Peach Blossom Dream

Looking at him steadily.

Uncle Jifeng was a little embarrassed to be seen, so he moved to the side.

Zuo Qingyue coughed: "Boss uncle, I'm a little cold too."

"..."

Shu Jifeng didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he thought of his pale face, his heart softened, and he leaned over and gave him half of the blanket: "Shall we cover it together?"

Zuo Qingyue knew early on that Uncle would be soft but not hard, seeing that her plan had succeeded, she hurriedly pasted her, but she didn't dare to get too close, for fear that Uncle would feel disgusted.

Uncle Jifeng coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and looked around again: "Strange, where did everyone go today? Why didn't anyone come to warm up?"

"Yeah." How could Zuo Qingyue care about these questions?All your energy is on controlling your eyes, don't stare at others, for fear of scaring them away.But it was still a negligence, and his eyes involuntarily glanced over.

Just in time, Shu Jifeng also turned his head to look at him.

Zuo Qingyue was stunned, panicked for a while, and was trying to find a word to relieve her, but her mind was already a mess, and she couldn't think of anything: "I...I...Uncle Boss, you It's so pretty...ah, I mean..."

Uncle Jifeng noticed that he was more nervous than himself, his heart relaxed, and a warm feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Before Zuo Qingyue could think of a reasonable word, Shu Jifeng held his face and kissed him directly.

Although he lived two lifetimes, this was the first time that Shu Jifeng kissed someone else. He thought he would be very nervous, but he didn't expect to have a kind and reassuring feeling.

Holding Zuo Qingyue's face in his hands, Shu Jifeng forgot all about the war between the two countries, the ice and snow, and the reincarnation of fate. All he felt was the fire around him.

with him.

Zuo Qingyue was overjoyed when Shu Jifeng took the initiative to kiss her, but she acted cautiously, for fear that Shu Jifeng would not like it.It wasn't until Shu Jifeng touched his lips with desire and dissatisfaction that Zuo Qingyue began to turn against the customer and attack the city bit by bit.

Uncle met and became more and more relaxed.

do not care.As long as it is not an enemy army, it doesn't matter who comes to see it.

"Uncle Boss." Zuo Qingyue called softly between breaths, as if wanting to confirm the authenticity.

"En." Shu Jifeng replied lazily, like a child just waking up.

This response made Zuo Qingyue almost uncontrollable, a ball of fire burst out from her lower abdomen, clamoring for him to stick to the other party a little closer, a little closer.

Zuo Qingyue supported Shu Jifeng's waist with one hand and his neck with the other, trying to test the other party's mind with great restraint.

This kiss seemed to be what he longed for for a long time, so long that even Zuo Qingyue didn't know it.

The uncle did not give in when he met, the two were already evenly matched, and at this moment it was more like you advancing and retreating, and you coming and going.

Such an intimate response stimulated Zuo Qingyue even more, and made him sweat in the cold weather.

Feeling Zuo Qingyue's restraint, Shu Jifeng became self-willed instead, and began to touch restlessly with his hands.

"Uncle Boss!" Zuo Qingyue grasped his hand, panted a few times before saying, "Wait a minute, your injury is not fully healed yet."

Uncle Feng didn't care about it, so he acted wildly, nibbling the tip of his nose and saying: "The two countries are at war, and people are dying. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Do you really want to wait?"

Zuo Qingyue was already defeated, and ordered with the remaining rationality: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you on the battlefield."

Shu Jifeng teased him more and more: "I want you to protect me now."

"..."

Zuo Qingyue had no reason to shrink back, she picked up Shu Jifeng, wrapped her in a tiger skin blanket, and entered the army tent.

32. Battle

Uncle Jifeng was still nervous.

Zuo Qingyue felt his tension, and while running along his hair, comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid."

Uncle tried his best to relax himself, but the more he thought about it, the harder it was to do. He began to blame himself, and even began to wonder if he was not good enough in that area. After all, he had never had any sex with anyone in the past twenty years. close contact.

Zuo Qingyue was not at all impatient, hugging him coaxed and teased: "Uncle Boss, do I look good?"

Uncle Feng raised his eyes, and unexpectedly bumped into Zuo Qingyue's eyebrows, which were as gentle as spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, and because of desire, a mist floated up.

"You're beautiful, that's what I thought at first sight." Shu Jifeng's heart softened, his body also relaxed, and he took the initiative to kiss Zuo Qingyue's face.

Zuo Qingyue was already trying her best to restrain herself, but suddenly she was kissed by her sweetheart, no matter how strong her concentration was, her voice became hoarse uncontrollably: "My uncle...can I? "

Uncle Feng gradually became more courageous, put his arms around his neck and bit his Adam's apple, and then whispered, as if afraid of being heard by others: "Brother."

This sound was a clear pass, Zuo Qingyue clearly felt the bang in her head, and almost lost all her sanity, but she was also worried about the fact that her uncle had not recovered from her internal injuries, even if her heart was already crazy, Zuo Qingyue Still very restrained.

Gentle as water, treat her like a treasure, and cherish her dearly.

Shu Jifeng seemed to see that his tragic life of the past twenty years was slowly dissipating, and the unprecedented sense of joy led him to experience the boiling of life for the first time.

The two of them clasped their fingers together and rushed to the wonderful sky together.

Whether it is a ruthless war or a repeated tragic fate waiting for tomorrow, Shu Jifeng is not afraid of anything at this moment.

Obviously, Zuo Qingyue was more excited and satisfied than him.

Afterwards, Shu Jifeng suddenly remembered something, and asked in Zuo Qingyue's ear: "Brother, what did you do to me during the few days when I fainted from the slap? My master saw it?"

Zuo Qingyue coughed, and felt her face was about to burn even in the dark, she murmured: "I...couldn't hold back...kissed..."

Hearing Zuo Qingyue's embarrassing voice, Shu Jifeng propped his head up and playfully patted his slightly raised chin, and asked with a smile, "Honestly speaking, when did you become so hostile towards me?"

Zuo Qingyue's face was burning so badly, she tried her best to hide under the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Boss, you are not allowed to make fun of me. I...I just couldn't hold back, who knew your master would hide on the beam!"

Shu Jifeng also got into the quilt, touched his chin, turned his head and took a bite: "If my master didn't see it, would you have denied it all this time?"

Zuo Qingyue was extremely wronged: "You told me long ago that you have someone else in your heart, how can I bother you?"

"Liar!" Uncle Feng took another bite.

Zuo Qingyue was bitten so badly that she turned over and pressed Uncle Jifeng down, and said viciously: "I'll admit it to you right now!"

After finishing speaking, Zuo Qingyue lowered her head and kissed her, but her movements were completely different from the tone just now, she chewed slowly, reluctantly, and confessed affectionately intermittently: "My uncle, I seem to have secretly loved you for a long time... "

Shu Jifeng's heart immediately melted: "I can't...is this the first time we met?"

"Maybe earlier than that..."

"Earlier than the first time we met?"

"Well, maybe I fell in love with you in my previous life... Boss Uncle, thank you for giving me the chance to love you."

Uncle Feng's heart was shaken, and he returned an even warmer kiss.

The two talked softly for a while before finally feeling sleepy.

"Go to sleep." Zuo Qingyue stretched out her arms to hug Shu Jifeng, just as she closed her eyes, she remembered that there was still something to do, so she turned around and kissed him again, "That's the only way I dare to kiss him that night." one time."

"Yeah." Uncle turned over to face Zuo Qingyue, closed his eyes peacefully and prepared to sleep, and suddenly remembered an important question, "I have another word, let me ask you, the first time you saw me , what's your impression?"

Zuo Qingyue was drowsy, hearing his question, opened her eyes again and thought about it, and said eight words: "The green shirt is upright, I feel pity for it."

"Pity you, uncle!" Shu Jifeng flicked his chin and slowly fell asleep.

What the two people in the house didn't know was that He Ming almost broke in while they were enjoying the joy of fish and water, but luckily they were stopped by Cen Lan outside.

He Ming didn't understand, so he asked: "Why? Don't you go back to sleep? If you don't sleep, I will sleep. Why stop me?"

Cen Lan glanced at him and said, "You'd better find a corner to sleep in a corner tonight."

"Why?" Second Monk Zhang Zhang was puzzled.

Cen Lan didn't bother to explain to him, and simply said: "Your boss and Mr. Zuo are healing inside, you'd better stay outside tonight, and don't let anyone in."

He Ming also wanted to ask how long he was going to stay, but Cen Lan left after saying this.He Ming had no choice but to obediently find a corner where he could see the entrance of the military tent, and fell asleep next to the fire.

The next day, when Shu Jifeng and Zuo Qingyue woke up in the morning, they immediately saw He Ming huddled in a corner not far away. Uncle Jifeng was a little surprised, so he woke him up and asked, "He Ming, why are you sleeping here?" ?”

He Ming sneezed, and answered honestly: "I don't know either. Master Cen didn't let me go to sleep last night, saying that Boss, you and Mr. Zuo were healing inside."

"..." Shu Jifeng managed to suppress his embarrassment.

Zuo Qingyue acted like a normal person, and added: "It is indeed healing, your boss is much better."

Uncle Jifeng: "..."

After Zuo Qingyue finished speaking, she changed the subject, looked at He Ming and said, "What do you think is wrong with your name, you must be called He Ming?"

He Ming slept all night in the cold windy weather, and he was wronged enough. Zuo Qingyue asked such an inexplicable question early in the morning, which directly aroused his temper: "What do you call me! My father's surname is He,