fell into a pit book

Even though he had made enough mental preparations, Hang Hehuan was still aroused by the head-on bursts of strong, headache-inducing fragrance powder.On the contrary, in this "warm spring evening", it doesn't matter whether the visitors are men or women, they only surround one side and say some sweet words in their mouths.Hang Hehuan put on a cold face and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Those women were still relentless, surrounded Hang Hehuan and Xiao Qianhua, "No, no, it's rare to meet such a good-looking..."

Hang Hehuan really had a headache from being quarreled, and was thinking about whether to be violent, when an unidentifiable voice came from the stairs, "They told you to get out of the way, but what are you still pestering him for? "

Hearing this, all eyes in the lobby fell to the stairs.At the turn of the stairs, a man in a crimson light dress was standing against the railing, his slender fingers were wrapped around black hair, although his movements were casual, his eyes were like hooks entwining Hang Hehuan and Xiao Qianhua.Comparing the appearance, the voice is a bit cold and disproportionate, but if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that there is actually a bit of soft charm in the thin cold.If you only listened to the voice, you might only be able to guess how handsome the person is, and you will definitely skip the "person" style.As soon as the women heard the voice, they stopped making noise and retreated obediently.The man's body leaning against the railing seemed to be limp and loose without bones, and every movement of that slender waist made people worry that it might be accidentally broken. He retracted his eyes from the two of them, and turned around gracefully. Said: "You two, why not come with me."

Hang Hehuan looked back at Xiao Qianhua, Xiao Qianhua nodded slightly, and they stepped forward and followed the visitor upstairs.

Upstairs, Hang Hehuan felt better just now, and the gaudy fragrance of powder was gone from his breath, but the smell that drew them here also seemed to be covered by something.

"boom--"

As soon as they heard the sound, they looked back. The door they had just entered was closed, and it seemed to be merged into the wall. It disappeared together with any windows. Now they are in a room. Chamber of Secrets.Hang Hehuan and Xiao Qianhua turned their heads to look at the man vigilantly, but the man ignored them and lay down on the beauty's couch casually. The clothes were already light and thin, and with this movement, the clothes on his chest were half open. It's actually Yimapingchuan's.The black hair is a little messy, showing the delicate wrist supporting the lower jaw, and the slanted eyes turn slightly, and there is a kind of charm that no one else can learn.

The man slid his slender little finger over his lips, with a smile on his lips.

"Both of you, do you want to try this warm spring night tent?"

Hang Hehuan only frowned and didn't make a sound. In such a situation, she is not suitable for talking.Although Xiao Qianhua is only fifteen, after all, his past life in Xiao's family was also difficult, and the servants would not avoid talking about such things from him.

"I'm not a broken sleeve."

As soon as Xiao Qianhua said this, the man on the beauty's couch chuckled lightly, "I'm afraid I haven't tried it yet, so this young master said that he must have broken his sleeves."

Xiao Qianhua frowned, but the man continued: "I'm afraid you won't listen to me saying that. Then I'll put it another way, you haven't met someone who can make your heart flutter, so you just said I must have broken my sleeve...isn't I?"

Xiao Qianhua frowned unresolved, and said: "Yes or no, it should be innate."

The man raised his index finger and shook it lightly, and said, "That's not necessarily the case. If the young master really meets someone who moves your heart, then it's not too late to make a conclusion."

Hang Hehuan was thinking about whether to do it directly or not, but just as he was about to communicate with Xiao Qianhua, the man sat up, looked at Xiao Qianhua and said: "But it seems that I am not the one who can make the young master's heart flutter Well, but, the words of this one, heh, I don’t know if it will make the young master’s heart flutter..."

As the man on the couch pronounced the last word, the scene in front of Hang Hehuan and Xiao Qianhua's eyes changed drastically, except for the surroundings, everything else was dark.

Before Hang Hehuan could react, he had been tricked, and then the smell that led them here appeared, and it was so strong that it could drown people, and it was not at the same level as what he smelled when he was outside.Can't wait to cover his nose, Hang Hehuan froze his movements, and looked at the person walking towards him from the darkness in a daze, it was Leng Qingjue.

Hang Hehuan looked at Leng Qingjue, who was less than an inch away from him, and subconsciously wanted to back up, but Leng Qingjue grabbed her waist first.She felt that her whole body was about to freeze, even in the past few years when the master and the apprentice lived together, they had never had such an intimate hug.But obviously, this Leng Qingjue in front of me will do more than just hug...

As soon as Hang Hehuan felt that her ears were itchy with heat, before she had time to push back, her earlobe was already sucked by Leng Qingjue, and she was sucked by Leng Qingjue. If she hadn't been hugged by Leng Qingjue, she would have I guess I'm about to fall to the ground.

The kiss went down the earlobe, and Hang Hehuan heard Leng Qingjue say, "Call me."

"Master..."

Immediately, he was bitten on the neck, "Wrong, call again."

Hang Hehuan's mind was going to be a mess, thinking, what's wrong?What's wrong?Isn't it Master?Call again, what do you want to call again?

Leng Qingjue kissed her collarbone delicately, still said: "Call me."

"Cold...cold, Leng Qingjue..."

"It's wrong again." The fragile larynx was punished, but Hang Hehuan felt that every part of her body was clamoring for excitement.My head was so hot that I was dizzy, I couldn't think about anything anymore, I could only follow the feeling.

"Qingjue...Qingjue..."

"Very good, I finally got it right." As a reward, Leng Qingjue left a dark red mark on her neck.

……

Leng Qingjue's movements became more and more presumptuous. Through the clothes, she kept stroking Hang Hehuan's inner thigh with her hands, but her lips were covering her ears, her voice was low and hoarse but full of ambiguous temptation, "Are you comfortable?"

Hang Hehuan's hand grabbed her wrist, wanting her to stop, "No, no..."

"No? Don't stop, do you? Huh?"

"Ha... no, not... you, not..."

"I'm Leng Qingjue."

"No, no... you're not..."

Leng Qingjue seemed to be stimulated by her words, and bit her chin hard, "I say yes, that is."

Hang Hehuan shook his head unconsciously, just murmured.

……

"Hang Acacia! Gan Hua! Gan Hua!! Hang Acacia!—"

"Wake up!! Ganhua! Hang Hehuan!!"

The sudden sound dispelled the surrounding darkness, and even the deserted image was slowly drawn away. After a long while, Hang Hehuan opened his eyes.In front of him is still the room with the fence, but the man on the beauty's couch has long since disappeared, and there is Shang Qingchen, who is shaking Xiao Qianhua who has not yet woken up, but his face is flushed.

Hang Hehuan thought about what happened in the illusion just now, his face was flushed, and he said in his heart: "Even if the protagonist has a halo, he is almost treated the same as me...but who will his object in the illusion be? It can't be...Shang Qingchen, right? That's really sweet..."

Seeing her wake up, Shang Qingchen asked anxiously: "What happened to you? Why is Ganhua still awake?"

Hang Hehuan rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and stood up, "The enchanting demon."

"……what?"

"Bewitching."

"...you, no, you, are you sure?"

Hang Hehuan rolled his eyes, "You can't smell the smell of the fox demon, unless you have a nose problem." Looking outside again, he asked, "Where is my master? My master is here without?"

Shang Qingchen was busy looking after Xiao Qianhua, and responded: "Senior sister said something happened, so she didn't come. It's strange, you are awake, why is Ganhua still awake..."

"Oh……"

Hang Hehuan responded, but felt a sense of loss.

"Master?"

"Ganhua, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort? Why don't you go back and let Master Fu take a good look at it?"

"Master, don't worry, the disciple is fine."

Hang Hehuan looked at the two masters and apprentices who cared about each other over there, and complained in his heart: "So it's actually because I got the truth about the basic relationship between the master and apprentice that made me fall into this pit book?? "

"Master, why did you come down the mountain?"

"I originally thought that Jiayang Pinghua would be easy for you, but I always felt uneasy and was anxious to wait in the mountain gate, so I rushed here."

"It's the disciple's fault that the master is worried."

"What nonsense are you talking about, get up, we're going back."

"Yes."

After a long time, the master and apprentice, who had finished caring for each other, remembered that there was still a big living person standing beside them.

"Sister?"

"Little nephew?"

Hang Hehuan paused, "Are you finished? Then, can we go back?"

"It's alright..."

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Does this count as driving? ?

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