What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

The air froze for a moment, and Xue Qing felt that his brain went down along with it.

He and those phoenix eyes that seemed to be still filled with mist stared blankly at each other. Whenever this happened, Xue Qing just hoped that time would stop.

But the warm touch of the muscles pressed by the buttocks reminded Xue Qing of the predicament he was facing at the moment.

It was so hot it was almost scalding.

Xue Qing thought that his current expression must be too dull.

He frantically questioned his clumsy self in his mind.

But Fa Hai didn't look away.

His phoenix eyes, which gradually faded from the mist and became sober, still stared at Xue Qing with a sluggish face, as if he had formed a cage with his eyes, enclosing Xue Qing in it.

It is impossible for Fa Hai not to notice Xue Qing's embarrassment at this time, but he still admired it maliciously, and refused to look away.

The gaze seemed to have substance, and Xue Qing felt that his face was going to burn because of it.

Can't count on this smelly monk.

After a few seconds of embarrassment, Xue Qing finally succeeded in self-construction.

He looked at Fa Hai's stare, which of course made him feel narrow, and slowly got up from Fa Hai's waist.

Xue Qing moved up, as if fleeing in a hurry, almost rolled to the inside of the bed.

The exquisite bare feet that took off their shoes and socks brushed along Fa Hai's thighs, like a pool of ripples.

There seemed to be a warm touch on her feet, and Xue Qing, who was retracted into the quilt, secretly curled up her toes.

"you're awake?"

Seeing that Fahai looked at him without speaking, Xue Qing put aside the awkwardness in front of him, and asked aloud.

Even though he was sure that Fa Hai was already awake at this time, he habitually lowered his voice for fear of waking up the person in front of him.

The color of Fa Hai's lips was still an unhealthy bleeding white, which rarely weakened his sharp and sculptural face, and added a rare bit of fragility and sickness.

He moved his lips, as if to say something.

Xue Qing didn't hear clearly, so he got closer, trying to hear what Fa Hai said.

He put his ear close to Fa Hai's lips, but he only felt the warm breath sprayed on his skin, which made him flinch uncontrollably.

But in the next second, a cool touch touched his earlobe.

It was obvious that they were about to leave, but Xue Qing felt a prairie fire ignited where his earlobe was touched, and he felt hot.

It was Fahai who kissed his earlobe.

Xue Qing awkwardly pulled a corner of the quilt to cover his head, blocking his face.

Stinky monk.

Always make him so worried.

When the quilt was lifted again, Xue Qing's smooth black hair had become messy, a few strands of hair stuck to his soft cheeks, and a pair of clear almond eyes slightly raised to look at the monk in front of him.

The snow-white face was stained with a peach-like redness, like crumbled rouge, which smudged on the beauty's face, making her pretty and gorgeous.

It seemed that just a light kiss on the ear had already made him flustered and his face flushed.

In order not to make himself look too embarrassed, Xue Qing leaned his head up again.

The sharp chin rested on Fa Hai's shoulder, worried that it would hurt Fa Hai, Xue Qing still let it go gently. "Do you feel better?"

Xue Qing tilted his head, and put his still hot ear on Fa Hai's shoulder.

He could hear Fahai's heartbeat from here.

——Calm and powerful.

After being brought back by Xue Bai from Lingyin Temple, Fa Hai's injuries were not insignificant.

And because of Fa Hai's mana, Xue Bai and Wushuang couldn't penetrate their demonic power into Fa Hai's body to check his injuries and treat them. Burned to death.

This made Wushuang feel very troublesome, besides, this monk who was cold and cold when he was in a coma rejected all contact.

Wushuang had no choice but to prepare some possible spiritual herbs and medicines in case of emergencies.

Until Xue Qing woke up, Wushuang was finally able to heal Fa Hai's injuries with Xue Qing's help.

Xue Qing still remembers Wushuang's complaints when chatting with him.

Due to the busyness these few days, Wushuang's face, which has rarely been without makeup, is rare and pure, but the already rich and colorful face is still gorgeous.

He stared at Xue Qing's movements, and he didn't miss Xue Qing touching Fa Hai's face after changing Fa Hai's medicine.

There was a bit of interest and curiosity in the eyes of the raised fox.

And the monk who resisted everyone's approach with a cold and stiff breath when he was asleep, unexpectedly treated Xue Qing without reservation, allowing him to touch him.

Wushuang couldn't help raising his eyebrows, tsk tsk in his heart.

"Qingqing."

Seeing that Xue Qing was busy, Wushuang who was watching suddenly made a sound.

"what happened?"

Xue Qing turned around, looked at Wushuang suspiciously, and was about to ask Wushuang if there was anything else.

As soon as he turned around, he was pulled aside by Wushuang.

It seemed that Fa Hai, who was still lying unconscious on the bed, was afraid of hearing Wushuang's voice in a soft voice.

He asked: "Is this monk also so cold and hard between the beds?"

"Isn't that incomprehensible and uninteresting?"

Before Xue Qing could answer, Wushuang answered for himself first.

At first he imagined that if he had to face this solemn Buddha figure with no desires, no desires, no desires, and a cold heart in bed, he must be drowned by this indifferent mantra of pure heart Buddha in the midst of a red tide. Much calmer.

But he was really curious how Qingqing would fall in love with a dull monk, it must have lost a lot of fun.

This question hit Xue Qing like a thunderbolt.

And Xue Qing's expression was blank for a moment after hearing Wushuang's question.

Between the beds...

Cold, incomprehensible, no fun?

When these words were spelled together, Xue Qing was stunned.

He blinked his eyes slowly before realizing it.

A sluggish face instantly turned red like a cloud.

It was as if thousands of misty peach blossoms bloomed instantly on his face.

What is Wushuang asking? Hey!

Can this be asked directly?

Wushuang, who has always been used to wandering, certainly doesn't think there is any problem with this question. He stares at Xue Qing shamelessly, waiting for Xue Qing's reaction.

"Um……"

Xue Qing didn't know what to say, so he just changed the topic stiffly, "I'll go to my sister's."

Then they walked out the door together.

Seeing Xue Qing's fleeing figure, Wushuang, who stayed where he was, shrugged helplessly.

Qingqing is still too innocent, so pure that she doesn't look like a demon.

Wushuang turned around and glanced at Fa Hai who was still sleeping.

He went straight out.

Fortunately, the monk didn't wake up, otherwise, seeing Qingqing like this, he would have thought he had bullied Qingqing.

But Xue Qing, who hurried out of the door, walked a long way before he felt the heat on his face cool down.

In the cool shade of trees, he stopped.

Is the bed between the sheets cold and hard...

The question Wushuang asked earlier came to mind again, and Xue Qing's heat that had subsided a little rose again on his face.

Although it was really strange to think of other things at this time, some pictures still couldn't help appearing in Xue Qing's mind.

In the dark cave, he could only see a little light coming obliquely from outside the cave.

And the handsome face of the man lying on him was against the light, like a fallen fairy who had been cast down into the mortal world, a god high above him.

Although the face that had always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted still looked abstinent, the sweat dripping from the forehead across the cheeks and condensed on the chin coated this cold face with lust.

Those phoenix eyes were calm and sober, but with a scorching heat that made him want to run away.

In the narrow space with nowhere to escape, Xue Qing could only hear the man's hoarse voice.

Cold, calm.

But what he said to Xue Qing was—"Separate your legs."

Fortunately, Fahai's injury originally hurt the heart of Yuanshen, but the fire lotus hidden between Fahai's eyebrows that had been tormenting him just happened to protect the veins.

So that everything turns around.

Resurrected from the dead.

Xue Qing thought, perhaps the heavens lamented their ill-fated fate, and after a long time of turmoil, they waved their hands and shed good light.

Give them a turn.

Fortunately, the dust has settled, and the next steps are all smooth roads.

Fa Hai's pair of phoenix eyes looked at him intently.

I don't know if it was Xue Qing's illusion, but he could see the affection in these eyes.

Facing Fa Hai, Xue Qing would always feel ashamed.

He listened to the man's heartbeat, and asked softly, "Do you feel better?"

I once thought about what to do if Fahai fell into a deep sleep, then he would become the widow of the sleeping beauty monk.

Fortunately, Xue Qing didn't worry for too long.

"Ah."

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Fa Hai responded, but his voice was still hoarse.

But the big hand grabbed Xue Qing's hand and clasped it even tighter.

The sunlight outside the window is just right, and the warm golden light slowly sprinkles through the paper window.

After passing through the gauze curtains, beautiful light and shadow are sprinkled on the bed.

The bedding was placed in a mess, and the sheets were all wrinkled by the movement.

The big palm with distinct bones and the other slender and skinny jade hand are tightly interlocked on the light gray bed sheet.

After several turmoil, they finally embraced on the bed with peace of mind.