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Tonight, the candles are reflected on the water chestnut windows, there is wind and moon, and the shadows of trees are whirling.

In the boundless darkness, in the warm arms, under the familiar atmosphere, Xan'er heard the heartbeat of that person again.

It was calm and powerful, but it was beating a little faster for some reason at this time, and his heart also burst into joy, as if it had absorbed some heat, which made his cold blood flowing through it warm up.

He didn't quite understand what it felt like, but for a moment, he seemed to understand the thoughts of those who would never turn back for sweet words and vows.

Following his heart, he raised his head and kissed Langling.

Langling was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, regained the initiative in an instant, and pressed the cocklebur to plunder with more ferocious force, sucking the cocklebur's tongue numb, and she was also staggered and pushed onto the bed.

Lang Ling pressed the man into the bed, had enough of wanton aggression, and then became gentle, and bit by bit, lured Xanthium to intertwine with his lips and tongue.

It's hard to say whether Xanthium is as white as paper or as charming as a demon in this respect, but he does learn quickly, and Lang Ling only needs to give some guidance, and he can in turn turn Lang Ling into lust, but he still Without knowing it, sometimes Lang Ling couldn't help but bully him hard, and would open his foggy eyes and look at him innocently.

Lang Ling couldn't stand this kind of innocent little animal eyes, especially at this moment.

He kissed the cocklebur, the movements of his hands quickened a little, and in the blink of an eye, most of the clothes of the cocklebur had been untied.

Langling really likes to peel the cocklebur from the layers of clothes, as if this can strip the man's sharp defensive shell, leaving only the softest and most sensitive inside.

It's like this can get closer to this person, a little closer.

The shadow of the lamp flickered, the fabric rubbed, and the ambiguous sound of lips and tongue was sobbed and swallowed. All the thoughts that should have and shouldn't have were hidden in the thick night.

All the atmosphere is just right.

But at this time, the knock on the door sounded untimely, interrupting the movements of the two people on the bed.

An Xiao's face was paralyzed, and he stood outside the door with a kind of courage to die generously, and said bravely, "Pavilion Master, there is important information from Xialang Villa."

Langling let go of the panting cocklebur, her voice was low and unquestionable: "Put it on hold, we'll discuss it later."

In his heart, An Xiao scolded the spies who reported the situation at this juncture a thousand or eight hundred times, but thinking of what he had handed in, he finally had to say desperately again: "Pavilion Master, the spies who are following the secret guards of Xialang Villa He was found dead, and the person looking for him found a painting there, please take a look."

Langling glanced at the half-clothed cocklebur, took a deep breath, endured and endured, and finally pulled the thin quilt to wrap him up, hugged him and whispered: "Don't go, just a while, wait for me .”

Cocklebur huddled under the quilt, and nodded obediently.

Lang Ling's clothes were still on her body, so she just straightened her skirt, and then walked out of the room with gloomy eyes.

An Xiao tried his best to ignore his expression, and respectfully handed over a painting.

Lang Ling knew that An Xiao would never disturb him at this moment if it wasn't for something really important, so she didn't get angry, but took the painting over, opened it for a look, and frowned deeply.

In the painting, a bat and a bird whose neck was bitten off by a bat were drawn with slightly clumsy brushwork.The bat didn't stand out very much, but the bird's painted feathers were scattered, its wings were broken, and it died a miserable death.

This painting seems to be dismissed by others, and it might even be criticized and ridiculed because it does not conform to the facts at all. It was only because of the strange location that it appeared that it was presented by the spies.But An Xiao vaguely guessed the identity of the person in their master's room, thinking of his master's nickname "Listen to the Wind Bird", and thinking that Lang Ling was still staying with that person, he was startled into a cold sweat, Only then did he hastily send the painting over.

Seeing Lang Ling's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, An Xiao said cautiously: "My lord, this..."

Lang Ling sneered, tore up the thin piece of paper, and let the scraps of paper slip from her fingers: "Stimulate dissension, don't bother."

An Xiao knew that he didn't think too much about it, and the painting really meant that.After hesitating for a long time, he finally bowed and said in a low voice, "Even so, please, my lord... Be careful of Mr. Cang."

"No need." Langling gave him a cold sideways glance, and slightly closed her eyes, "At most, he is just a knife. How to use a knife depends not on the will of the knife, but on the will of the wielder. To put it bluntly, This is a struggle between chess players, and the direction of the chess game has nothing to do with one of his pieces."

Although it was created because of him and the layout revolves around him, it should still have nothing to do with him.

But the provocation by the person behind the scenes seems to be totally different from that.

Lang Ling pondered for a while, and then ordered: "There is no need to track down the whereabouts of those hidden guards in Xialang Villa, but I just warn all branches, especially those who have missions, to be careful not to be attacked halfway."

"As for the cocklebur..." he paused, "I'll see him personally, there won't be any mistakes."

An Xiao had no choice but to lower his head and respond, watching Lang Ling arrange all kinds of things in an orderly manner, then turned and entered the room, his eyes could not hide the worry.

I just hope it's as the master said.

Lang Ling returned to the room, and just stepped into the door of the inner room, she saw Xanthium turning her head to look over, and finally her mood got better after being disturbed by that painting.

He walked over, hugged Xanthium Lianren and the quilt in his arms, rubbed his chin on the man's head, and sighed contentedly.

Xan'er vaguely sensed that something related to him happened, but Langling didn't mention it, and he didn't ask, just raised his head and said: "Continue?"

It is rare for Xanthium to be so proactive, Langling might not follow, not to mention he is also thinking hard.He suppressed the thoughts in his heart and kissed her gently: "Naturally."

Since it was turned into red waves, the rain turned the clouds.

After marking the cocklebur inside and out several times, Lang Ling finally took a rest, took the cocklebur to wash it, and spent a while on the bed with others without any burden, completely letting go of all the burdens. Throw it to the subordinates.

He stroked the long hair of Xanthium annuum, and discussed with him in a low voice: "Tomorrow is the Spring Festival in Tianxing City. Now that you don't have any tasks, how about leaving one more day for tomorrow?"

Xanthium's complexion was still red, and her voice was still hoarse: "But Xialang Villa..."

"It doesn't matter." Lang Ling took the water glass and gave him a sip of water, "This is different from the situation in Shiyao Lake. A holiday is a holiday, and ordinary people don't care so much about what happened in Xialang Villa."

Xanthium was fed several sips of water by him, and only then did he feel a little more comfortable in his throat. Sensing the anticipation in Lang Ling's words, he rubbed against his arms and let out an "um".

Langling's expression softened even more, she couldn't help but kissed Cang'er's brow again, and then said seriously: "If you feel uncomfortable in these two days, please tell me anytime, understand?"

Xanth's face was blank, but hearing Lang Ling's seriousness, he nodded: "Oh."

Lang Ling rubbed the top of his hair vigorously with a complex expression, her eyes fell on the position of Cang'er's heart, implying worry.

Whatever the guy behind the scene wanted to do, he just went ahead.The only thing he was worried about was that the other party would do something bad to Xanthium, trying to hold him—or more viciously, trying to crush him.

If it is the latter, then cocklebur will undoubtedly be more dangerous.

He had to come up with a plan to get this guy out as soon as possible.

He was thinking aimlessly, but a slight snoring sound from his arms interrupted his thoughts.

Lang Ling looked down, and saw that the cocklebur had fallen asleep against his chest, perhaps because of some wrong posture, snoring, very light and thin, sounding a little soft.

It doesn't match this person's external evaluation at all, but it is very consistent with his peaceful sleeping face like a milk cat when he is asleep.It's just that Langling felt a little push from time to time, and deeply suspected that if she hadn't held the cocklebur and blocked him with her body, this person would curl up again without any sense of security.

He knew that these years of killer career, or the temper he had developed from earlier times was not so easy to change, but he still couldn't help moving him into his arms again, trying his best to protect him under his arms.

It's strange to say, maybe it was because the cocklebur felt a sense of security being surrounded by the familiar aura, and he unconsciously rubbed against Langling's chest, but he had no intention of curling up, just as if he had some obsession You have to stick to Lang Ling tightly, otherwise you will frown uncomfortably.

Even after exercising just now, the cocklebur body is still very cold, and it can make people who sleep in the same bed shiver before spring begins.However, Lang Ling was very happy to use herself as a humanoid stove to warm him, seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, she felt a little more relieved in her heart.

It's just that when he touched the faint rib marks on the waist and abdomen of Xanthium, he still felt that this person was a little too thin.

It seems that the plan to replenish this person's body is also on the agenda.

Thinking this way, Lang Ling heard the steady breathing of Xanthium annuum, and slowly fell asleep.

A good night's dream.

The next day, the cocklebur woke up first as usual, but with his slight movement, Lang Ling also woke up.

To be honest, every time the two of them sleep together, they are both vigilant people. No matter who wakes up first, they will definitely wake up the other.

It was rare for Lang Ling to see Cocklebur, who was drowsy, and her heart softened for a moment. She leaned over and kissed the person, hugged the person and said, "There is a hot spring in this mansion, and I haven't used it yet. There is nothing to do during the day and night. How about going for a dip together?"

Xanthium had no right to refute, so after breakfast, Lang Ling dragged her to soak in the hot spring, and made a fuss in the hot spring again, probably because she was teased so hard that she couldn't speak up all afternoon Come on.

It wasn't until evening that Langling found out a new set of dark green clothes from nowhere, coaxed Xanthium to put them on, and put the veil cap on him carefully, and then she took him on the road with confidence. He went out of the house and got into the carriage.

The author has something to say: Cocklebur is so cute and I miss rua [Dangerous Speech]

Well, from this part to the next part, it’s all about the daily life of the two of them, and it’s time to move on to the next part of the plot [Top the Pot Cover and Run.jpg]