The bright moon sits on the ground

There are not many people on the banks of the Lihe River. Occasionally, there are groups of people who come to relax, chattering and laughing, and just go to see the beautiful scenery in front of them. No one has time to notice what other people are doing.

Nie Qiu smoothed the long hair hanging from his temples to the back of his ears, and then pushed back his knotted shoulders. His hot breath was like a knotted rope, and he hummed deeply and shallowly. I just want to lean over and leave the hand. It's softer than a fluffy and sweet steamed cake. To be honest, their lips are not soft. When they kiss, it's like a piece of warm jade.

It happened to be such a cold and hard jade, but Nie Qiu felt that he couldn't get away, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, wanting to retreat but there was nowhere to retreat,? At this time, it seemed that he was stalking and looking forward to it, so he seemed free and easy,? He knew it in his heart, but he was still stuck in the mud.

He was too close, and he couldn't see the expression on Fang Qisheng's face clearly. He could only feel the back of his neck being touched. Calloused hands found 裿Ψyu ding from his hair and slowly rubbed against the back of his neck. Nie Qiu pressed Fang Qisheng's shoulder with a little force on that piece of soft meat, suppressing his subconscious desire to fight back, and decided to flatten it and let him touch it.

In this way, Nie Qiu's consciousness became a little clearer.

He knew that Fang Qisheng was indulging, and he didn't want to make progress and offend him, so he turned his head and forced himself out of the mud, hesitated for a moment, then rested his chin on Fang Qisheng's shoulder, just waiting for him to go away like a snipe luan .

"How?" Nie Qiu asked in a low voice, "Do you hate my closeness?"

The fingers pressed on the back of the neck paused, and Fang Qisheng commented pertinently: "It's not bad."

Nie Qiu couldn't figure out whether his words were good or bad, maybe his tone was too flat, Nie Qiu really wanted to look up at Ya Chui Jiesheng's expression at this time, but his hand was locked in his throat like manacles, He couldn't move, although he felt uncomfortable, he gradually got used to the trembling of his fragile neck when touched, it was probably like the pleasure mixed with the pain when he was injured.

Fang Qisheng's voice seemed careless, as if he remembered something by accident, he asked, "Do you like cats?"

"There are a lot of cats in Nie's house." Nie Qiu thought about Jixiu, and continued to follow this inexplicable topic, "I can't say how much I like or hate little fluffy animals like that. Why do you suddenly ask?" Well, do you want a cat?"

Fang Qisheng shook his head at first, and remembered that Nie Qiu couldn't see, so he answered casually, "Yang'er, I'm sorry, I brushed away the tangled black hair on the back of Nie Qiu's neck with my fingers, thinking, he thought before." That's right, just a slight touch will obediently reveal the vulnerable parts, no matter how impossible it is to face each other with minions, it is completely sincere and open trust.

He pondered for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and pulled out the folding fan from Nie Qiu's waist—Fang Qisheng never wore such an elegant thing as a fan, but Nie Qiu probably thought that the fan could shade both the sun and the rain, so he just happened to bring one today. .

With a "wow", he unfolded the fan of the bamboo bones, and he completely blocked the sight from the outside world.

Hearing the movement, Nie Qiu raised his head, and saw half of Fang Qisheng's face was hidden in the shadow at the bottom of the fan, his eyes were dimly lit, like the flickering lights in the hands of a watchman in the dead of night, with afterimages, It was very dazzling, and the voice was soaked in the quiet night, and the frequency was hoarse and low.He said: "I never knew you were a person who prefers to try things out."

So he was able to know Fang Qisheng's expression just now and kissed him, and suddenly felt his fingertips were scalded

"It's because I didn't entertain well." Nie Qiu's eyes sank, and he said, "It's my fault that I didn't let the leader taste it."

Nie Qiu stepped forward to shake his sword, and the distance between them was already close enough. Fang Qisheng was forced to back up with this blow of his sword. With his wrist shaking, the folding fan painted with beautiful mountains and rivers also shook, and he was startled. Asuka in the painting, he didn't realize how eager he was when he kissed it, and maybe there were those provocative words from Qisheng above the carriage.

When the tooth collided with the tooth, even the tip of the tooth was numb, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was, and who was more anxious. There was a muffled sound in his chest, and Nie Qiu raised his hand. , the cuffs slid down the bend of his arms, exposing his bony wrists, and he held Fang Qisheng's hand in a timely manner, so as to hold the folding fan that was crumbling like a jade mountain about to fall.

Then Nie Qiu laughed, the laughter came suddenly, his shoulders were trembling, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

"I remembered, our first so-called Youqian Bakery Oyster Meng Chucaiqin Baking Hammer Luanwei! Covering Fang Qisheng's slightly puzzled eyes, Nie Qiu explained with a smile, every word hides a smile that cannot be concealed." "I asked you, can I kiss you, and then you kissed eagerly. When the teeth touched, I only felt the pain, but I didn't feel how painful the pain was. "

Fang Qisheng wiped away the blood from Nie Qiu's lips with his fingertips, not knowing what was so funny, when he picked up the bad boy from his memory and looked at the person in front of him again, It really feels no different from the appearance in memory. He used to only know Nie Qiu's cold and ruthless Guigui, but now he knows his connivance almost like moths to a flame, just like meeting old friends.

Nie Qiu looks good when he smiles, Fang Qisheng thought, and when he turned his head to his face, he realized that Nie Qiu was born with beautiful bones, so he was pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at him. He didn't pay much attention before, but now he can't move his eyes. Just watch.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the scene reflected in those peach blossom eyes, which were full of autumn water, seemed to be himself with a gentle expression.

Fang Qisheng rolled the remaining blood on his lips into his mouth, and when he swallowed it, he only felt fishy and sweet. He inhaled subtly, it was a cold fragrance that was no different from that night, and it was lingering - he slowly lowered his eyes , tentatively kissed the corner of Nie Qiu’s upturned mouth, strictly speaking, that wasn’t even considered a kiss by Xinxin’s lips, at best, a kiss on the frame.

He could hear Nie Qiu's breathing, which was chaotic and rapid, maybe Nie Qiu was not as calm as he seemed, he thought.

Along the corners of his lips, Fang Qisheng gently bit his lips with the tip of his teeth. He couldn't control whether it was heavy or light, and he didn't know if there were tooth marks left, and he didn't have time to think about how to go back. His closed teeth were easily pried open by him. Nie Qiu's hands were slightly cold, but his lips were hot, like hot, soft and crunchy glutinous rice cakes just out of the oven.

If you bite hard, you can taste the sweet and soft core inside, which is roasted and melted, and flows out along the bitten mouth.

After all, Fang Qisheng restrained himself and didn't bite down hard. He vaguely understood that Nie Qiu would not say anything even if he did so, just like it had happened countless times, such gentle tolerance only made him feel dizzy and confused.

Nie Qiu vacated Huangzheng to support Fang Qisheng's jaw, making him raise his head slightly.

The person in front of him seemed to be saying something vaguely, but Fang Qisheng didn't hear clearly.

Even if he didn't hear it clearly, he could guess roughly that it was the words when the love was deep, mixed with indistinct panting.

Leaving aside the fragments floating in memory, Fang Qisheng has never kissed before, and he doesn't think there is anything special about touching lips. Is there anything unusual about touching fingers?He didn't understand, he just felt that the collision of the four lips was not as obvious as the pain, and the entanglement with all his strength only made him feel that there was no reason.

He doesn't think kissing is so special now, it doesn't symbolize anything, but he likes the hot temperature like firewood, the moist touch when his lips and tongue touch, and the faint residual fragrance on Nie Qiu's body also makes him feel comfortable, low-key The dumb deep breathing, together with the hand covering the back of his hand, made him realize that he really likes such an intimate distance.

Let's talk about this again: he likes to get along with Nie Qiu at such a close distance.

Fang Qisheng couldn't tell what he liked about Nie Qiu. This question was as hard to answer as what Nie Qiu didn't deserve to like.

If he really wanted to get to the bottom of it and find out the source, he could only say that it was because this person was Nie Qiu, that's all.

That folding fan has been held up long enough, and all the frightened tits flew back to the forest, hidden among the mountains with simple strokes, and turned into azurite dotted on them, which also made the noisy birds sing The sound faded away, turning into a silent rock tree.

They gave in tacitly to each other. Nie Qiu took the folding fan from Fang Qisheng's hand, closed the fan in his palm again with a "snap", and tied it back around his waist again. He swallowed slowly and almost subconsciously, rolling his Adam's apple gently, fell again.

He opened his mouth, but was startled by the low and hoarse sound like rolling sand, so he didn't speak.

"So," Fang Qisheng said first, his voice still hoarse, "I hope my right protector will stop looking at me with the sad eyes of 'we haven't slept together for several days', we Is there any unsubstantiated remarks between them?"

Nie Qiu repeated what he said. He felt that the name didn't match the name. He didn't know what kind of eyes he had at the time, but at least it should have nothing to do with the emotion of sadness. At most, at most, he felt helpless, right?

"I have done everything I promised you." Fang Qisheng touched Nie Qiu's lower lip lightly, and said, "But you have not done many things you promised me. For example, you Those who drink at the main rudder are dizzy and should be behind the scene!

"What do you mean?" Nie Qiu coughed twice, regaining the promise that he would keep in exchange. He couldn't believe it. He even felt that his heartbeat missed a few beats, and his articulation was much lighter. , "Take you to Shen Yun Pavilion to see A Chuo Rong Jun

He remembered the tree trunk on the high platform of the Demon Cult, smelling of drunkenness, half awake and half dreaming, he said with a smile——

"Shen Yun Pavilion is in that direction. The mountains are high and the land is dangerous. It can be regarded as a fairyland on earth. If there is a chance, I will take you there."

After such a long time, there were several twists and turns on the way. Nie Qiu thought that Fang Qisheng had forgotten it, and he didn't care much. He thought that the future would be long, and there would be opportunities to mention it in the future. He didn't expect Fang Qisheng to take the initiative to mention it at this time.

Fang Qisheng lowered his wrist, and the cuffs covered the tangled red thread on his wrist, and then he responded: "Well. Now that the matter of Fu Chonghong has been resolved, the matter of Wen Zhanxing has to be released later. For more than ten days, during this period of time, you can't sit still and do nothing, at least go to see the teacher... so you can rest assured."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Nie Qiu lowered his head and stretched out his hand to grab the arm he was about to retract.Nie Qiu didn't say anything, he was afraid that his words would disturb the scene, so he held Fang Qisheng's hand and leaned slightly.

The swordsman in white kissed the red line on the swordsman's wrist, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, like the sound of wild flowers blooming in the silent night.