Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

The night was slightly cool, the moon hung high in the sky, Feng Ze nestled in the wide and warm arms behind him, his restless body calmed down for a moment.Leaning back against his thin body, he slightly poked his head out from the man's arms, facing the cold and bright moonlight, he could almost distinguish a few light blue hairs protruding from the man's chin. stubble.

The corners of his mouth curved, and Feng Ze's arms softly but firmly embraced Gu Yue's neck, his eyes reflecting the water vapor slowly showed a trace of smile and nostalgia.

He seemed to see that many years ago, the man who was still a prince was walking towards him step by step on the white snow and the wind and frost.

The lights were dim that night, and the moonlight was not as bright and bright as it is today. Only the man in the apricot-yellow python suit, accompanied by the dots of glimmering stars, appeared at the end of the night, for his peaceful heart. Bring joy.

Probably from then on, I liked it.Turning his head sideways, the corners of Feng Ze's lips curled up a bit more, but suddenly he thought that this happened a long, long time ago.

He was stunned for a moment, staring carefully at the man's sharp jaw, only then did he realize that the man he was holding had actually gone around three worlds with him...

Gu Yue noticed the momentary unnaturalness of the body of the person in his arms, and lowered his head, just in time to see the nostalgic and complicated emotions in the young man's eyes.

"Who are you thinking about through me?"

It was the same last time, and it will be the same this time.

Is it true that your emotions are always due to that person, and I am just your substitute?

A deep sigh resounded in the slightly cool air, and an unbearable darkness flashed across Gu Yue's eyes.

He jumped into the main courtyard with a vertical leap, before the person in his arms could react, Gu Yue put Feng Ze from his arms, turned around and was about to leave.

"You!" Feng Ze stretched out his hand to grab Gu Yue's collar, he felt weak under his feet, not like his own legs.

The man's tall body was like a steady mountain, Feng Ze tried his best to stand firm against him, "What are you doing!"

Gu Yue just stood there, pursing his lips tightly for a while, looking at the young man's weak and thin figure with dark eyes, his throat moved slightly, and he let out another deep sigh.

"I'll take you in." He still compromised.

The aisle of the promenade is empty, and the sound of steady footsteps sounds, step by step, as if stepping on the beat of a heartbeat.

Gu Yue supported Feng Ze and walked slowly forward, he looked at the door that was getting closer in front of him, and at the dimly lit lights in the room, he stopped for some reason.

Feng Ze originally put most of his body on Gu Yue's body, but the man's staggered steps made his whole body crooked into Gu Yue's arms.

I don't know what Gu Yue was thinking, the young man fell into his arms, but he subconsciously took it, and one arm bumped against the pillar without defense.

A muffled groan sounded, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Feng Ze struggled to raise his head from Gu Yue's arms, looked at Gu Yue's arm in a daze for a moment, then suddenly remembered the sword wound on the man's arm in the previous fight.

There was a trace of distress in his eyes, Feng Ze lowered his head in a strange way, gently put it on his arms, and kissed the bleeding wound with his lips reverently.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Gu Yue's eyes flickered slightly, but he said, "I'm not him, even if I say it hurts, I'm afraid it won't hurt you."

He looked at Feng Ze's eyes filled with water vapor, his face was still flushed, most of his body was leaning on his body, cuddling his hands and feet like a well-behaved and innocent child.

The young man's warm lips were still sticking to his wound, but it was a pity that his heart finally felt icy cold.

Feng Ze, who was not thinking clearly, frowned slightly, he couldn't understand the meaning of the ancient Yue dialect because of the chaos in his mind, he only thought that the man was in extreme pain, so he lowered his head and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the wound lightly.

The tip of his tongue softly licked and licked the wound that turned out of the skin, Gu Yue took a deep breath, pressed Feng Ze's shoulder with one hand, and pulled him away with the reluctance in his heart, "You have taken the medicine, don't act rashly."

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he would do something uncontrollable in this situation.

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The room was burning with faint incense, and Yi Liu was leaning on the couch in the side hall when she suddenly heard a slight knock at the door.

The door was pushed open, Yiliu opened his eyes at once, and saw that the young master with his eyes closed was limp and powerless in Gu Yue's arms, his whole body fainted as if he was drunk.

She got up in a hurry and was about to help Gu Yue and the two to the bed in the house, but Gu Yue stopped him, "I'll do it, you go out."

Yiliu hesitantly replied, thinking that in recent days, Gu Yue took care of the young master with every detail, so he watched him help his young master into the inner room.

Inside the house, Gu Yue put the red-faced young man on the bed, and took off his robe, shoes and socks.

Thinking of the "specialness" of the medicine in the youth, the man first twisted the wet handkerchief, and wiped the fine beads of sweat slightly oozing from the forehead.

Feng Xuan, who was tortured by the heat of his body, was extremely unbearable, his sanity was on the verge of collapsing, and his clear thoughts fell into bursts of chaos.

"It's so hot..." Feng Ze let out a low cry.

He randomly grabbed the wet handkerchief that Gu Yue was holding, and then wiped it on the delicate collarbone from the forehead to the side of the face.When it was about to go down, the wet handkerchief was blocked by the clothes.

Unbearably tearing at his clothes, the originally cold wet handkerchief gradually took on the temperature of his skin.

Hot, hot, hot all over!

It's like a fire is burning!

Feng Ze, who was pulling at the front of his chest, raised his phoenix eyes lightly, just looking for a cool place to relieve the endless hotness and inexplicable longing all over his body.

Gu Yue stretched out his hands to hold down his nonsense hands, but he didn't want Xia Japan's thin robe to be scattered and opened wide.The jade belt buckled around the waist was grasped by the young man in the palm of his hand, revealing a large expanse of white chest, and the two spots of vermilion on the chest, whether it was rubbed by the clothes or stimulated by the cool air, it was very cute right now. standing.

"Hmm..." A contented sigh sounded from Feng Ze's throat, he opened his eyes slightly, looked at the tall and familiar figure in front of him, the corners of his lips curled up in an ambiguous but unknowing arc.

"Ayue." He called softly, with a hint of sweet tremor in his voice.

No mistake.

Gu Yue's dark eyes suddenly focused and his heart trembled, but seeing the defenseless dependence in Feng Ze's blurred eyes, he became gentle again.

He looked at Feng Ze, his scorching eyes undisguisedly slipped from the young man's delicate eyebrows to the big piece of jade-like white skin and two spots of dark red dogwood under his open clothes. .

The cool palm with calluses in the rough suddenly attached a piece of smooth jade-like skin without a trace of blemish. Feng Ze felt the sudden roughness, and his skin, which was three times more sensitive than usual, suddenly appeared A shuddering feeling of pleasure.

"Don't go..." Stretching out his hand to grab the big palm that was about to leave, Feng Ze tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him, with a slight pleading in his eyes, "It's so hot, Ah Yue... help me quickly. "

Gu Yue heard the words, put his palms on the young man's chest, put his lower body against his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Hey, speak slowly, how can I help you..."

How to help?

A second of weak thinking ability flashed through Feng Ze's chaotic thoughts. When he thought of the man's slightly cool palm, he couldn't help thinking that his body must also be cold. Could it help him cool down?

Blinking slowly, Feng Ze let go of the man's big palm, "Hug me." Help me cool down.

He said.

But after all, the time in the room seemed to stand still for a moment, and Gu Yue's dark eyes were full of turbulent waves and returned to calm.

He looked down at the young man below him, and kissed the corner of his lips, with a gentle and deep expression, "Okay."