Fuck you

Qianmo really couldn't listen anymore, so he lay down obediently and covered himself with the quilt, and waved his friendly hand to this classmate who never left Xinghe: "Mingyue, I'm going to rest, Xinghe is free, you can bring him here. "

Mingyue Gui didn't think too much, but wondered how the former Crown Prince, who had always been quite assertive, was tamed by him with a few words.

He rubbed his chin and stood up, his eyes paused on the dark blue quilt: "Okay, you wait for me, today the new disciple is enrolled, and Xinghe is probably busy giving lectures, I will definitely bring him tomorrow at the latest."

Xinghe was holding a small silver gourd the size of a palm to water the pear tree that had been ruined by Mingyuegui not long ago. He seemed to be in a daze. Aowen had gone back and forth three times, and he didn't move while holding the small gourd. move.

The root of the tree was hit by the thin water to create a small shallow pit. The Xinghe didn't move, but the water flow didn't stop. The little gourd didn't know how much water was held in it. Aowen shook the towel and looked sympathetically. The weather-beaten ten thousand year pear tree.

When Mingyue came in, Xinghe was squatting under the pear tree, holding a white jade jar in his hand, and there was a pit full of water at his feet.

"Xinghe!" Ming Yuegui, who unilaterally classified Xinghe as private, squatted down next to Xinghe curiously, looked at the dirt pit, and then at Xinghe, "Xinghe!"

Xinghe didn't move, Mingyue returned to gather his feet together, and called out again: "Xinghehehehe!"

Xinghe suspected that if he didn't answer, he would be squeezed into the pit alive by this man.

"Huh?" Turning his head, the two got very close, Xinghe looked at Mingyue Guitong's expressionless self, forgot what he was going to say, and just thought aimlessly——

Would it be possible to please Mingyue by smiling more in the future?

"What did you take?" Mingyue, who couldn't even guess Xinghe's mental activity after being beaten to death, tapped the white jade jar. Seeing that Xinghe didn't respond much, she snatched it from him with confidence. Galaxy's fingers.

"Oh, I'll wipe it!" He grabbed Xinghe's fingers with a shocked look and looked carefully, "Did you dig this hole?"

"En." Xinghe responded lightly, always feeling that what he said just now sounded a bit strange.

But he obviously couldn't think, Ming Yuegui's cold fingers tapped and rubbed restlessly between his fingers, and almost all his attention was rubbed on these fingers.

Xinghe stared at Mingyuegui's finger, which was stained with a little dirt from his finger.

"Don't you love cleanliness the most, you actually dug a hole here?" Ming Yue Gui dared not answer.

The two of them leaned shoulder to shoulder, and the distance between their faces was less than half the length of a forearm. If Mingyuegui had drifted away in the past, but now, apart from surprise, it was nothing but surprise.

"Did you dig?" he repeated.

Shen Xinghe, who accidentally walked for a while, finally heard what Ming Yuegui said, and frowned unhappily.

How can I never hear a pleasant word?

He looked at Ming Yuegui who had a strange face, and decided not to argue with this person for the time being.

He took back the white jade jar, removed the sealing wax, uncorked the bottle, lowered his head and sniffed, "Come with me for a drink or two."

It doesn't matter, you can always hear what you want to hear when you're drunk.

Maybe, I can still have a good dream like last time.

Thinking of this, Xinghe felt excited.But he is used to indifference, and his face has been expressionless for seven or eight hundred years. At first glance, it makes him feel like ordinary people, which is slightly stronger than facial paralysis.

Mingyue Gui didn't cling to the question he asked three times anymore, he was more interested in Xinghe taking the initiative to ask him to drink than whether Xinghe dug a hole.

Since the two of them met now, it was the first time that Xinghe used the word "accompany" to talk to him, and Ming Yuegui was quite sure that words such as "accompany", "miss", and "love" never existed in this person's dictionary.

Could it be sleepwalking?

It's not impossible, after all, the last time Xinghe was drunk, he was unconscious and still managed to pull his waistband so hard.

Thinking of it this way, I recalled the soft tongue and intoxicating fruit wine smell that I had finally suppressed.

Heart chugs followed by chugs, and Ming Yuegui licked her lips, only then did she realize that the two of them were too close, and their breaths almost smelled the same.

Mingyue pouted.

Hmph, if I were a delicate little fairy, I would definitely think you have bad intentions.

The other party's breath enveloped him, and the familiar and reassuring smell smelled a little sweet for some reason, making him want to shrink into Xinghe's arms and take a few bites.

Raising his eyelids, Xinghe was looking at him without blinking.

Xinghe pursed his lips, his gaze was more threatening than questioning, as if as long as Mingyuegui uttered the word "no", he would congeal a bunch of ice beads and beat people up.

Walking half a circle in his heart, charming and half-circling, the knife light could not calm down at all, Ming sat on the ground leaning back, kicking his feet and moving his butt back vigorously so as to stay away from this beautiful man who didn't know much about the world.

Feeling almost done, with an outstretched arm she couldn't touch Xinghe at all, Mingyuegui flicked her bangs, and bent her legs to support the hem of her plain clothes.

He looked down at his crotch, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Xinghe." Looking up, Xinghe's eyes flickered slightly, wondering if he was hurt by his fanfare, "I, I, I didn't hide so far after listening to your words, I just, just... that ,only……"

"Just" three times without uttering a complete sentence, turning his face to look at Xinghe who was a little hurt, lowered his head and squeezed the white jade wine jar, then stood up.

Mingyuegui's mind just followed Xinghe's every move and went blank into pink bubbles.

What the hell was I going to say just now?

Mingyuegui subconsciously looked up at the pear tree, the branches and leaves were lush, and the pear trees were full of white pear blossoms.

Is spring here?

Forcibly forgetting that Jiuchongtian made excuses for herself regardless of the four seasons, Mingyuegui gave a silent "hmm" in her heart, as if she had found some confidence in the realization of "the pear blossoms are blooming, spring is here", and grabbed the hem of the clothes that Xinghe was about to leave .

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey!"

Xinghe stopped, holding the wine jar and looking down at him.

From bottom to top, you can see the small piece of skin from Xinghe's chin to neck, which is more delicate than the finest suet white jade.