Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Shen Shu stood by the spring pool, listening to the trembling calls of the people in the spring.

The field of vision is occupied by the creamy whiteness, and the charming scene that is difficult to see on weekdays and only staged in dreams is being staged in front of your eyes.

Blood surged instinctively in his body, but Shen Shu's face remained expressionless.

He knew it was just an illusion.

Ye Yunlan would never show such a weak attitude in front of him. That person is used to being patient and also used to being silent. If the injury really happened, he would just suffer it in silence and would not ask for help at all, let alone anyone. human mercy.

…Like a white plum growing in the ice and snow, lonely and silent, it looks fragile and fragile, but there are some things that are indestructible.

"Shu'er..."

The voice of the person in the spring came from afar, hoarse and seductive.

The snow-white figure supported the bank of the pool, leaning towards it like a fish swimming.

His long eyelashes were stained with crystal tears, and ten hands stretched upwards, with five slender fingers blooming like lotus flowers, and they were lifted up like sacrifices, trying to get close to him with all their strength.

"help me……"

Shen Shu's Adam's apple rolled, feeling that his body was inevitably hot, and his throat was also thirsty.His eyes became very dark and deep, and after a moment, he said in a low voice: "I really want to help Master. I really want, really want..."

As he spoke, his long eyelashes half drooped, looking at the snow-white figure in the spring, a look of indifference suddenly appeared on his rosy face full of desire.

"Unfortunately, you are not him."

The tip of the Remnant Light Sword was raised, swayed slightly, and passed through the snow-white figure.

The people in the spring opened their eyes wide, and their raised hands fell weakly.

"Shen Shu," there was resentment in its voice, "I hate you..."

It poured into the spring water, and its body turned into a red butterfly and flew away.

The secluded blue spring water has returned to calm, like a mirror with ten smooth surfaces, but the dense mist around it still lingers.

Shen Shu closed his eyes.

Even though he knew that the other party was a phantom, the bitter words still lingered.

He remembered the decision he made before coming to this secret realm, and slowly pursed his lips into ten lines.

He couldn't help thinking, if he really did that to Ye Yunlan, would the other party hate him.

And the answer is beyond doubt.

He clenched the remnant light sword in his hand, told himself not to think too much, and then looked around intently, wanting to continue to explore beyond the dense fog.

But suddenly, two snow-white and slender hands wrapped around his neck from behind, silently, climbing up like vines.

Ten kinds of strange and familiar cold fragrances surrounded him.

Someone softly whispered in his ear: "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu's body froze, and he didn't get rid of him immediately.

"It's so tiring to be a teacher... Let me take ten rest for my teacher."

As the other party spoke, his thin body leaned on his back, so light that he could hardly feel any weight, like ten springs wrapped around him, and the cool fragrance made people sink.

Compared with the seductive Xuebai just now, the quiet cuddle now makes it even more difficult for him to break free.

Is it an illusion?he thinks.

It's an illusion.he told himself.

Probably only the illusion, that person? Leaning on his back like this, saying that he wanted to rest for ten?

The other party's thin body leaned against his back, as if wanting to absorb the warmth, and the soft breath sprayed on his neck.

Shen Shu felt his throat getting more thirsty.

He pursed his lips for a long time, and finally said ten times in a hoarse voice.

"let me go."

There was sword energy in his body, and he pushed away all the foreign objects that did not belong to him.

The hands wrapped around his chest, the breath gushing up to his neck, and the soft snuggle behind him all dissipated like a cloud of smoke when they were pushed away by the sword energy.

He suddenly turned around, only to see endless gray mist.

After being silent for a long while, he held the Remnant Light Sword ten more times, and walked into the dense fog alone.

The spring water in the rear had dissipated when he stepped out, and he cut out the sword light.It is difficult to open a road in the dense fog.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shen Shu suddenly heard the sound of Guqin from far away.

The thick fog subsided, and he saw ten bamboo buildings and ten windows.

Shi? Mo's familiar figure was sitting cross-legged by the window, stroking the strings.

He watched quietly.

When the person in the window is sitting upright with downcast eyes, he looks like a drooping and blooming white plum. As long as you look at him, you can easily feel the peace and tranquility of the years.

Then, I never want to go away.

As if aware of his gaze, the man looked up, with a soft smile on his lips.

"You're back." The man said, "Husband."

He was startled, with a trace of confusion on his face, and stopped by the door for a while.

Just not ten? After a while, that trace of confusion disappeared.

He nodded, walked into the bamboo building, and put the long sword in his hand on the table.

The other party got up from the piano table, came over and took off his coat for him, put it away and put it aside.

He gently teased the man's eyelashes with his fingertips, and the man turned away uncomfortably, but his cheeks and ears were stained with crimson.

He went to the back kitchen, cooked the food, and put it on the table when he came back. Looking up, it was getting dusk outside the window.The orange-red sunset reflects the earth, paving everything in the house with a hazy and warm color.

After the two of them had dinner together for ten minutes, he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and boiled another ten barrels of hot water. After the man finished taking a bath, he washed himself in the bathtub.

By the time I got back to my bedroom, it was already dark.

While the candle was flickering, he saw the man wearing only a plain white coat, leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through ten yellowed volumes.

The man sat in the middle, and there was still a lot of space beside him, which was specially reserved for him.

He walked over lightly, seeing that the man was still focused on it and didn't notice him, he pursed his lips and reached out to grab the man's scroll.

The man raised his eyelashes to look at him without being annoyed, his cold brows showed a soft and soft color in the candlelight, and his black eyes were like warm jade.

He put the scroll aside, except for his boots, sat on the bed, and stretched his arms around the man's thin shoulders.

The man didn't struggle, he just leaned against his chest.

He played with the man's ten strands of black hair with his fingers, bowed his head and said a dozen or so funny stories and jokes that he had encountered recently, the other party listened, and from time to time let out light and pleasant laughter, which made his body tremble slightly.

The other person's body temperature has always been low, he held him in his arms for a while, and then gradually warmed him up, and felt very satisfied.

The hair of the two had already been let down, entangled in one place in the gap, regardless of each other, flowing in the firelight.

Before I knew it, the night was already deep.

He raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and was about to lull him to sleep, when his sleeve was suddenly pulled by him.

"What?" he said.

Suddenly felt that person leaning forward, touching his Adam's apple with slightly cool lips.

It wasn't such an explicit way of flirting, but it seemed like a flame was burning inside him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he said hoarsely.

The other party didn't answer, but the slightly cool lips still touched his protruding Adam's apple, kissing ten times and then ten times.Then, something slippery and soft stretched out cautiously, and gently licked his Adam's apple.

...! ! !

He trembled ten times, and almost couldn't control himself, making uncontrollable actions.

But the opponent's movement still did not stop.

The hands that were used to play the piano during the day were undressing him.

The cold, distant fragrance rushed into the tip of the nose, and the slender and pale fingers were extremely conspicuous in the dark, almost thrilling.

He suddenly grabbed the opponent's hand, gritted his teeth again and repeated: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know," the man said softly, "...husband."