "I hurt him last night."

Jing Na glanced at Sichun's hand on the table, the sleeve slipped off, revealing a white arm.Sichun's eyes were filled with moisture, her brows were knit together, and her small mouth was tightly pursed.

Being stared at by Sichun like this, Jing Na felt sorry for him from the bottom of his heart.

Especially seeing his bare wrists, and the back of his neck.

Sichun was silent, her eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the big teardrops finally slid down her cheeks.But he just stayed there, not wanting to avoid it.

"Why do you say I bullied him?"

Jing Na thought for a while, but decided to tell Hua Shen who was patting him on the back: "Sichun, he..."

"how?"

"He has bruises on his wrists..."

After hearing this, Hua Shen took his hands and gently covered his wrists.

Jing Na decided not to be a mother-in-law, and said it all at once: "Also, he cried."

The Flower God truly pities him, no matter what angle you look at, you can see it.So after he told Flower God, he left without giving him time to respond.

Huashen wiped tears on his face anxiously: "Chun'er, don't cry, okay... It's my fault... You can beat me and scold me, whatever is fine with me, but stop crying and don't torture yourself, okay?"

He was really, his intestines were green with regret.No matter what he did to Sichun, in the end Sichun was unhappy, and it was himself who felt uncomfortable.

A little hurt by him, Sichun shook his head and pushed his hand away: "It hurts."

Huashen became stiff for a moment, for fear of accidentally hurting him again.The two sides were quiet for a while, before Flora picked up the spoon again and handed it to his mouth: "Chuner, good boy, how about dinner?"

It was the first time for Huashen to be so patient.

Sichun didn't respond at first, but after a while Huashen felt his hand was surrounded by softness, and then the spoon in his hand trembled, being caught by Sichun.

He didn't know if this counted as Sichun forgiving himself, anyway, he didn't hurt himself, so he could say anything.

Just like that, Huashen finished feeding Sichun in an awkward atmosphere.

Originally planning to take him to the bed to rest, Nai Sichun turned around and held him down, and then began to take off his pants.

"What's Chun'er doing?" The Flower God grabbed his hand in fright: "Aren't you... not well yet?"

Although Sichun had a cold temper and didn't like to talk at first, his silence now made him feel even more frightening.He always felt that Sichun hadn't forgiven himself, but he didn't know what he wanted to do. Besides, his injury was not healed yet, and Huashen didn't want to hurt him anymore.

"I'll get it for you."

There was no ups and downs in his voice, Huashen couldn't see his expression, couldn't guess his thoughts: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Sichun blocked his lips, and his hands were not idle, and he took out the clenched grip from his pants.

Then imitating what he did to himself before, Xie teased him as best he could, biting his earlobe for a while, reaching into the skirt of his clothes for a while to twist the red cherry.

As if thinking that the clothes were in the way, Sichun tore open the front of his shirt, took a bite of his chest, and at the same time licked up and down the thing that gradually reacted.

Huashen's breathing became heavy, and she wondered vaguely when he would learn to seduce herself. You know, Sichun had never been so active before.

Although he couldn't see his seductive appearance, just imagining it made Flora feel excited, and the thing below swelled unknowingly in his hands.

When it was on the verge of a critical point, Sichun blocked the exit at the top and stopped.

"Chun'er..." Flower God called him in a pleading tone.

Sichun got off him very simply, and stood on the ground with the chair supported.

Seeing Huashen's hand stretched out there, Sichun immediately leaned over and pressed it, because his body was weak, letting his whole body weight rest on his hands: "Don't do it."

Huashen finally understood why he did this, it was to punish himself for bullying him yesterday!

He aimed his blank eyes at the direction of the sound of breathing, and remembered what he said not long ago to let him treat him, so he could only look at Sichun stupidly.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he tried his best to bear it.The person you like is clearly in front of you, but you can't touch it. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Sichun stared at the frown between his brows, she naturally knew that he endured a lot, until finally he couldn't stand up and slumped beside the chair.

The confinement suddenly disappeared, and Sichun didn't speak again, making Huashen ask worriedly: "Is Chun'er okay?"

Sichun put her hands on the armrests and replied softly, "It's just that my legs are weak."

Flora thought for a while, then found his hand and held it.

After feeling better, he leaned on the armrest, stood up slowly, and then took out his hand.

"Where are you going?"

Sichun knelt under the table in front of him, squeezing between his legs.At this time, he couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being spineless, and couldn't bear to see him suffer.

Huashen suddenly felt a sticky liquid touch her sensitive part, and before she could react, something slid up and down along the curve.

He quickly realized that, to be honest, his skills were not good, and the back and forth was still a bit rough. Considering that he had never taught him to do this kind of thing, it was not difficult to understand.

But when it penetrated into his mouth and was sucked by him intentionally or unintentionally, it was unexpectedly comfortable.

He had to hold the armrest tightly, and then he could barely restrain himself from pressing his head and thinking: "Baby...don't...don't do it."

It's a pity that today's Sichun is determined not to follow his wishes, so he teases him even more vigorously.

Huashen couldn't help but think, Sichun is usually like a soft persimmon that can be rubbed by others, but once her temper comes, no one can stop her.

But he just loves it.

Flower God, who was touching Sichun's head and leaned against the back of the chair, sat up straight and wanted to push him away: "Stop, it's too late..." He wanted to push away, but he was afraid of hurting him. Before he could react, it exploded directly in his mouth.

He took a breath and collapsed on the back of the chair. When Sichun let go of himself, his place had already been licked clean by him.

Really, grown up...

"You swallowed it all?" Sichun's mouth didn't leave for a long time after he ejaculated, so he must have swallowed those.

"It's delicious." Sichun had a smile on his lips, and the blush on his face hadn't receded.

The God of Flowers had already provided five grains, and he basically didn't eat anything, so there was no fishy smell in his essence, only a faint, indescribable smell.

Huashen's expression at the moment can only be described as cooked shrimp, if he still sees the smirk in Sichun's eyes, he might really want to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Moreover, he would definitely want to see Sichun's rare but very pretty smile.

When the frost came, the weather began to turn cold, and the surrounding plants were covered with crystal-clear frost, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Flora made a slightly rough sweater from wool bought from farmers at the foot of the mountain and with inflexible mana.

Many mountain spirits and ascetics have left here to escape the cold.

They are protected by aura and are not afraid of the cold, so naturally they don't have to leave, and Sichun is protected by the flower god, so she won't catch the cold.

During this season, the mountain is much quieter.

Until light snow came, the temperature dropped rapidly, ushered in the first snowfall of the year, everything was not angry, only wintersweet was lonely and self-reliant.

The Flower God, who had been facing the direction of the wintersweet tree, happened to think of the allusions about wintersweet in Yan State in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

At that time, there was a Liujiazhuang planted wintersweet, which was the most famous in the world, but the king thought it was not fragrant, so he ordered the gardener to make the wintersweet fragrant in a short time.

The king's order, dare not disobey.

So the wintersweet flower fairy quietly descended to the earth, and inoculated the wintersweet flowers from the hundred gardens of the Tiangong as rootstocks to the wintersweet flowers. After that, the wintersweet flowers in the king's house always revealed their fragrance.

The flower god inevitably scolded the wintersweet flower fairy for obeying the king's waywardness.

After making a warm cloak for Sichun, the flower god recruited the wintersweet fairy, and in the same way, grafted the wintersweet outside the house, so that people in the house could smell the fragrance of the wintersweet all the time.

After a while, Jing Na suddenly felt that the protective barrier was a bit abnormal. Generally, there would be no outsiders going up the mountain at this time of year, and even if there were, it would not be a rare thing.

The strange thing is that this enchantment seems to resonate with outsiders, and the aura of the sacred mountain is also better than before.

This is really, the existence of the sacred mountain so far is unprecedented and unheard of.

Therefore, Jing Na had no choice but to go to meet this great guest of the holy mountain in person.