A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Not just love letters here.

He saw that the snow-white letter paper, which had been trampled under his feet and was filthy, turned white. When it was placed in his hands, the paper became dry and brittle. This may be due to the absorption of water, but relatively, All traces of filth were gone.

The love letter was restored to its original creases as much as possible, and the surface was coated with a moisture-proof film by spiritual power. It was carefully protected and stored here at first sight.

Meng Xianjue's mind was in turmoil.

There is no doubt that this box belongs to Cheng Weiwan.

The box is low-key and rigorous, even without decorative patterns, a simple glance, some people may only think that this is an ordinary wooden box, the wooden box may contain some fragmentary and messy things, which are not usually used But not willing to throw away the sundries.

There is a simple knot on the surface of the box, and at the end of the knot there are two pendants hanging from both sides, which is Cheng Weiwan's style.

Originally, Meng Xianjue's mood was very chaotic, and with this addition, the turbulent emotions in his heart were no less than the inversion of the rivers and lakes, and the world was turned upside down. He spread the love letter on the ground, pressed it with his hands, and tried his best to make it smoother. He closed his eyes, and some pictures that he had hidden in his heart suddenly broke into his mind.

He thought of Cheng Weiwan's expression when he read the letter.

With downcast eyes, half-smile, silver-white hair slid down his shoulders, white and slender fingers clamped the thin paper, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, as if he was reading those simple and heart-pounding words on his letter paper.

Thinking back on these scenes, Meng Xianjue felt his heart beating as Cheng Weiwan read the words.

Flame, magma, surging and surging in Meng Xianjue's mind.

This love letter has been cherished?

Like the thin blade that splits darkness and light in the eternal night, it suddenly shines in Meng Xianjue's heart.

At this time, he found that maybe he liked Cheng Weilat more than he thought.

He is insatiable and he wants more.

He wanted Cheng Weiwan's eyes to look at him all the time.

Meng Xianjue is a silent activist. He tried his best to breathe a few times to stabilize his mind and force himself to withdraw from that urgent and tense dangerous state.

He stabilized his figure, walked slowly, and walked towards Cheng Weiwan.

Qianli originally curled up next to Cheng Weiwan and slept soundly, when he heard the movement at the door, he raised his square head in a daze, and looked at the door suspiciously.

Meng Xianjue came back to his senses amid the surging waves of his heart, he raised his head silently, only to see Qianli tilting his head, looking in Meng Xianjue's direction.

Meng Xianjue's eyes gradually dimmed.

The little thing didn't wake up, it looked like it raised its head, but in fact it was still in a half-dream and half-awake state. Meng Xianjue concentrated on sensing it for a while, but didn't feel the spiritual power fluctuations in Qianli's body at all.

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips, quietly walked towards the bed.

Qianli likes Cheng Weiwan to death, so he only remembers Cheng Weiwan's breath, when he feels the intrusion of a strange breath, his instinct is to get up and protect Cheng Weiwan.

But Cheng Weiwan's sleeping posture today was not very good, not stable, as soon as he felt movement around him, he subconsciously grasped his long and slender body.

Qianli: "qaq"

Qianli's will was obviously not firm, so he curled his tail into a small ball, and quietly gave a little to Cheng Weiwan's hand, but it was a little strange, he found a familiar feeling from this strange breath, this This feeling confused him.

And Cheng Weiwan held on to it, which made him have no time to think, and just wanted to get into Cheng Weiwan's warm embrace.

It's really a sweet burden~【Show hands】

It didn't perceive the crisis in the breath of the person who came, Cheng Weiwan invited him to sleep together again, the little thing floated so fast that it was about to turn into a cloud in the sky, and then lay down again unsteadily.

However, in Meng Xianjue's view, all of this is because the little thing is by Wanwan's side, can snuggle in Wanwan's arms, hug and kiss secretly with Wanwan, but he can't. , like a living person, raised his head and dismissed him.This is a blatant provocation to him.

Meng Xianjue's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Qianli, who was lying softly, with a gloomy expression.

As the creator of Qianli, he knows Qianli best.

Qianli would definitely do something that provoked his anger.

Meng Xianjue pursed his thin lips, his anger still not dissipated, and he shot directly, carefully removing Cheng Weiwan's hand from Qianli's body, Qianli had already fallen asleep again, after feeling a hand grabbing him, Thinking it was Cheng Weiwan, she rubbed the back of her hand miserably.

Meng Xianjue stared at it.

If Qianli raised his head, he could see Meng Xianjue's gloomy and cold eyes.

Xiaoqianli in his sleep: "..."

Even so, it felt a murderous aura.

With a blank expression on his face, Meng Xianjue picked up Qianli and threw it directly into the corner of the bed.

Qianli was finally willing to wake up, and just wanted to reprimand and ask who it was, when he raised his eyes and saw Meng Xianjue, whose face was as black as coal—in the gloomy night, his face was really as black as coal.

There is no difference from night.

Qianli: "嘤qaq"

Qianli kept silent, not daring to speak anymore, curled up into a small cloth ball, and rolled into an inconspicuous corner automatically.

And Meng Xianjue's anger didn't show any signs of subsiding, on the contrary, it became more vigorous. He stood beside the bed for a long time, he wanted to do many excessive and crazy things, but he was timid.

He tried his best to restrain his desires and impulses, and he did his best just to keep his rationality and stand still.

When Cheng Weiwan fell asleep, he always had to grab or hold something. At first, he felt that the small piece of cloth that had been warmed by him was gone, and he struggled to wake up to see what was going on, but suddenly he feel

A warmer and softer thing was stuffed into his palm, and Cheng Weiwan's heart calmed down instantly. He said in a daze, "Why did you get up? Don't sleep for a while?"

Meng Xianjue didn't speak, but let Cheng Weiwan pull him, trying to give Cheng Weiwan a little more warmth.

Cheng Weiwan didn't even think about waiting for the response from the person opposite, so she firmly grasped the outstretched hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Meng Xianjue was silent in the shadow of the moonlight, gently, timidly, and restrainedly kissed Cheng Weiwan's forehead.

When Cheng Weiwan woke up, he found that there was nothing around him. He rubbed his sore muscles suspiciously, wondering how the more he slept, the more tired he was, but when he turned around, he only saw the man under the bed, who seemed to be holding his own dick in his mouth. The tail, the chirping Chili.

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

"Qianli, why did you get out of bed?"

Qianli formed a group pitifully, which gave Cheng Weiwan the illusion that Qianli was looking at him tearfully.

Cheng Weiwan put on her clothes and got out of bed, supported Qianli with one hand, patted its small head, and said, "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Qianli immediately lowered her tail, put her head into Cheng Weiwan's arms, and acted like a baby.

Cheng Weiwan was itchy from being rubbed against it, so he had no choice but to wrap it around his wrist twice, raised his hand and performed a cleansing formula, and then caught a glimpse of the wooden box on the table.

The wooden box was tightly snapped together, placed squarely on the table, and the shape of the knot changed.

Even though the answer was already in front of him, Cheng Weiwan still reached out to touch the spirit sac without giving up - the place where the wooden box should have been placed was empty.

Cheng Weiwan took a deep breath.

The box has been moved, but it can move this box. There are four living creatures on the spirit ship. Apart from himself and Qianli, only Meng Xianjue and Ling Siyao are left. Will not intentionally break the knot that seals the box to see what's inside, so...

Only Meng Xianjue was left.

At that moment, those dusty thoughts, the clues that he intentionally covered up in the corner, were rummaged out from the thick dust cloth, and he was the last person he wanted to be seen...

Cheng Weiwan couldn't tell what she was feeling at this moment, but at this moment she must be feeling ashamed and annoyed, mixed with a bit of remorse.

Angrily, he threw the wooden box into the spirit bag, rolled up his sleeves, and pushed open the door with the vigor of wanting to find Meng Xianjue to settle accounts and fight

Found that Meng Xianjue was holding a food box and a bouquet of citrus flowers in his hand, and was about to bend his knuckles to knock on the door, when Meng Xianjue saw Cheng Weiwan, his pupils dilated slightly.

Cheng Weiwan had the attitude of "you came just in time and I want to settle accounts with you", but he endured it and planned to go around a few times with Meng Xianjue first: "Meng Xianjue, did you sleep well last night?"

Meng Xianjue's eyes were deep: "Last night, I didn't sleep well."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

When he looked up, he did see Meng Xianjue's blue eyes and the bloodshot eyes.

Meng Xianjue lowered his brows and looked very disappointed: "Wanwan, last night I was worried that you were not used to sleeping, so I came to have a look. I kicked something under your table and scattered it all over the place. I was worried that I would disturb you... "

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Did he ask about this matter? What's the matter with Meng Xianjue's self-appointment?

The petals of the citrus flower in Meng Xianjue's hand were affected by his emotions, and seemed to be withering. Cheng Weiwan had nothing to say, but seeing Meng Xianjue's dejected look, he couldn't get angry.

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

I'll try my best to perform in line with your performance.

"Oh, that should be something that fell out of the spiritual sac. I slept well last night," Cheng Weiwan changed the subject, "Then... have you seen what's inside?"

Meng Xianjue raised his head, this time, he did not dodge, his gaze was firm: "Look."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Just admit it...

Cheng Weiwan roared wildly in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, his red eyes fixed on Meng Xianjue's direction, and was about to speak, Meng Xianjue said again: "Wanwan, you also took care of the love letter I wrote to you."

"I... I'm very happy."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

When Meng Xianjue looked away from Cheng Weiwan, the pitiful and disappointed mood disappeared, replaced by a satisfied smile.

He gently put the food box on the table, held the citrus flowers in his hand, and took Cheng Weiwan's hand, he held Cheng Weiwan's hand, and also held the bouquet of flowers.

"Wanwan, I love you, I am everywhere."