A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan actually did little research on those meaningful flowers. He moved his slightly stiff body, bent down, and picked up a small flower. Sent it to his nose for a sniff, then he raised his eyes, his brows and eyes curved: "Did you do it?"

Meng Xianjue's Adam's apple slipped, and he said with some difficulty: "Yes."

Cheng Weiwan kept a straight face on purpose: "Do you really like me?"

The thousand miles that were sent to him are still wrapped around his wrist at this moment, and the love letter has been dipped in water by him bit by bit with a cloth towel to wipe off the mud marks on the back, and it is lying quietly on his soul at this moment. in the bag.

Meng Xianjue has experienced many life-and-death moments, and he has never been afraid. As Wu Zhong said, even if the internal organs flow out of the blood hole, he can still stuff them back and continue beating, continuing to fight desperately.

He was a little nervous, and clumsily took out the jade pendant that Cheng Weiwan gave him from his pocket, his eyes seemed to be hiding something, and lightning flashed cracklingly: "Wanwan, the jade pendant you gave me last time, I It's still there."

Cheng Weiwan slid his gaze away from Meng Xianjue's, and his gaze suddenly fell on the two reddish-brown drops of blood on the surface of the emerald jade.

Meng Xianjue also lowered his head, and when he saw the blood stains, his face was flustered for the first time. He lowered his eyes, wiped off the blood stains with his cuffs, and then sent the jade that sealed Xiaohua to Cheng Wei Before the evening, I have to prove that I am really keeping it.

Cheng Weiwan gently pushed Meng Xianjue's hand back, dried the small tangerine flower with spiritual power, then decomposed it, and sent it to Meng Xianjue. Meng Xianjue had no defense against Zeng Chengweiwan. Hiding his doubts, he let this little flower fly towards him, and then, like a butterfly flapping its wings, it landed steadily on his lapel.

The aura dissipated, and the light yellow citrus flowers were sealed on his skirt, forming a rather interesting dark pattern.

Visible to the light.

Meng Xianjue smiled indulgently, and only urged him: "Wanwan, we should go back."

Cheng Weiwan patted the dust on his hands, and answered irrelevant questions: "I didn't think too much about it, but don't worry, this pattern will fall off tomorrow, and it won't affect the beauty of your whole dress."

Meng Xianjue just smiled lightly and didn't say anything.

If possible, he hoped that the flower would never disappear.

Cheng Weiwan walked to the innermost part of the cold storage, looked left and right, and finally came back with the biggest dead fruit in his arms, with a smile on his brows and eyes: "Go back and eat the frozen dead fruit, don't poke it there, come quickly close the door."

Meng Xianjue didn't understand the meaning of "Bingbing", he frowned slightly, guessed a lot, and finally got a rough answer, but when he came back to his senses, he saw that Cheng Weiwan was already bouncing away, he With a helpless laugh, the ghostly aura immediately clings to his wrist, and the iron door closes in response.

Cheng Weiwan was surprised, on such a spirit ship that wished to be bigger than the palace of a mortal emperor, even a fruit knife could not be found?

Cheng Weiwan was about to turn the whole spirit ship upside down, and finally he was discouraged, and slumped heavily on the chair with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Ling Siyao was watching the excitement, wishing that there were no melon seeds to watch the show: "At night, you can cut the melon with a bare hand and a knife. This is not the real world, and you can't use up all your spiritual power."

Cheng Weiwan disagreed: "How can you cut a watermelon with your own hands, there is no sense of ritual at all."

That's right, the appearance of the dead fruit is exactly the same as the watermelon in the present world. The black texture on the skin of the dead fruit is similar to the ghostly aura emitted by corpses and ghosts. It's gone fruit.

However, the only difference is that in Tianlu, the dead fruit is extremely precious, and one dead fruit is worth three high-grade spirit stones.

This concept is like exchanging three diamonds for one watermelon in this world.

Cheng Weiwan was worried that Meng Xianjue would overhear their conversation, so he had doubts in his heart, so as soon as he finished speaking, he quietly raised his eyelids and glanced at Meng Xianjue.

He only saw Meng Xianjue sitting far away, looking at him intently and seriously.

Obviously he didn't hear their conversation, but after Meng Xianjue noticed that Cheng Weiwan was looking at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his eyes shone slightly, and he smiled.

Cheng Weiwan withdrew her gaze in an instant, and the tips of her ears turned red, but she let out a sigh of relief.

In the end, he took out a sharp dagger from his spiritual pouch, and decisively cut the fruit of the dead into two halves.

Immediately, the bright red juice splashed, and the tender and fluffy flesh was revealed in front of them without any cover.

The pulp of the dead fruit was sweet and refreshing, Cheng Weiwan secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and neatly cut the dead fruit into corners of similar size with a knife, Ling Siyao was not polite, just picked up a corner and gnawed it.

Cheng Weiwan never imagined that after coming to this world for so long, he could comfortably eat melons and fruits to relieve the heat in the dry and hot air.

Ling Siyao smiled openly, and greeted Meng Xianjue from a distance: "Hey, come here, if you don't eat, there won't be any left."

Only then did Meng Xianjue stand up slowly, and walked towards the two of them, gently stroking the small citrus flower on the front of his shirt with his fingers.

Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao had finished their fight, the sky was already gloomy, Ling Siyao casually found an excuse to go back to the room to rest, Cheng Weiwan turned to look at Meng Xianjue who had no intention of leaving, and made insinuations Said: "Today you are tired all day, don't you need to go back to rest?"

After helping Cheng Weiwan wipe off the stains on the table, Meng Xianjue stood up reluctantly, with a gentle face under the dancing dim candlelight: "That night, I left, what a dream."

Cheng Weiwan wiped off the water stains on the table, smiled and waved to him: "Good night."

The surrounding light is dim, which will give people the illusion of "this is where they belong".

Cheng Weiwan's smile was imprinted in Meng Xianjue's mind, and he almost ran away.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know how fatal it was to Meng Xianjue when he laughed just now.

Meng Xianjue always had a tight string in his mind to remind himself not to cross the boundary at all times, but after so many days, he only felt that his fragile reason was about to be burned at that moment.

That string seemed to be a fully stretched bow, and the middle part was ridiculously high, which greatly enlarged his original danger zone.

It's only one step away, as long as Cheng Weiwan takes another small step towards him.

The self-control that Meng Xianjue was so proud of would collapse completely.

Meng Xianjue's heartbeat was ridiculously fast, and his breathing gradually became short of breath. There seemed to be a beast hiding in his eyes, and the heavy breathing of that beast affected Meng Xianjue's judgment.

Frosty white skin, silvery white hair, wrapped in extreme tenderness, rubbed directly into his heart, able to melt all his defenses.

With such a big Tianlu, he could really find someone who suits him so well.

He likes it like crazy.

After Cheng Weiwan sent Meng Xianjue away, he took a hasty soak in the Lingquan to wash away the sweat that had recurred on his body. He hadn't dried his hair, and was still dripping with water, drowsily Just climbed into bed and went to sleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm too tired today, or because I'm aware of the blossoming of Meng Xianjue's old tree of mind. He feels hot all over his body, and he's not sure if he's asleep. Blood is rushing to that unspeakable place.

At that time, when Cheng Wei was studying at night, he didn't know his sexual orientation until very late. He knew only a little about such things, and he didn't understand them until the day he died.

After coming to this world, he was busy doing tasks and going home, and even ignored those things. He knew very little about these things, and he didn't deliberately arouse his desires. Today's situation is really Abnormal.

Cheng Weiwan's cheeks were flushed, his back was arched, he curled up under the thin quilt, with all his strength, he buried his head in the soft pillow, suppressed his breathing, and while he was half asleep and half awake, his hand was quietly attached.

Cheng Weiwan had a spring dream.

In the dream, his whole body was in pain, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat. Cheng Weiwan seemed to have searched through mountains and mountains to find the culprit of his discomfort. He stretched out his hand, but suddenly—a cold hand grabbed him.

Cheng Weiwan froze.

The window was opened, and the night wind was finally cool, blowing away the hot sweat on his cheeks, Cheng Weiwan moaned impatiently, looking for a comfortable position like a small animal, he slipped into the gap and curled up Rubbing her body, she suddenly felt something cold and soft falling on her cheek.

The sweet dream came to an abrupt end.

The owner of the hand retreated abruptly as if he had just woken up from a big dream. Cheng Weiwan groaned, but he couldn't get any comfort. He finally turned over angrily, and his consciousness gradually sank.

This dream was too real to be a dream.

Cheng Weiwan groaned for the last time, and his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

And the person who broke into the bedroom at night didn't dare to look at the alluring scene in front of him, and fled away.

But when passing by the square table in the room, he accidentally kicked a square box, the box slid far away, hit the wall, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

Meng Xianjue managed to stabilize his mind, forced himself not to look at the scenery on the bed, and planned to go to collect the scattered boxes and put them back where they were.

This box probably fell out accidentally when Cheng Weiwan rummaged through the spiritual pouch for the dagger in the evening.

Meng Xianjue gradually pulled away from the danger of losing his mind just now, but when he lowered his head again, he found out sadly.

Those few things once again pushed him to the peak of losing his mind.

He saw clearly through the moonlight.

There are only four items in the box.

The love letter he wrote, a small citrus flower that has been baked with spiritual power and preserved well, a water-repellent drop that is rare in the world, and a medicinal herb that is said to be extremely precious.

Meng Xianjue summed up the results.

This box is Cheng Weiwan's treasure chest.

Inside are precious treasures that are rare and hard to find.

But

Meng Xianjue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

Why, the love letter he wrote is also here?