Proud of the rivers and lakes

"Oh?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows, looked at Wen Ruyu and said, "That's not it... so what?"

He intended to tease Wen Ruyu, but seeing Wen Ruyu's appearance, he found it even more amusing.

Wen Ruyu suddenly raised her head, looked at him fixedly, and said slowly: "I didn't intend to marry Miss Situ..."

"It's just because of the master's order?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Wen Ruyu paused, her eyes a bit bitter.

"I……"

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and before Wen Ruyu could speak, he said, "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about these things, let's go up and find other people first." Seeing that Wen Ruyu seemed to be alone, It seemed that he probably got separated from the others as well.

I don't know what Hua Qingliu's idea is, it seems to want them to separate.

Fu Jinghong turned around and was about to climb ashore, but suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist.

Before he could react, he was pulled into a hug.

"No, I have no intention of marrying Miss Situ, even if the master is ordered," Wen Ruyu's voice was hoarse and dry, and he whispered in Fu Jinghong's ear, "If you don't like it, I won't marry her."

Fu Jinghong paused, he never thought that Wen Ruyu would say such a thing.

He originally thought that a person like Wen Ruyu would never disobey his teacher's order, even if he didn't like Situ Jia, he would definitely marry her.

So he planned to tease Wen Ruyu, but unexpectedly Wen Ruyu would answer him so seriously.

For a moment, Fu Jinghong didn't know how to react.

Wen Ruyu hugged Fu Jinghong from behind, and the water droplets falling from the tips of her hair splashed onto Fu Jinghong's neck.

Fu Jinghong gradually came back to his senses, turned around and gently pushed Wen Ruyu away, looking up at him.

Wen Ruyu also fell from the top of the pool just now, but at this time the headband had been undone, the strands of hair were scattered, and water droplets slipped from Ru Mo's hair, and slid down his slightly open front to his chest.

His eyes were dark, and he looked at the person in front of him steadily.

Fu Jinghong suddenly felt something was wrong, so he smiled and said: "If you don't want to marry Miss Situ, then don't marry her. Let's go up quickly. It's important to find someone else first."

Wen Ruyu looked at him, his eyes dimmed, and after a while, he smiled slightly and said, "I won't marry her..."

Fu Jinghong paused.

"I naturally remember that day when I first saw you on the mountain, you were in the wilderness... I saw you right away."

Hearing Wen Ruyu's warm and deep voice, Fu Jinghong couldn't help but think of the scene at that time.

A young man in white came riding on a horse, his face was as clear as jade, elegant and unparalleled.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

"Sometimes I think... maybe some things are really meant to be..."

Fu Jinghong fell into memory, and when he came back to his senses, the man in front of him clasped his chin with his slender fingers. The man leaned slightly, and brushed the corner of his lips with his head down.

Wen Ruyu's breath swept over, like a feather brushing gently, gently falling on the corners of Fu Jinghong's lips.

Fu Jinghong saw Wen Ruyu's slightly trembling eyelashes, and an unknown stream of light flowing in her pitch-black eyes.

Wen Ruyu lowered her head to touch Fu Jinghong's lips, and with the other hand, she tore off Fu Jinghong's skirt.

Fu Jinghong slowly came back to his senses, and a warm hand pressed against his slightly cool skin.

Wen Ruyu did not caress Fu Jinghong's skin presumptuously, but slowly, as if touching some fine porcelain, slowly caressing his chest, with a very gentle expression on his face.

For a moment, Fu Jinghong couldn't bear to push Wen Ruyu away, just because of the serious and gentle gaze in Wen Ruyu's eyes.

It wasn't until Wen Ruyu's hand gradually came down that he suddenly remembered where they were.

Fu Jinghong quickly grabbed Wen Ruyu's hand with one hand, and said in a low voice: "This is the Devil's Cult. We have important matters to attend to, so it's important to meet with other people..."

However, Wen Ruyu grabbed Fu Jinghong's hand instead, brought Fu Jinghong's hand to his lips and rubbed it lightly, he looked at Fu Jinghong fixedly, and said: "This is the Devil's Cult, so what? "

Afterwards, he smiled slightly and said, "Shen Bishui and the others have the ability to protect themselves, so there is no need to worry."

Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't forget the purpose of your coming to the Devil's Cult... The lives of those members of the Nine Great Sects are in your hands. If there is any mistake, you are big sinners."

Wen Ruyu looked at him and said with a smile, "Of course I understand...but so what?"

"Since I was young, I have regarded my master's life as the sky, and I will never violate my master's life. It is my master's life to go down the mountain. It is my master's life to participate in the martial arts conference. It is my master's life to seize the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance. Life……"

Wen Ruyu's eyes were dark, and he slowly said: "But I also have things I want to do, and I also have people I want..."

"Whether the teacher's life is good or morality is good, I don't want to care about it."

"Life is rare, be yourself once."

Hearing Wen Ruyu's warm and deep voice, Fu Jinghong was a little lost.

Wen Ruyu probably carried the hope of the entire sect since she was a child, to revitalize the sect.

Wen Ruyu grew up amidst those burdens, so it can be said that it was hard work, and his teacher was like a mountain. If he is determined to let go, it may not be a good thing.

Suddenly feeling that Wen Ruyu's hand was holding down his place, Fu Jinghong trembled slightly.

Wen Ruyu had already lowered her head, and was gently sucking kisses on his neck.

Fu Jinghong is not a person who sticks to worldly views, and when he felt it now, he did not reject Wen Ruyu.

Wen Ruyu kissed Fu Jinghong's neck lightly, stroking Fu Jinghong's neck with her long and firm fingers.

Fu Jinghong panted lightly, and reached down to hold Wen Ruyu's place.

Wen Ruyu's place was already half-hard, and Fu Jinghong's grip made it a little harder.

Fu Jinghong slowly rubbed and fondled Wen Ruyu's place through his trousers, while squinting his eyes and leaning on Wen Ruyu's body.

Wen Ruyu also let out an unbearable gasp, and the force in his hand was accidentally a little heavier, Fu Jinghong groaned with some dissatisfaction, and in retaliation, he also intensified his force in his hand and rubbed it hard.

However, Wen Ruyu let out a long low moan, and the place that was already hardened became a little bit stiffer.

In Wen Ruyu's eyes, Fu Jinghong saw his half-closed eyes and blurred expression, and speeded up the movements of his hands with some dissatisfaction, and Wen Ruyu's eyes also slowly revealed a blurred expression.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghong curled his lips, lowered his head, and began to lick and kiss Wen Ruyu's neck.

Wen Ruyu's skin was warm, and at this moment, due to emotion, it was already approaching the point of boiling hot.

Fu Jinghong was rubbed just right by his hand, his eyes became more and more blurred, but the place where Wen Ruyu was held in his hand kept moving.

The two comforted each other in the white jade pond. In the hazy water vapor, the two gradually entangled figures were reflected in the pool water.

After the two of them let out at the same time, Fu Jinghong leaned back rather weakly, leaning his back against the cold pool wall.

He was out of breath and his mind was almost blank.

At this moment, Wen Ruyu approached him again, leaning over to cover Fu Jinghong's body.

Wen Ruyu's skin was scorching hot, which was in sharp contrast to the cold wall of the pool behind her, giving her a feeling of ice and fire.

At this moment, Fu Jinghong was too lazy to even raise his hand, so he just glanced at Wen Ruyu with raised eyebrows.

After all, this is still in the territory of the Devil's Cult, so you can't do too much...

However, Wen Ruyu didn't seem to understand the meaning expressed in Fu Jinghong's eyes, she lowered her head and pecked and kissed Fu Jinghong's lips again.

At the same time, he clasped Fu Jinghong's waist with one hand and lifted it up slightly, while the other hand raised Fu Jinghong's leg.

Fu Jinghong paused, and felt that Wen Ruyu stiffened up again and pressed against his back.

Seeing Fu Jinghong's slightly dull expression, Wen Ruyu smiled softly.

"Wait……"

Before Fu Jinghong finished speaking, Fu Jinghong clasped his waist tightly and slowly invaded.

Wen Ruyu went straight into it without even doing any pioneering work...

Fu Jinghong shrank back, and then was hugged even tighter by Wen Ruyu. Wen Ruyu's strength was very strong, as if trying to embed him in his body.

Because of this movement, Wen Ruyu seemed to have penetrated a little deeper.

Following the lubrication of the water, Wen Ruyu entered smoothly.

It wasn't until being entered into the deepest part that Fu Jinghong slowly came to his senses.

He seems to be oppressed again... It's fine that he had to detoxify the poison before, but why is he still subdued by the female after the detoxification?It's fine once it's like this, but every time it's a female under the sway?

Sensing Fu Jinghong's distraction, Wen Ruyu smiled slightly, bit the corner of Fu Jinghong's lips punitively, and then slowly withdrew.

The sudden emptiness made Fu Jinghong frowned in a daze, and then Wen Ruyu suddenly grabbed his waist and rushed in.

Fu Jinghong was so overwhelmed by this blow that he couldn't help but groaned, and before he had time to react, Wen Ruyu's more hasty movements interrupted his thoughts.

Wen Ruyu moved gently on his lips, but the movements below him were completely different and hasty.

Fu Jinghong was close to his skin, feeling Wen Ruyu's scorching temperature and the cold pool wall behind him, and almost didn't know what day it was.

On the pool water, mist filled the air, and Fu Jinghong gradually couldn't see Wen Ruyu's expression clearly, but he could feel Wen Ruyu's scorching skin more clearly.

Fu Jinghong gradually narrowed his eyes and raised his neck.

Wen Ruyu lowered her head and bit his fair neck, neither light nor heavy, and then lightly licked the bitten place with the tip of her tongue.

Fu Jinghong shuddered slightly from the numbness, opened his eyes and looked at Wen Ruyu.

Wen Ruyu happened to raise her head to look at Fu Jinghong, with soft eyes in her dark eyes.

That gaze was soft but persistent, which made Fu Jinghong startled and trembled slightly.

Wen Ruyu smiled slightly at Fu Jinghong, leaned over and teased the tip of his ear with the tip of her tongue.

His scorching breath puffed behind Fu Jinghong's ear, and said softly: "Even if we are not destined, I will make you my destiny..."