Master fake high cold

Li Jubai looked at the man in ecstasy, her peach blossom eyes were flickering and she didn't know what she was thinking, she sighed again in her heart: "Talk to your father and mother when you encounter problems, don't act impulsively, you can't bear to be impatient Hot tofu."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Mu Lan blushed, she hurriedly looked away, she was not in a hurry, she was understanding, okay?The master is 27 this year, she is afraid that the master will not be able to wait.

Li Jubai "..."

With this guilty and ashamed look, are you really listening to her?Inexplicably feel like playing the piano to the cow.

"When will Master leave Beijing?" Mu Lan raised her head and looked towards the sky, it seems that she must hurry up to study and try to complete the most important event in life --- the bridal chamber before Master leaves.

"It's better sooner than later, let's go tomorrow."

Mu Lan couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she heard that, tomorrow?Her learning ability may not be that good: "It's too fast, otherwise how many days?"

Li Jubai glanced at her, and said lightly: "If you leave earlier, you can come back earlier, why?" Is there something wrong?

"Cough...it's nothing, it's pretty good."

Mu Lan coughed pretentiously, and then looked up again, the sun didn't know where to hide, the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, Master is really in a hurry to leave.

Li Jubai smiled: "I think it's good too." After all, if you go early, you can return early.

Mu Lan's heart was turning back and forth, but she pretended nothing happened on her face, Master will go back to Huangzhou Mansion tomorrow, will there be time tonight?

Why don't you go to ask your mother now?

However, she just said, 'Master decides to return home tomorrow', and Mrs. Qiu interrupted her.

Obviously there is no time to learn anything tonight, because Mrs. Qiu took Mu Lan up and down for a while to prepare, it was arranged by the coachman and the guards, and she was worried about what gifts to bring to the in-laws, so it seemed that they valued Jubai, the daughter-in-law .

After all, their family Wanwan is still his uncle in name, and she is still married, so thinking about it makes her sad.

The night in late spring is full of stars, and a full moon hangs quietly, as if not aware of the pain of parting in the world.

After everything was arranged, Mu Lan left from Mrs. Qiu. She remembered the original intention of looking for her mother. She was obviously here to study, so why did she get so busy later?

It seems that I got busy at the beginning, and I just said a word, my heart was blocked, my mother didn't understand her.

When Mu Lan returned to the room after washing, she saw Li Jubai turned her back to her, and fell asleep facing the wall. She sat on the side of the bed and raised her eyebrows slightly. Normally, she would not dare to look at her master with such presumptuous eyes. of.

The quilt was covered snugly, but it couldn't hide the vaguely slim figure. Looking up, one side of her face and half of her fair neck were exposed.

Mu Lan swallowed subconsciously, and then raised her hand to Li Jubai's shoulder. Even though she was separated by a layer of quilt, her hand trembled uncontrollably twice, her fingers were hot, and her heart was hot as well. Even breathing is hot.

With light movements of her fingers, she touched a strand of hair, she raised her hand upwards, and stopped abruptly when she was about to touch Li Jubai's ear.

Mu Lan withdrew her hand in vain, and then lifted her own quilt. That's right, she and her master did not sleep under the same quilt. Since returning to the Shangshu Mansion, the bed was big enough and there were enough quilts. In Huangzhou Mansion, it was a good thing to squeeze into a bed with my wife to keep warm, especially since it was already summer.

Hey, why does she think it's a good thing to share the bed with her wife? Isn't that a hard day?

Mu Lan lay down, tossing and turning all night, thinking about Li Jubai's leaving tomorrow, and also thinking about her inexplicable thoughts, she didn't sleep until very late.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Li Jubai set off, and Mu Lan followed her step by step to see her into the carriage.

"Miss Mu?" The coachman held the reins, Yang was neither falling nor falling, Miss Li in the car had already spoken to start, but Mu Lan under the car stood in front of her and did not move.

The coachman had no choice but to remind him aloud, you should move to make way, standing so close, if he gets scratched by the carriage, he can't bear it.

Who knew Mu Lan didn't get out of the way when she heard his reminder, but she lifted her feet neatly, and got into the carriage with her hands on her hands. The driver was flustered in the wind, and she could only hear Mrs. Qiu yelling, "Don't go, my son will go up." Yes, wait a minute..."

The coachman let go, well, don't worry about it, it seems that he is not in a hurry to leave.

in the carriage.

Li Jubai looked at the person who came up suddenly, his eyes were puzzled at first, and then helplessly indulged: "Is there anything you forgot to say?"

Mu Lan lowered her eyes and said nothing, her face was extremely dull.

Li Jubai probably guessed something in his heart, is this reluctance?She looked at Mu Lan's eyebrows, feeling complicated for a while.

If she is reluctant, she also has some.

"I---" Mu Lan raised her eyes, with an unusual light flashing in her eyes

"Ok?"

"I'll wait for my master to come back."

After Mu Lan finished speaking, she quickly moved forward, reached out to hug Li Jubai in her arms, and did not dare to use force with her arms, so she hung loosely around her waist, completing a shallow hug.

"En." Li Jubai smiled with curved lips, reached out and touched Mu Lan's hair, she will be back as soon as possible.

Mu Lan endured the throbbing in her heart, she opened her mouth, and there was a battle between heaven and man in her heart. At this moment, she really wanted to kiss her wife, just once, but she didn't dare.

No, there's nothing she can't dare to be the daughter of the Shangshufu, it's because she's embarrassed and abrupt.

Daddy said that one should be humble and polite, yes, that's it.

But I really want to kiss, just like the moment I woke up in Huangzhou Mansion, kissing the corner of my wife's lips, just like the smell of the tip of my nose at this moment is so craving.

Although the hug was shallow, it was extremely long, so long that the horse got impatient and sneezed loudly outside.

Mu Lan lowered her eyelids, and reluctantly let go of her arms: "Master, take care all the way, I will wait for you to come back."

Li Jubai was silent, she looked at Mu Lan whose complexion was obviously gloomy, and suddenly smiled softly: "Close your eyes."

"Master---"

Mu Lan called out nervously, and then hurriedly closed her eyes, a lot of anticipation arose in her heart for no reason, what would Master do to her, but she was not ready yet, no matter what... Master can do whatever he wants...

Li Jubai looked at the person who closed her eyes obediently, the smile in her eyes widened again, she bit her lip, then quickly lowered her head, and kissed Mu Lan's cheek.

Like a touch of water, it is fleeting.

"Go down quickly."

Mu Lan suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the blushing Li Jubai with both surprise and joy, she froze for a moment before nodding vigorously: "Hey, I'm going down now."

The voice was loud, mixed with countless joys.

Mu Lan jumped out of the carriage until the car turned and disappeared, she still stood there and watched with joy.

"You're back to your senses, look at how stupid you are." Mrs. Qiu was speechless, how could her Wan Wan become such a demented look.

Seeing that her daughter came back to her senses and still had a smirk on her face, she rubbed her eyes, let it go, children in love don't always have brains.

Mu Lan smiled brightly: "Mother, Master, she...she is so kind."

ah------

Master, she kissed me --------

"Your father is also very good." Mrs. Qiu rolled her eyes, she felt that the master was also very good, as if no one cared about him yet.

Mu Lan froze for a moment, she didn't understand her mother's incoherent words, but this did not prevent her from continuing to be happy, so the corners of her mouth curled up again: "Master, she is really good."

It is beautiful, gentle and smells good, and the lips/lips are still so/soft, as if it is still a little bit cold, just like the delicious iced hawthorn cake upstairs. It has always been her favorite snack. The kind that makes you hungry.

No, it should be said that it is more delicious and delicious than iced hawthorn cake, because she is starting to miss her wife now, and the soft/soft/touch/feel brought by that light/kiss.

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Mu Lan: Ah - (screams excitedly)

May you all be well, have a smooth life, and have sweet dreams~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: ordinal number, Chen Ling 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Yu; 1 bottle of Ji Nian and Si Wuxie;