The county magistrate is not slag very A

At night, Song Boxue lay down on it strangely, feeling warm, two words: comfortable.

However, no matter how comfortable your own bed is, you can't be greedy, because there are more comfortable ones.

When he came to Jiang Fanyin's room, he saw the window was half open. Song Boxue turned it over with one hand and closed the window.

"Why do you open the window?" She walked towards Jiang Fanyin who was sitting on the bed. Since the window can be opened, the door can also be opened, so that she can come in without knocking.

I always look through the window, feeling inexplicably sneaky, with a hint of danger in my heart.

Jiang Fanyin was wearing a thin white underwear, her cheeks were flushed: "I just fell asleep for a while, the bed is so hot."

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows, stretched his hand into the bed, and put his palm on Jiang Fanyin's abdomen, it was so warm: "It's a little hot."

As she spoke, her fingers moved irregularly to lift the thin layer of underwear.

"Don't, it's so itchy." Jiang Fanyin hid inside, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a gentle smile and shy eyes.

Song Boxue was dazzled by Jiang Fanyin's smile, forgot what to do for a while, his eyes were fixed on the face of the person in front of him, with a blank expression.

Jiang Fanyin noticed her daze, and suddenly felt even hotter: "What are you doing in a daze, come up quickly."

"Well, let's go." Song Boxue got into the bed and suddenly felt comfortable all over. It was indeed more comfortable than her bed, especially when Jiang Fanyin was lying beside her, reaching out to hug him into her arms.

A line of words floated through her mind uncontrollably: From now on, the king will not go to court early.

This is probably the gentle township described in the book, don't say it's not early, she really wants to grow up on this bed.

Jiang Fanyin saw Song Boxue narrowing his eyes comfortably, with one hand still swimming restlessly on her body, and lightly patted the mischievous hand: "Do you want to give away the 1 taels of silver?"

"Is it okay if I don't give it away? Is it true that I eat cabbage and radishes for three meals a day."

Song Boxue's turbulent mood suddenly sank, that was 1 taels, General Hua, that old bastard, it's too bad.

If the money is used for the construction of Pingchuan County, I don't know how many wide roads can be built, but now they can only add some meat to the dishes. These people are too black-hearted.

Jiang Fanyin knew that she was unhappy, so she stretched out her hand and rubbed Song Boxue's frowned brows: "Now in this city guard army, we are like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. If things go on like this, there is no solution. You will give us a silver ticket tomorrow." At that time, you can try to suggest that the more than 100 guards you brought be incorporated into the soldiers you want to bring."

There will always be a time when the meat will be slaughtered, and if they are useless to General Hua at that time, the situation will only be more difficult.

So you can't sit still and wait for death. Since the water is shallow, you can dig a hole and build a canal yourself.

Song Boxue was a little worried: "Will General Hua agree?"

Jiang Fanyin rubbed her brow lightly, and said softly, "One hundred people is nothing to fear for a city guard with more than ten thousand people. Besides, haven't you sent me out yet? He probably wouldn't." Difficult."

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with dark ups and downs: "Sister Jiang thinks I will send you out?"

Jiang Fanyin smiled silently, traced Song Boxue's eyebrows and eyes with pale fingers.

"If that moment really comes, you should protect the princess, and I can protect myself."

Song Boxue sneered, took Jiang Fanyin's hand away, got up and untied his hair, and tore off the throat sticker.

The tip of her eyebrows was raised slightly, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and deep tenderness suddenly surged in her eyes, which was different from the previous spirited and vigorous.

There are thousands of styles and charming attitudes.

"Sister Jiang thinks I'm beautiful?" Song Boxue leaned over, his voice low, like the hazy morning mist, pervading and seductive.

Jiang Fanyin's heart stopped beating, and he lost his mind and said, "Beautiful--"

How can such a person not be beautiful?

She has always known that Song Boxue must be extremely beautiful in red makeup, that kind of flamboyant and wanton beauty, a seductive beauty.

Song Boxue lowered his head, rolled onto her body, and pulled the quilt over their heads.

The quilt, which was already warm like the sun, instantly became hot, as if there were torches burning around them.

The lips and teeth touch lightly, warm and soft.

The corners of the dry lips were quickly wetted, merging together bit by bit.

Jiang Fanyin's eyes were clouded, his thoughts seemed to be taken away by someone, and he even forgot to close his eyes.

In the quilt where no light can be seen, there is only the blurred and intimate silhouette of the other party in front of my eyes, I can't see anything, I can't think of anything, only each other.

After a long time, Song Boxue raised his head, lifted the quilt, and his face touched the outside air, feeling a bit of coolness.

The two stared at each other intently for a moment, their eyes reflected each other's rosy cheeks, ears, and even the charming pink color of the fair neck.

Song Boxue reached out and caressed the corner of Jiang Fanyin's lips. With a swipe of his long index finger, he scratched and wiped the soft lips.

"Sister Jiang, if that moment really comes, the person who will be sent out will only be me, not you."

She didn't know what Jiang Fanyin's so-called self-protection method was, but no matter what the situation was, Song Boxue would rather fall into danger by himself than push Jiang Fanyin out with his own hands.

Because, this is the person she loves.

So much love, so much love that she can't bear to part with it, she will protect Jiang Fanyin...

The corners of Jiang Fanyin's mouth moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes silently to Song Boxue's serious and affectionate gaze.

She didn't want others to see Song Boxue like this.

If there is such a moment, even if the fish is dead and the net is broken, even if there is a fire pit in front of her, she will jump down without hesitation, and don't let anyone except herself see Song Boxue like this.

Seeing the stubbornness in her eyes, Song Boxue smiled, "Sister Jiang, do you want to help me quench my thirst, huh?"

Jiang Fanyin's heart trembled, he coughed lightly, and denied in a low voice: "I didn't think about it."

"Really don't want to?" Song Boxue's voice was low, with a persuasive temptation/coaxing.

"I don't want to." Jiang Fanyin closed his eyes, covered his ears, and refused to admit it.

Song Boxue glanced at the table at the side, picked up the scattered underwear, raised his hand, swept across the table with a strong wind, and precisely extinguished the burning candle.

The room was instantly shrouded in darkness, leaving only darkness.

The glands behind the ears are hot and throbbing, evoking a clear and charming lime aroma.

She lifted the quilt on her body, and the bodies of the two were displayed together in the night.

"Sister Jiang, I think—"

The febrile period came suddenly and as expected.

Song Boxue took a deep breath, she thought she didn't need to restrain herself this time.

Jiang Fanyin tightly pursed the corners of his lips in the dark night, and his eyes were filled with mist and mist.

Obviously Song Boxue didn't go in, didn't break through the last line of defense, but she was defeated.

Wave after wave of trembling swept Jiang Fanyin's reason, prying open the corners of her tightly pursed lips.

The first syllable of that uncontrollable voice is crying: Woo--Song Boxue--

Every time, she seems to have forgotten everything, as if she can't remember anything, only the word "Song Boxue" is in her mind, and she only remembers Song Boxue, she just wants to call out Song Boxue's name...

"Song Boxue—"

"I'm here, I'm here, sister Jiang, be good, I'm here..."

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Fanyin was finally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Boxue hugged the person in his arms tightly, waited until his breathing became stable, then got up and wiped it like last night.

She touched the slightly damp bed sheet and smiled silently. Fortunately, the kang was burned tonight, otherwise the bed sheet would have to be changed.

Sister Jiang is indeed very sensitive, she is so sensitive that she throws away her helmet and armor without going in, but surrendering is hard to get Song Boxue's heart softened, she likes Jiang Fanyin's constant surrender, time and time again...

It turns out that the permanent mark is such a wonderful thing, so beautiful that people yearn for the next time right after the end...

In the early morning, Song Boxue pushed open the window, and it was snowy outside. The heavy snow of the day and night was like a white curtain, covering the world tightly.

She didn't leave in a hurry this time, but sat back on the bed and waited for Jiang Fanyin to wake up.

"What time is it?" Jiang Fanyin opened his eyes, and was stunned as soon as he spoke, because his voice was hoarse and dry, and his body was more limp than ever.

Song Boxue looked into her eyes, and said in a doting tone, "It's still early, sister Jiang, let's go to sleep again, I'll come back to accompany you after I deliver the bank notes, okay?"

While speaking, she reached out and rubbed Jiang Fanyin's slightly blue eyes. Last night seemed to be a bit over...

Jiang Fanyin seemed to have also remembered last night, his face was blushed suddenly, and he lowered his head and shrank into the bed.

"Well, you go and come back quickly."

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