When the storm took the script

Wen Jingxing hugged him silently for a while, clasped An Jiu on his heart, and let him listen to his heartbeat, like an ancient and childish ritual.

He said slowly: "No, Jiuan, I don't seem to have ever told you that I like you, just like you like me. Everything I say next will be attached to 'I like you' If you don’t believe this prerequisite and think it’s too inconceivable, just read it a few more times in your heart, and you’ll be happy to hear Jingxing and feel safe for a long time.”

An Jiu took a breath.

Master's words...every word jumped into his heart like fire, and finally turned into a prairie fire, burning his whole body to ashes.

Wen Jingxing is happy and Wen Jiuan...

Was he frozen stupid?

An Jiu pinched his thigh fiercely, as if he really didn't feel it.

The emotions that Wen Jingxing had finally concocted were all destroyed by his pinch, he wrapped his hand that he was about to strike a second time, and bit his mouth: "Does it hurt?"

An Jiu Na Na: "It hurts."

Wen Jingxing said, "Your pinching hurts much more than my biting."

Only then did An Jiu realize that he knew how hard he had just tried, and he was afraid that he was going to strangle his master, so he got into the bed in a panic and wanted to check, but was caught by Wen Jingxing: "Don't bother, Listen to me first, and then satisfy you, okay?"

An Jiu read other meanings in his words, blushed, and obediently lay on his master's chest, and continued to listen to him: "I like you first, and then your body, you have to understand the context."

"Hmm..." An Jiu responded in a low voice, touching his master's skin, the cold skin was warmed inch by inch, and his frozen heart was reborn from the ashes.

Wen Jingxing tossed his damp black hair aside, stroked his face, and stared at him seriously: "I have never regarded you as Cheng Huan's instrument, you are my beloved, the only wife in my life , I will only do this kind of intimacy with you alone."

Beloved...

Is the subordinate your beloved?

An Jiu is like a poor ghost who has been stunned by huge wealth, trying his best to control the ups and downs of his chest, he is holding the brocade quilt tightly, surprised and confused, hesitant and cautious, facing Wen Jingxing's eyes, blinking slowly I rolled my eyes.

"Breathe." Wen Jingxing gently pinched his nose, this idiot, is he trying to suffocate himself to death?

An Jiu seemed to have just unlocked his acupoints, like a thirsty fish, his lips parted slightly, and he took a few rough breaths, but his hand was pulled up and his fingers were interlocked, covering their close hearts.

Wen Jingxing leaned over to put his earlobe in his mouth, and gnawed lightly: "I am happy with Jiu'an, I want to spend a lifetime with Jiu'an, like ordinary couples, I don't want to hear Jiu'an claiming to be a subordinate, I don't want you to be my master, I don't want you It's because I treat you well that I tolerate everything, and I don't want you to obey me because of your status as a secret guard."

"No..." An Jiu finally calmed down, his voice trembled slightly, still as big as a mosquito's moan, but a little more firm, and he repeated again: "No, Jiu'an Xinyue master... the master bestowed on Jiu'an Everything, Jiuan is happy, because of the master, so happy..."

Jiu An, don't lie to me.

I mean it.

Wen Jingxing put a kiss on his bright eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Me too, because I like you, I always want to do some intimate things with you, just because of you, nothing else. "

An Jiu couldn't help but raised her lips, buried her in his arms, and took a deep breath.

This mustn't be a dream.

"Jiang An."

It is not easy to communicate with each other.

Wen Jingxing was terrified, he held everything in his heart, for fear of having such a "broken love" again, and would complain about him a little.

"It's not just you, I'm also wronged, you always hold back like this and don't say anything, I can't tell if you're happy or not, if you don't say a word, you push me to others, and I will be very sad. Life is short, let's stop tossing about, if you have any grievances, if you can't figure it out, just tell me, okay?"

"Did the subordinate make the master sad?"

An Jiu raised his head, guilt and sadness flashed in his eyes, he clenched his hands and didn't know what to do, leaned up slightly, the quilt slipped off his shoulders, and there were still purple tooth marks bitten off by venting his anger.

Wen Jingxing comforted his kiss guiltily.

An Jiu said, "Pinch me, or bite me again?"

Wen Jingxing now feels that he may have a tendency to shake M.

Or was he really too rough in the past?Make him feel that as long as he is hurt, he will be happy?

Wen Jingxing asked him very seriously: "Jiu'an, did you not like it when I teased you before? I am too strong and you will hurt, right?"

An Jiu shook her head, nodded slowly under his burning gaze, and said softly: "It hurts, but I like it."

"Why do you like pain?"

Is it really shaking M?

Then I have a lot to learn.

An Jiu seemed a little puzzled: "As long as it is a gift from the master, I like it."

As if afraid that Wen Jingxing would feel that he was coaxing him again, but he didn't know how to explain it, An Jiu went up to please him and kissed his chin: "I didn't lie to you, I really like it."

Anjiu's honesty is the best love story. Wen Jingxing was in a good mood, and taking advantage of what he asked and said now, he continued to throw out the next topic: "Now can you tell me why you ran to the lake to suffer from the cold? What are you awake for?"

An Jiu raised his head, lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes left a small shadow under his skin, hiding all his emotions.

After being stunned for a while, he said sullenly, "Zi Si...Miss Yan..."

An Jiu lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at Wen Jingxing.

He believed every word the master said, that's why he was so desperate when he heard Bizitang.

But the master said that he likes himself, and he will not hate his body which is different from ordinary people, so would he want to give birth to a child by himself?

No, this is too greedy, what if I gave birth to a different species like myself...

An Jiu pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking, he had already gained too much today, he can no longer please his master because of such a trivial matter, this is not being arrogant because of being favored, this should be pushing an inch.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Wen Jingxing could only guess by himself.

Fortunately, he gave enough clues.

"Son? Is it the child in Yan Qinghuan's womb? Not mine! He was seriously ill at the time, and it was even more impossible for him to have sex with women."

He was naturally referring to the original owner.

Wen Jingxing rested his head on An Jiu's shoulder and took a deep breath, and said embarrassingly: "Jiu'an is always like this, he doesn't say anything, I thought you had to commit yourself to me just because I was your master, or because I treat you kindly, so I repay you with my body, Yan Qinghuan and I have only met twice, how can we talk about liking?"

Wen Jingxing pursed his lips, rather self-defeating: "I just want to make you jealous, I want to see you angry and jealous, I want to hear you come here to swear sovereignty, and I want to know if you care about me too."

Ah, how silly.

Wen Jingxing let go of Anjiu's hand, and the more he talked, the more he felt ashamed of doing such a thing, so he deliberately bullied the person who made him stupid. He gently rubbed Anjiu's waist with his fingers, and gradually lingered And down.

The waist is always pinched green and purple by the master, An Jiu is not lying, he likes it very much.

But the pleasure brought by the pain was far less than being touched by the master so gently and lightly. An Jiu felt even more uncomfortable. The joy and shame touched every nerve of him, and finally hit his shame like a tiny thunderbolt.

He wanted to escape, but was pressed even tighter by his master, his body was completely out of control, An Jiu bit his lip but still let out a little sob.

The mouth was opened again, Wen Jingxing's fingers fiddled with his mouth, and he couldn't hold back the kiss.

An Jiu seems to be extremely sensitive to every skin-to-skin contact, and his reaction to every touch is extremely intense, but Wen Jingxing can clearly distinguish between pain and pleasure.

He bit An Jiu's earlobe lightly, and asked him: "Is it okay?"

It was because she had offended her master, An Jiu bowed and buried her body in his arms with red ears, "Yes... yes."

Wen Jingxing didn't allow him to hide, and raised his chin slightly with his free hand, facing his tearful eyes and asked him, "Jiu'an hasn't answered me just now, I'm so close to Miss Yan, why is Jiu'an so close?" Are you jealous?"

"Eat... vinegar?" An Jiu stretched his neck, his eyes were red, he was panting heavily, and desperately swallowed his moans in his throat, "Eat... vinegar...what do you mean?"

Wen Jingxing blew into his ear, "Then Jiu'an, tell Master truthfully how you felt at that time?"

"Owner……"

Anjiu trembled, her eyes widened suddenly, her voice was intermittent, and she rubbed her head in Wen Jingxing's arms uncomfortably, "Master, I... you spared me..."

Wen Jingxing hooked his chin: "If I say it, I will bypass you."

An Jiu's eyes were forced to turn red, and after his useless struggle made him feel even more uncomfortable, he finally put all his fears behind him, buried his head in Wen Jingxing's arms, and cried out little by little:

"Jiu'an is pleased with you, Jiu'an doesn't want you to teach Ms. Yan how to paint, doesn't want you to be so close to her, doesn't want you to see her, doesn't want you to call her name, don't want... I don't want you to give me the good For others, I will be jealous, sad, and want to run away, afraid to look, afraid to listen, but also reluctant to leave you..."

Anjiu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to raise his head anymore. He was dazed by desire just now, and he dared to reveal all the ugly jealousy and greedy delusions in his heart one by one.

An Jiu is like a prisoner waiting to be executed, his eyelashes are trembling slightly, but he is no longer panicked and desperate as before. It is enough for the master to please him, even if it is only for a period of time, it is enough.

Wen Jingxing leaned out and picked up the brocade handkerchief on the side to clean himself up, and deliberately showed it to An Jiu, chuckling: "A lot."

An Jiu's pale face was covered with a layer of red again, he really deserves to be damned for dirtying his master.

Seeing that he was about to say that he was guilty again in panic, Wen Jingxing threw the brocade handkerchief aside, held him in his arms again, tucked his hands into his long hair and combed it one by one, sighing comfortably: " If you can’t bear it, then you will always stay by my side.”

An Jiu raised his head, looking at him with bright eyes.

Wen Jingxing couldn't help but kissed him again: "If you don't want to see me with others, then you can pester me so hard that Master will never see others again."

No one is unwilling to monopolize their lover, but few people are willing to give the other party such rights.

An Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and then became ecstatic. He hugged Wen Jingxing tightly back, took a deep breath of the breath that belonged to his master, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it really possible?"

"can."

Wen Jingxing got close to him, almost at the distance of kissing him, sprayed all the hot breath on An Jiu's lips, and said softly: "In our place, the law stipulates that each person can only have one lover, one wife, and only one person. For the rest of my life, Jiu An doesn't want me to break the law and be imprisoned, right?"

But this is not the world the master came from.

An Jiu felt that he was fooling himself, but he didn't expose it. He boldly and greedily thought that he must pester his master all the time, so that the master only sees himself and never sees others.

The more he thought about it, the tighter he hugged his master.

It was the first time for Wen Jingxing to be held tightly by An Jiu's waist with such great strength, fearing that he would disappear out of thin air.

It hurts, but Wen Jingxing heaved a sigh of relief.

An Jiu has always been shy and timid on the couch, unless he pulls him back by himself, otherwise he can definitely maintain a posture with his back to him all night, and sometimes even cover his face.

If he felt happy, he would resist it, and sometimes even deliberately pinch his skin because of too much stimulation for fear of being discovered by Wen Jingxing.

Once Wen Jingxing found out, he would usually be more frightened than embarrassed, as if he had done something disrespectful.

This was the first time that he expressed his possessiveness so forcefully.

Wen Jingxing rewarded him with a kiss, An Jiu was pressed under him, her eyes and nose were red, she couldn't breathe while hugging him, a few strands of long hair wet by his tears stuck to the corners of her eyes, It's too foul...

Want to do something else.

Not the time.

Wen Jingxing was forced to be Liu Xiahui, resting his chin on the top of An Jiu's head and moaning for a while, pinching, kneading, and touching the white flour steamed buns, manually coloring and mounting flowers.

"Do you want it?" A thin layer of sweat broke out on An Jiu's forehead, and he couldn't bear it. He kissed Jing Xing's chin and said softly, "I, I can do it."

Wen Jingxing looked at him with deep eyes.

No balm, no other preparation.

Moreover, the low-ranking person will feel very uncomfortable for the first time. If he succeeds, he has no experience, and he is afraid of hurting An Jiu; Seeing him sad and thinking too much.

Ah forget it.

They still have a lifetime, and he wants to give An Jiu a gentle first time.

But it's okay to do something else.

An Jiu's hand was the hand of a warrior, with a thin layer of calluses, he couldn't hold back, and left a tooth mark on his other shoulder, which was very symmetrical and beautiful.

Clean up the mess on the bed.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Jingxing caressed An Jiu's lower abdomen: "The pastries in the morning won't fill you up, so I'll eat some and take a nap, how about I take you out to buy something in the afternoon?"

An Jiu naturally agreed, a little curious: "What is the master going to buy? It's cold, why don't Jiu'an help you buy it?"

"No."

Wen Jingxing gently pinched his earlobe, and told Yan Qinghuan's doctor's order truthfully in his ear, the person in his arms got closer and closer, and he blushed and never dared to lift it up again.

Wen Jingxing said: "Since it is used to treat your illness, it is natural that you like it, and I have no experience, so pick more books that you like, with more tricks, so that you won't get tired of me in the future. "

"Never get bored! Jiu'an will please the master forever." An Jiu expressed his heart with a blushing face.

"Yeah." Wen Jingxing blew in his ear, "Cure is a very long process, we need to buy more, Jiu'an can't be as shy as he is now, and run away without seeing it. Maybe we Are you going to the small house? An Jiu never tells me where it feels comfortable touching you, should I find a teacher to study hard?"

"No, you don't need to learn." An Jiu blushed, forced to hold back the trembling in her voice, hummed twice, and continued: "Listen to the master..."

After the two had lunch, Tingshu brought a bowl of medicine.

Wen Jingxing sent her to take a small plate of candied fruit, and brought An Jiu, who had been teased too much while cooling down, back into her arms: "This is the medicine that Miss Yan prescribed for you, long-term use can cure your old diseases, wait Take care of yourself slowly, and you won’t suffer when you get old.”

Miss Yan...

An Jiu's breath stagnates.

Is it Bizi soup?If he drinks it for a long time, will he never be able to conceive again?

It would be fine if An Jiu didn't know that he could conceive, but now that he knows, there will always be expectations. He has lived alone for so long, and his family is already a luxury for him. If he can really have a child with his own blood and the master's blood , that would be great...

An Jiu lowered his head and gently stroked his lower abdomen, looking at the bowl of medicine, he felt bitterness in his throat.

Wen Jingxing saw him blankly, thinking that he was afraid of suffering, so he took a sip and gave it to him with his mouth, and shared a piece of candied fruit with him, saying: "Do you want more?"

"No, no need!" An Jiu wiped off the medicine juice with the back of his hand, picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it down.

As soon as the thick black concoction entered his stomach, An Jiu couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

Wen Jingxing stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth: "Take some sweet Gaigai flavor, is it so bad? I'll go to Miss Yan later and ask if I can change some medicines, it's too painful to drink for a long time gone."

An Jiu became more and more sad, relying on how much his master liked him now, he boldly said: "Master...you didn't enter your subordinates with your body, so you don't need to drink medicine...if in the future, you and your subordinates have sex It’s okay to drink it later, the subordinates are healthy and not afraid of getting hurt.”

Wen Jingxing was stunned: "???"

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The author has something to say:

I really don't want ghs, what I don't want is that my hand has his own thoughts, I also want to talk warmly, hug warmly, sleep warmly, it's not me, it's really not me...

Master Audit, please spare my life, I will not dare next time! ! !