The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

Zhou Jing was flustered by her sudden question, and instantly let go of the hand around the girl's waist. Her ears were flushed, and she quickly glanced at her Zhou Zhou, and said guiltily, "I didn't!"

Her reaction was very cute. Qin Ji laughed and fell on her. She had known her for many years, and it was the first time she saw a mature and steady benefactor showing such an embarrassing gesture. Grabbing the benefactor's neck, her watery eyes were filled with unresolved affection: "It doesn't matter if there is. I just want to be dirty by Ah Jingjing alone. What about you, do you want to?"

The beauty softened her waist and flaunted her charm to her heart's content. For a while, Zhou Jing couldn't take it anymore, her gaze swept over the girl's soft red lips, and moved down inch by inch to the neck and collarbone that were not covered by the clothes. She didn't dare to look again, lest she would be rude.

Since the girl said it out loud, how could she let her go easily: "Do you want to?"

Zhou Jing, one head and two big, hesitated to speak, and finally put his arms around her waist again, and whispered to her ear: "Do you know what 'dirty' is?"

"Understood." Qin Ji raised her eyebrows: "I really understand. Men and women are that kind of thing." The corners of her lips curled up: "As for women and women, it's..."

She whispered softly, relying on the fact that she was in a dream, she put her benefactor's ruddy and small earlobe in her mouth: "When I was 15 years old, my benefactor said he loved me. After waking up, I found a picture book and studied it. I learned a lot. You just say whether you want it or not." , how are you?"

Zhou Jing was made numb by her. He firmly restrained the urge to push people under him, took a deep breath, and nodded awkwardly: "I think."

She admitted that Qin Ji was full of tenderness but became shy.She pretended not to hear clearly, intending to play tricks, shaking Zhou Jing's neck: "Ah Jing, I'm probably drunk. I was so drunk that I started talking nonsense."

She literally opened her eyes and said nonsense, and Zhou Jing laughed angrily at her, and her white knuckles lifted the girl's white chin, seeing that her eyes were slightly sore and misty, so she changed to gently caressing, coaxing in a hoarse voice: "Then Woolen cloth?"

Qin Ji belatedly realized that she was playing with fire, her lips parted slightly, and her voice was unsteady: "If you want, you can do it now. Do you want it?"

Jumping back and forth between teasing and being teased, Zhou Jing's heartbeat was out of balance, and he kissed her eyes reverently, breathing quickly: "Stop talking."

The girl's hand caressed the heart of the benefactor who brought her up, focusing on feeling the implicit enthusiasm of the flesh and blood body, and the shyness at the tip of her heart slowly dissipated.

She said softly: "Really, I don't lie to you, you can do whatever you want. I just don't know if I can hold on until things are done before waking up. Benefactor, you don't know, there are too many people who want to dirty me, but I only want you to come and bloom at your fingertips."

"Ah Jing..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she said in a breathless voice: "I am lucky...to be possessed by you?"

Thousands of miles away, in an extremely cold place, in an ice cave.The snow-haired woman with thin lips moved her fingertips violently, and fell silent in the raging wind, snow and severe cold for a moment.

The young girl is charming and sentimental, and frequently seduces the soul of her sweetheart. Zhou Jing is not a gentleman who can sit still.

The snow-clean jade body flashed in front of her eyes, and the girl's figure was suddenly blown away by the wind. She was stunned for a moment, unable to vent her anger, and jumped into the lake.

Qin Ji woke up.

Woke up at the wrong time.

At sunset and dusk, she had this dream for an hour and a half.When she woke up, she couldn't tell whether it was frustration or embarrassment. In the dream, she did seduce her benefactor, and thus saw another side of her benefactor besides his calmness.

She loves it.I like the forbearance and restraint in her eyes when she looks at her, and her cute look of embarrassment and guilt.However, even the extreme joy couldn't stop the moment when the clothes were torn off, and the shame suddenly surged from the tip of his heart, even in a dream, he immediately woke up.

The body is crisp and numb, and I don't want to move.Qin Ji turned her face away in shame, thinking of the reaction her benefactor might have if she suddenly walked away, she burst out laughing.

I really like teasing her.Is this belated rebellion?

Qin Ji crossed her jade legs, and felt the delicate dampness of the lotus root. She blushed like a cloud, thought for a while, and walked to the bathroom to take a bath with her soft legs.

She planned to guard her body like jade for her benefactor, so she would be a loving couple with her in her dream, and do everything a lover would want to do.The benefactor lives in her dream, and she has absolutely no reason to treat her badly, otherwise, if he ran away, she would not know where to cry.

Unexpectedly, the first attempt was like a deserter throwing away his helmet and armor.

She sat in the bathtub and covered her face silently, maybe next time she could remind her benefactor to be gentle, such a hasty look would frighten her.

Two quarters of an hour later, Qin Ji got up and got dressed, spread a white paper on the desk with a pretty ruddy face, and started to draw.

White clothes, snow hair, a pair of fox eyes, a graceful figure, a slender figure, and a coquettish smile, are all her favorite looks in this life.

As she was drawing and painting, the girl became obsessed with it for a while.He thought strangely: the benefactor's movement of pulling her clothes is really very familiar, as if he has practiced it thousands of times in private.

She rubbed her reddened face, and thought: This time, it's Ouhua deep in love, what about next time?

The dream is controlled by her, and she is the master of the world in that dream, she squints her eyes slightly, imagining what kind of scene she will meet the person in her dream next time.

Looking out of the window, Qin Ji slowly withdrew her eyes, and finally fell on the woman's narrow and beautiful eyes on the drawing paper, she chuckled: "What do you want next time? My good benefactor."

The pulp of his fingertips has traced that person's pretty and vivid face, but he dare not touch it, lest the fairy figure he just painted will be dirty and lose his appearance.She sighed faintly: You can do whatever you want.

The girl's longing is heavy. The seeds were planted at the age of eight, the roots took root at the age of 13, and the flowers of love bloomed at the age of 15. They are swaying to this day, with a subtle fragrance and charming.

Who would have thought that the indifferent and indifferent luthier in Liuyan Hall would fall in love with someone early on?And the love is deeply rooted in the dream, and I hope that the body and mind will agree.

The painting was framed and hung on the wall. Qin Ji rested her chin in one hand and looked at it quietly: the person in the painting was sitting in a boat, holding a wine glass in her hand, raising her eyebrows and smiling gently.

"That's great," she said softly.

It is much better than men and women in the world with filthy air.

The difference between clouds and mud.

Tired of looking up, she took down the picture scroll and put it in a nanmu box. Looking around, there were all framed scrolls inside. The box was locked and treasured by her.

Such a good lover, she was reluctant to show it to others.

Holding the piano and walking out the door, the girl sat under the pear tree in the small courtyard and played the piano music. The summer breeze brushed her white dress, and her hair was flying, which was too beautiful to behold.

It's no wonder that such a woman who is as ice as snow has attracted many coveted.

As the saying goes, beauty misleads people, but most of the time it is the greed of the world that misleads beauty.

Ten miles of Pinghu Lake, the big boat with carved beams and painted buildings, the hall is full of young men and women dressed in beautiful clothes, drinking wine and drinking wine.

Originally, she and her sisters in the museum went out to visit the lake, but she did not expect to meet all the family members of Qiushui City, and was invited here, and there were also several well-known talented scholars sitting at the same table.

There are four gold-lettered signboards in the Liuyan Hall of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, and any one of them can be called a "master" in their respective fields. Lian Shu is quite proud of calligraphy, and in the face of everyone's admiration, he said a few words of humility.

Sitting in the upper position, Shi Jiazi played with the wine bottle in his hands, pretending to look around: "The chess, calligraphy and painting are all here, where is the piano?"

To say that the most beautiful thing in Liuyan Pavilion is the cold luthier.

Hearing him ask about Qin Ji, Lian Shu's smile couldn't reach her eyes: "You don't know her yet? She doesn't like to go out the most. Good-looking beauties don't like gold, silver and silk. They like to stay in the house and daydream. They live in Baiyu Street In such a prosperous place, she lives like a hermit living in the city, do you think she is strange?"

The man took a sip of the peach blossom wine: "No matter how strange it is, she is also a cold, proud and charming beauty."

All the people at the table smiled ambiguously.

Yes, she is as beautiful as Qin Ji, and no one cares about whether she plays the piano well or whether the music can be handed down to the world. A beautiful word is enough to break the hearts of the world, not to mention the beauty, the beauty has excellent character.

Some time ago, in order to compete for the opportunity to listen to Qin Ji's melody in person, everyone from the wealthy princes to the rich and powerful businessmen spent money and made their eyes red.

The sanctimonious literati and poets in the literary world criticize Qin Ji as a confidante. It's ridiculous that both men and women are rushing to be harmed by her.But Hongyan regards the daughter as dung, shuts the door and doesn't see her, very arrogant.

Qin Ji will be eighteen in three months, and there are people everywhere who want to fold flowers by hand.

"If she doesn't come, this banquet will lose most of its fun."

Several talented scholars thought it was true, and the talented women in Liuyan Hall changed their faces when they heard this.

Lian Shu had the best relationship with them, and spoke the most intimately: "Oh? Are you clearly trying to offend us?"

Shi Jiazi smiled and raised his glass to make amends: "Where is it? My fault, I will punish myself with a glass, Wanwang sisters don't care about me."

It was a lot of laughing and cursing again.Talking about Fengyue, young men and women have to use wine to volatile their talents.

At dusk at sunset, the talented women of Liuyan Hall got off the boat and returned together. Mo Qi and Wan Hua walked beside Lian Shu, talking dissatisfaction on their lips. without them.

She was born to lose a few chips in appearance, and was born to be overwhelmed by a person who doesn't like to go out to socialize a lot in terms of talent and fame. Mo Qi muttered: "I really can't be reconciled. Qin Ji is so cold, what's so good about her?"

Wanhua snorted coldly: "Food and sex are also the gold-lettered signboard of Liuyan Pavilion. If you want to blame it, you can blame us for our bad luck. We don't have that unparalleled allure, let alone that seductive figure. Qin Ji is young. You are so talented, I can't wait to compare."

The yin and yang are weird, no matter how they sound, it doesn't sound like a good word.

On the boat, Lian Shu didn't change his face and criticized Qin Ji in front of everyone, saying that she had a weird personality.At that time, in front of the "good sisters" in the museum, she would not speak for Qin Ji.

Thinking of the hard nail she encountered before going out, she said unhurriedly: "Yeah, it's Qin Ji who makes people's heart itch but not what they want."

They are all talented women with a lot of words in their stomachs. Literati look down on each other, and so do beauties.

The four gold-lettered signboards of Liuyan Hall are not from very good backgrounds, and Mo Qi wants to marry a good family with his talent and looks, and fly to the branches to become a phoenix.However, someone was born to be a golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop, and she was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

As for Wan Hua, Wan Hua is not jealous of Qin Ji's face, even if she is reincarnated ten or eight times, that face may not be comparable to one-tenth of it.

She was jealous of Qin Ji's immense talent.

She accidentally saw Qin Ji's paintings, and she was ashamed of herself, fearing that this person would steal her reputation as a "little painting fairy", so she had an inexplicable hostility towards the girl.

It is too easy for literati to slander a person.It's a pity that Qin Ji is so beautiful, after all, there are many people who love her.

Mo Qi smiled inexplicably and said, "Sister Ashu, isn't she on good terms with you? Why don't you talk to her when you're out?"

Because I wish everyone hated her and treated her coldly.In this way, she can stay by my side in peace and contentment, and she can only see my kindness to her.

She didn't say a word, holding the picture as if she had realized everything: "Tsk. She is so pitiful. There are so many sisters, but no one treats her sincerely."

Am I treating her badly?Lian Shu thought to herself: She is so beautiful, how can I protect her if more people chase after her?Only when her reputation is ruined, those rich and powerful who really pride themselves on their status will not want to get their hands on her.

"Do you think people like Qin Ji will hand themselves over willingly one day?"

"Will you?" Mo Qi asked back.

Wan Hua squeezed the veil tightly and smiled without saying a word: In her opinion, if she is lucky enough to get a good-looking infatuated person, why not hand it over?

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Thinking that the ice-like and snow-like beauty would also be soft and soft. Spring, she would succumb to others, Lian Shu clenched her palms tightly, and quickened her pace to return to the Liuyan Hall first.

——She wanted to have a good talk with Qin Ji.