What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

"Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door.

At this time, Xue Qing already felt much better, and most of his sobriety had recovered.

It's just that the realgar wine did have a great impact on the snakes. He only drank a small glass of wine, but the alcohol was still there, and his snake's tail still couldn't be retracted.

Due to the influence of alcohol, Xue Qing felt that his whole body was limp and weak, and he just wanted to lean on without bones.

So Xue Qing let himself lean into Fa Hai's arms like this, because the movements of rubbing and rubbing in front made the neat blue clothes on his body much messy.

The placket was slightly loosened, and the neck and delicate collarbone were like white fat jade with a shimmering luster, which was eye-catching.

The black hair that was scattered down at will and the rouge that hasn't faded from the corners of the eyes, if there are people who don't know here and see the picture in front of them, they must have misunderstood something.

There was still no movement in the house, but someone outside made a sound.

"It's me, grandpa asked me to deliver things to you."

The young man's youthful voice is the dick outside the door.

Xue Qing, who heard the voice, was still huddled in Fa Hai's arms, and his hands that were holding Fa Hai's monk's robe tightly.

His tail hasn't changed back yet.

The flustered and nervous almond eyes subconsciously looked at Fa Hai, as if the person in front of him was his support and pillar at the moment.

And the phoenix eyes were as reassuring as ever, and Xue Qing's uneasiness gradually calmed down after meeting them for a while.

In the entanglement of the snake's tail on his arm, Fa Hai freed up a hand to pull over the quilt they were pressing together, covering Xue Qing's waist below, covering most of the snake's tail.

"Don't be afraid."

"Knock, knock—" the knock on the door sounded again, more urgent than before.

It can be heard that the people outside the door are already a little impatient.

"I'll open the door."

Fa Hai whispered in Xue Qing's ear.

He tried to break free from the snake tail that bound him, but Xue Qing, who felt Fa Hai's movements, couldn't help but shrink the snake tail, and instead wrapped Fa Hai even tighter.

"Well."

Xue Qing snorted uncomfortably.

He is in a hurry.

The tail of the snake is out of control...

"It doesn't listen to me."

His tail trembled, and the unfinished annoyance was suppressed back into his voice by himself.

A pair of good-looking eyebrows frowned, and there was a rare child-like anger on his face.

It's like putting your breath on your own tail.

After drinking realgar wine, the snake tail that was forcibly transformed into a snake tail seemed to have its own consciousness, retaining only the most primitive instinct and impulse of being a snake.

It is said that it is out of control, but in fact, it can also be said that the tail of the snake at this moment reflects Xue Qing's most desired and true reaction.

From Xue Qing's point of view, he didn't understand why the snake tail wrapped itself around Fa Hai's body, and why it was tightly hooked on the monk and refused to let go.

But he also knew that in his heart he wanted to wrap his arms around the jade-faced monk's neck, stick to the monk's chest tightly, and then stuff himself into the monk's arms.

Since he understood his own intentions, he finally found the reason for the secret desire in his heart.

It's just that the snake tail at this time is even more daring.

However, what Shewei did only reflected the desire in Xue Qing's heart at this time.

But Xue Qing didn't know the key to this, and only frowned, staring at the presumptuous "shameless" snake tail, humming softly in his mouth and complaining to Fa Hai why his snake tail was disobedient.

Like a child who was bullied by his own tail and came to complain.

"Come right away."

Fa Hai lowered his head and coaxed softly.

Xue Qing's forehead just touched Fa Hai's chin, and Xue Qing rubbed against Fa Hai's chin comfortably.

In the few days before in the cave, Xue Qing thought that what he longed for and what he did was just caused by the estrous period.

But now that the estrus period has passed, there still seems to be a hole in his heart, and the close touch like drinking poison to quench thirst can't fill it at all.

On the contrary, as the days go by, this unfilled vacancy is getting bigger and bigger.

Is it the sequelae of estrus?

Xue Qing, who secretly watched Fa Hai's palm hanging by his side and restrained his urge to touch it, was once so puzzled.

The slightly smaller palm descended along the curve of the cloth, and stroked the powerful arm wrapped in the monk's robe. The green onion-like fingers spread out, with a little flesh-colored powder on the knuckles, and stuck to the monk's big palm.

The finger was slowly inserted by another person's fingertip.

There was no reason, no request for consent, just slowly and forcefully came in, but the person who came had a pair of hazy almond eyes, huddled innocently in the man's arms.

But the violated palm remained as silent as the master, allowing it to do whatever it wanted.

Until the fingers are clasped tightly.

It's not the sequelae of estrus, he should have understood it earlier.

Xue Qing thought.

The tip of the dark blue snake's tail climbed up like a vine, gently touching the monk's tightly closed nude thin lips.

Just like it.

Liking is impulsive and irresistible, even if you lower your eyes, it can come out from your eyes.

What about Fahai?

Would the eminent monk, who was chanting sutras in Sanskrit sound and surrounded by Buddha incense, fall into the dive with him regardless of everything?

The douchebag outside the door was still waiting, knocking on the door like a reminder.Fa Hai had no choice but to coax the man in his arms a few more times, before he managed to let go of the snake's tail wrapped around him.

But when Fa Hai got off the bed, the tip of his tail still hooked Fa Hai's wrist reluctantly.

Fa Hai hid Xue Qing's tail under the quilt, and the beauty with black hair and green clothes lay quietly, with her closed eyes and rosy skin, she seemed to be asleep.

He made sure that Xue Qing's tail was well covered, and Fa Hai even cast a blindfold just in case.

Erdan had been waiting at the door for quite a while.

What the hell are these two doing?

It's been a long time since I opened the door.

It was very hot outside, and Erdan's face had sunk from the heat.

Unlike before, his forearm was wrapped with thick bandages layer after layer, as if injured.

Erdan hid in the shadows under the eaves, holding hangover soup in his hand.

He was slandering, if he didn't open the door for a few seconds, his bastard would leave.

Finally, the closed door in front of him opened.

Er Dan hurriedly handed Fa Hai the bowl of soup in his hand. He raised his head and was about to speak when he saw the monk in front of him.

It has nothing to do with other things, but Fahai at this time is a little different from usual.The monk's robes, which were always neat, were a little messed up, and...

And there seemed to be some sort of... strangle marks on his neck?

Wasn't Xue Qing drunk? Could it be that Xue Qing went crazy after drinking?

"Grandfather asked me to bring this to you." Er Dan was curious, and looked in through the small gap between the doors while talking, "I heard he was drunk."

Xue Qing was lying quietly on the bed, with a misty red on her face.

Look at the quiet and sweet sleeping.

"Thank you."

Fa Hai thanked Er Dan and was about to close the door.

However, the door that was about to close was blocked by someone.

Erdan's eyes were shining brightly on his dark face, as if he had discovered something serious, he glanced at Xue Qing who was lying on the bed as quiet as a Sleeping Beauty.

"Is he already sober?"

Unlike Xue Qing, although Erdan is not very old, but unlike Xue Qing, he is already a veteran of the wine shop.

Looking at Xue Qing's appearance at this time, he keenly saw that Xue Qing should be almost sober.

In addition, Uncle Chen accidentally mentioned earlier that Xue Qing only drank a small glass of wine today, and he got drunk for some reason.

So this monk was bullied by Xue Qing pretending to be drunk?

I thought I could see Fa Hai's surprised or other expressions, but the monk in front of him still looked calm.

As if this sentence had nothing to do with him, or in other words, it was as light as a speck of dust in his heart, not worth mentioning.

In the next second, the monk's piercing phoenix eyes lifted up, and the red mole between his brows remained as bright as a drop of blood on this jade-like face.

Grabbed by this gaze, Erdan couldn't help taking a small step back.

"Thank you."

Fa Hai said lightly.

Those phoenix eyes drooped again, as if the aura in front of her was just a momentary illusion of the douchebag.

The monk in front of him returned to his solemn and precious appearance, the appearance of a god and Buddha without any change of mood or anger.

Er Dan had followed Aunt Chen to the Buddhist temple several times to worship the Buddha and pray for blessings. The Buddha statues in the temple had always lowered their eyebrows, neither happy nor angry.

Like a flower in his hand, he looked down at the prostrate and kneeling people in front of him with a compassionate face.

"Grandma, why does the Buddha never look directly at us?"

Erdan asked Mrs. Chen, her voice was immature.

In the lingering candlelight, Mrs. Chen knelt down on the futon, put her hands together, and bowed devoutly.

"Because the Buddha sees people in the world."

Aunt Chen told Erdan like this.

Fa Hai was different from the monks Er Dan had met in the monastery. Those monks had kind faces and soft Zen thoughts in their words.

But the tall monk in front of him was indeed cold and majestic, but he was exactly like the Buddha statue in the temple. He seemed to be made of gold lacquer, cold, and even his pair of phoenix eyes were always hanging down.

Are the world in these eyes?

The door in front of him closed before Erdan's eyes.

The door of the old house was old, and Fa Haili was in a hurry, so he didn't close the door completely, and left a thin crack.

Er Dan, who was still standing still, could vaguely glimpse the scene inside the door.

Lying on the bed, Xue Qing was not asleep.

As soon as Fa Hai walked to the edge of the bed, the arms made of jade came up and hugged him intimately.

The tall monk who was still stern before now lowered his head and patiently coaxed a few words with the black-haired and fair-skinned young man, as if asking him to drink a few sips of the hangover soup in his hand.

But the young man didn't seem to appreciate it, the red lips only curled down a little, and the cold monk compromised.

Putting the hangover soup in his hand aside, taking advantage of Fa Hai's turning around, the young man straightened up, and hugged the monk's waist like a sucking swallow throwing himself into a forest.

Incredibly intimate.

Er Dan suddenly understood the meaning of Fa Hai's previous words. Although "thank you", it doesn't matter to him whether Xue Qing is drunk or not.

But is it necessary for two grown men to stick so tightly together?It would be fine if Xue Qing was drunk, but isn't he not very drunk...

Er Dan was thinking, when he saw Xue Qing's snow-white side face pressed against Fa Hai's chest, there was an eye-catching redness, I don't know if it was the drunkenness, or something else.

However, Er Dan's eyes froze.

The thing moving under the quilt...

Not like human legs.

Erdan's face turned pale.

A great fear suddenly appeared in his heart, but his eyes could not be moved away as if they were stuck.

Like a petrified statue.

And in the next second, the pair of phoenix eyes, which were not at all as gentle as before, turned and looked straight at the "snooper" outside the door, with a cold warning.

With a "bang", the door with a little crack in front of my eyes was closed firmly.

Only then did Erdan come back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and at some point, fine and sticky cold sweat broke out on it.

As soon as the hot wind blew, Er Dan felt his back was sweating profusely.

He stood still and calmed his breathing, then turned to find the lonely little yellow bird squatting on the ground.

"Did you see that one up there?"

Er Dan asked the little yellow bird who was walking alone on the ground.

He didn't even know if he was hallucinating now.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

The little yellow bird didn't understand Er Dan's meaning, but just chirped angrily, accusing Fa Hai and Xue Qing of their actions.

It tried to squeeze into the room through the gap where Fahai opened the door, but because of its chubby body, it was a bit fat, and the door was locked firmly, so it failed in the end.

These two heartless people!

"Follow me, I will take you to have fun."

Erdan knelt down and stretched out his palm to invite the little yellow bird.

Looking at the spread palm in front of him, Jiujiu hesitated for a moment, but was still attracted by the "fun" in Erdan's mouth.

In the end, it was hesitant, with its little paws, and jumped onto Erdan's palm.

Holding a ball of fluffy yellow fur in his hand, the warm touch calmed Er Dan's panicked heart down a lot.

Erdan stood up.

He thought of what he had seen ahead, the undulating curves under the quilt like some dangerous animal.

Er Dan felt apprehensive, he held the little yellow bird in his arms, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he hurried away.