When the storm took the script

An Jiu pursed his lips slightly. He wanted to kneel down to apologize, but he was held by his master and couldn't move. His eyelashes trembled slightly in fear, and his lips opened and closed stiffly, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Jiu'an, we have made an agreement. If you have any grievances, just tell me. I will not force you to do what you don't want." Wen Jingxing lifted his long hair from his forehead and put it behind his ears, and stroked it gently. Looking at his back, although he had already guessed nine out of ten, he still patiently guided An Jiu to confide his innermost thoughts to him little by little.

An Jiu changed positions, straddled Wen Jingxing's lap, and obediently leaned on him, still not daring to look into his eyes, her hands tremblingly wrapped around her master's neck.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "My subordinates have heard what you said to Miss Yan."

"What did you hear? Tell me about it." Wen Jingxing knew that as long as he claimed to be his subordinate, it would prove that he was in a state of panic and fear.

He kissed Jiu'an's lips soothingly like a reward.

"I heard that this body of my subordinate can conceive and have children..." An Jiu was a little speechless, his back felt numb and hot from his master's touch, his whole body was limp and stuck to his master's chest, his eye circles were reddish , with a bit of crying, "I heard that the master does not allow your subordinates to have your heirs, and I heard that you asked Miss Yan for Bizi Tang..."

Did Jiu An cry?

Listening to the low-pitched cry of the person in his arms, it was easy to feel his grievances. Wen Jingxing felt a little happy in his heart. It was very useful to stop him from venting last time. You see, now he knows how to act like a baby to his master up.

Wen Jingxing patted him on the back lightly like coaxing a child, feeling that this matter must be told to his eyes, otherwise it would be sincere.

Wen Jingxing patted him on the shoulder and met his eyes.

Wipe away some tears from the corners of his eyes with her fingertips, and laugh at him: "Jiu'an is like a child now, do you still want to have a child?"

An Jiu held his finger, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked it lightly, it was salty.

"Dirty." Wen Jingxing didn't want to get used to his problem, so he discussed with him, "Shall we let you eat after we take a shower? The same goes for the others."

"Not dirty."

An Jiu was still a little dazed at first, but blushed instantly after a while.

He leaned his head against Wen Jingxing's arms, took the master's hand and put it on his lower abdomen, and said with lowered eyes: "Jiu'an knows that this is an extravagant wish, but as long as he thinks that this place can give birth to a child who is connected with the master's blood." Child, I feel that this body is the best treasure that God bestows on Jiu'an."

"Jiu'an please... allow this subordinate to conceive your child..." An Jiuyue said in a lower voice, as if all his strength had been exhausted, and his head lowered lower and lower, "If you are worried that the child born by your subordinate will be the same as your subordinate It's a different kind, that, that subordinate..."

Will it not be born?Or give it away or drown like those pedantic people?

An Jiu was unwilling, much less willing to take the child away from the master.

He thought for a long time, leaned over and kissed Wen Jingxing's lips like offering sacrifices: "That subordinate will stay by the master's side, pestering you to like him like pestering the master and not looking at others..."

Wen Jingxing felt that An Jiu was trembling slightly against his body, even more trembling than the one who pulled him in from the ice and snow just now.

Wen Jingxing curled his black hair with his fingers, and gently rubbed his head: "So you went to the lake to suffer from the cold because of this, right?"

An Jiu muffled in his arms, rubbing his forehead against his chest.

Wen Jingxing felt that he was like a pitiful stray cat, huddled in his arms obediently, fearing that he would be lost again, carefully pulled out all the claws, and pressed down on the owner's chest with the soft pad .

No matter how indifferent a person is, he will make a mess of him.

"In the future, do you want to know everything about eavesdropping on other people's speech? It's useless to suffer this cold." Wen Jingxing gently lifted his chin, and tapped his forehead gently, "After you leave, I will Yan Qinghuan tore up the Bizi Decoction prescription."

An Jiu covered the forehead that was hit, and gave a soft "oh", and it took a long time to react, showing a row of white teeth with a smile: "So the master allowed Xu Jiu'an to give birth to your child?"

"It's still a broiler chicken, why is there a child in one mouthful, I don't know, I thought you've got it in your stomach now." Wen Jingxing bent down and put his ears on his belly, his eyebrows were gentle, "Oh, I heard him call father , he even kicked me."

An Jiu had never laughed so freely before, he hugged Wen Jing Xing overjoyed, and asked him in a low voice: "Is he a boy or a girl, did he say anything else to you?"

"Say it." Wen Jingxing moved his fingertips slightly, untied his belt skillfully, and inserted it into his trousers familiarly, "The daughter said that she hoped that she would be born because Daddy really liked Father, and It's not because you want to leave an offspring for the Wen family."

"Master..." An Jiu let him rub himself, his eyes were a little red, "I know."

"It's good to know." Wen Jingxing picked him up horizontally and put him under the quilt, lying on his side and hugging his waist, "Pregnancy is very painful, that's why I want Miss Yan to carry you on her back and let you drink Bizitang .”

An Jiu shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

Wen Jingxing touched the back of his neck.

"Well...you have worked hard, I want to treat you better, instead of cutting off your chance to be a father without discussing with you."

An Jiu moved her face closer and rubbed against Wen Jingxing's hand: "I'm sorry."

"En." Wen Jingxing said again: "Even if I give birth to a child like you, I will like him very much, like you."

An Jiu secretly cried for a while.

Wen Jingxing let his clothes get wet and rubbed his hair: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Yes..." An Jiu huddled in his arms, opened her red eyes like a curious baby, "If I was really pregnant, would you still touch me? I heard that the woman was pregnant before." There are spots on my stomach, will you despise me?"

"No." Wen Jingxing pinched his face, why did this man become so shameless when he mentioned this matter, he leaned up and blew into his ear, and chuckled, "Of course I want to touch you, when the time comes I also need to clear the birth canal for you..."

"Chanchanchan...... Do you?" An Jiu felt that his master's fingertips had poked his body lightly, his ears were red, and he hurriedly blocked it with his hands. Now he no longer feels inferior because this is a different place, he just feels abnormal Ashamed, but still can't help wanting to be sure, "Did Miss Yan really not lie to you?"

"No. Alright, go to bed." Wen Jingxing yawned, and pulled up the quilt, revealing only a small black spot on top of An Jiu's head.

Under the quilt, Anjiu buried her head in Wen Jingxing's arms, covered her smile from a young age, until finally she was trembling with laughter.

Wen Jingxing waited for a long time but he didn't wait for him to take the initiative to hug him. He couldn't bear it anymore and put his hand covering his belly on his waist, gnashing his teeth: "You know how to hug your daughter. Husband doesn't want it?"

An Jiu rubbed his face, and laughed softly: "Yes."

Both of them didn't sleep well last night, they took a nap and the sky was dark, and when they opened their eyes again, it was already dark.

Now I couldn't fall asleep anymore, so I simply changed my clothes and went to the night market.

Walking in the mountains at night, walking with drums and drums, the small market is booming.

Compared with the bright lights and crowds of the Lantern Festival, when I went out today, the grand scene of "cars and horses congested and people can't stop" was gone, but it was also interesting.

Many ladies go out for tea at night, the amorous proprietress is leaning against the counter and doing abacus, and the best place to go at night is Fengyueyanyulou. Whether you like men or women, as long as you have a bag in your pocket, the warm fragrance there Nephrite will surely take care of you until you don't know where it is today.

The shadow guard, who has been in the dark for more than 90 years, has already figured out this street clearly. Even if the owner asks which horned Gadali mouse is raised in this street, he can answer it immediately.

So, after half an hour.

In the Xiangyun Library, there are two young masters in extraordinary clothes.

The shopkeeper was an elegant scholar in a blue gown, and he didn't feel insulted at all when he walked in front of the two of them: "What do you two want to see? Ordinary men and women? Longyang or Mojing? Don't look at the small shop. It’s small, but it’s complete, and I can assure you both that even if you visit the entire capital, you may not be able to find something more complete than this store.”

Wen Jingxing casually flipped through a few books, oh ho, I really underestimated these ancient people, they even had such heavy-tasting things as tentacles.

"I'm asking you?"

He patted An Jiu's shoulder with his fan. This man hadn't dared to lift his head since he walked in, and his neck was all red. Hearing the shopkeeper's opening, Wen Jingxing felt that he was almost ashamed to the ground.

Why can't I help being funny?

Wen Jingxing smiled lightly, scratched Anjiu's palm lightly, his voice was soft and low: "...you all listen to the master."

All right, listen to me, right?

Wen Jingxing threw away the fan, cooled down, and smiled at the shopkeeper: "I don't bother you, we two can choose by ourselves."

The shopkeeper withdrew.

Wen Jingxing looked around the library, as expected of a specialist in art, there are only three floors selling this kind of erotic books, and each floor has a wooden sign with a large category.

He took An Jiu's hand and led him to the second floor where the "Longyang" sign was hung. Every bookshelf was classified into categories such as "Basic", "Advanced", "Utensils", and "Whiplash". Sure enough, this matter of cloud and rain has reached its peak.

Without outsiders, An Jiu looked less restrained, his cheeks were still flushed, but he blinked at Wen Jingxing, swallowed his saliva lightly, looking very interested.

Wen Jingxing was afraid that he would think of something bad, so he only led him to the most basic notebook.

The two casually flipped through a book, and it can only be said that it is indeed a professional one. With just a few strokes, it has drawn the charm, which is much more provocative than modern films.

Wen Jingxing was very serious and asked An Jiu to pick the textbook:

"I usually touch you here and your reaction seems to be quite big. Take this book with you. I think it's very useful."

"Jiu'an, do you think this pose looks like a puppy? I saw you look twice more, you must like it, right? Tsk, Jiu'an is so good."

"Blowpipe is also a big question in the exam. Your technique is so bad that I was so weak at the time... I also want this book. Don't think I can't see it if you hide it secretly."

"I have never taught a student who is as bad as you. You don't work hard with poor grades. Of course, the more textbooks, the better. Why can't you face up to your own disadvantages? You have to check for omissions and make up for vacancies, classmate Yan."

An Jiu blushed and held everything he said in his arms. In the end, his words went too far. An Jiu pressed the book to his face and ignored others.

Wen Jingxing smiled and took his hand: "Okay, let's go. Have you finished your studies? Classmate Jiu'an, no couple will turn their backs to their husbands when they are on the couch, and even hide their faces and call themselves subordinates and masters." .”

An Jiu moved the book covering his face down slightly, revealing a pair of obsidian-like beautiful eyes, and called out in a mosquito-like voice: "Brother Wen..."

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