National First Love and His Little Jasmine

When Song Shiqing came in, he always wanted to observe the layout of the castle, but he found that the fog did not

When Song Shiqing came in, he always wanted to observe the layout of the castle, but he found that the fog was not only outside the castle, it was also everywhere inside.

Meng Chu'an seemed to have clairvoyant eyes, leading him all the time, circling east and west, so that he couldn't tell the direction at all.

Occasionally, vampires or human servants in black robes would pass by them, but they all lowered their heads uniformly, not daring to breathe.

Song Shiqing also understood why the protagonist Shou Lufeng fell in love with the protagonist Gong Wu Xiaoyu in this kind of place. He couldn't see anything all day, and it was a fragile moment. After being taken advantage of, it is normal to fall in love with someone easily.

As Meng Chuan walked all the way, he was actually paying attention to Song Shiqing's emotions all the time.

He also knows that such an environment is oppressive and oppressive.

"Here, this is your room."

Finally, after going around for half an hour, Meng Chuan finally stopped in front of an ordinary wooden door.

This door seems to be newly made, and it is strong and firm, but according to Song Shiqing's walking around, it is the most dilapidated door in the entire castle.

Any vampire or grown man can be kicked and killed.

Song Shiqing glanced at Meng Chuan, who was smiling like a little fox, and immediately realized that after walking around for a long time, it might not be because someone was racing against time to change the door for his arrival.

His gaze was so clear and transparent that Meng Chuan could tell what he was thinking when he met him.

Meng Chuan hooked the corners of his lips, and said softly on purpose: "After we finish the wedding, we can have intercourse, be good."

"..." Song Shiqing glanced at him inexplicably, opened the door and walked in without saying anything.

There was no fog in the room, but the design made Song Shiqing unable to understand.

The bathtub is not far from the big bed, there is not even a curtain around it, and there are floor-to-ceiling windows next to it. Although it is foggy outside and you can't see anything, Song Shiqing always feels weird.

He used the ability of the system to check it. There were no surveillance equipment such as cameras and bugs in the room, so he was a little relieved.

"So you brought me back to marry me? Why?"

Song Shiqing didn't quite understand Meng Chuan's magical brain circuit.

Meng Chuan also didn't understand why Song Shiqing asked such a strange question.

"Yes, there is no reason, because you are good-looking, I treat you..." Meng Chuan moved closer to his ear and said softly, "It's love at first sight."

The last suffix dragged on extremely long, and the breathing was like a feather sweeping over the ear, bringing a slight itchiness, which made Song Shiqing tremble, subconsciously took a step back, and looked at him warily.

"Am I so scary?" Meng Chu'an helplessly raised his hand to touch his face, "I confess, you have such a reaction."

Song Shiqing ignored his words, looked down at Song Xingxing, and found that Song Xingxing was not pretending this time, but really fell asleep.

His feelings towards Song Xingxing are a bit complicated now, because he found that some things are not as simple as he imagined, at least he let Meng Chuan take them away, and he always pays attention to Song Xingxing's attitude, Song Xingxing's performance is not like that at all. A three-year-old child.

But Song Shiqing would still be moved by him, so he reminded Meng Chuan: "Keep your voice down."

He carefully placed Song Xingxing on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and sat by his window with calm and soft eyes.

Meng Chuan frowned deeply, and said in an impatient tone, "It's not necessary, he doesn't need sleep at all, what you have cultivated in him is a bad habit, which is of no benefit to his body."

"If you don't tell me the reasons for your nonsensical behavior, then don't keep hooking people."

Song Shiqing's voice was very soft, but his tone was not good.

The system has no way to tell him the hidden plot, and Song Shiqing has to analyze it bit by bit by himself, which is very troublesome.

Meng Chu'an is still here, acting like he knows everything but doesn't say anything. Although Song Shiqing is helpless, it doesn't mean that he wants to be kind to him with a suppressed tone in his heart.

He just doesn't want to see Meng Chuan now, and doesn't care about having his own temper with him, and doesn't conflict with him.

However, Ren who received cold faces a few times was also unhappy. Meng Chuan was inexplicably annoyed seeing Song Shiqing pinching the corners of the quilt for Song Xingxing and taking his temperature.

He left a sentence: "If you don't listen, forget it." Then he left.

The room was quiet, Song Xingxing slept soundly, Song Shiqing felt relaxed and had his own private time.

He stood up and sat on the big sofa on the other side of the bathtub, as if in his own apartment dormitory in the source world, paralyzed, as if he had no bones.

In this world, there are no tear glands out of control, and no pheromones everywhere. It is rare for him to be at ease, but when his face is close to the pillow, he can smell the faint fragrance of lavender.

In the source world, it smelled exactly like the pheromone leaked by Meng Chuan.

In this way, at that time, the beautiful and lingering scene created by pheromones came to mind again.

He seemed to smell the mixed fragrance of jasmine and lavender again, extending from the fragrance to the thickness of the floral fragrance, bringing the silent undercurrent of moistening rain to the extreme.

He seems to have seen a sectioned painting, where the petals touch each other obliquely, and the raindrops fall from the petals into the soil, and penetrate into the depths of the rhizome below, forming an intertwined entanglement.

But when the fragrance dissipated, the seemingly affectionate and innocent Alpha withdrew all the pheromones and left suddenly indifferently, shattering Song Shiqing's true innocence.

He originally thought that his indifference was reassurance, but he didn't expect that he was just forcibly covering up his unwillingness, and now he has been dug out.

How can an Alpha really have no fighting spirit, only dormant like a wild beast, waiting for a fatal blow, piercing the throat of the prey, and then dragging it back to the cave.

Song Shiqing's thoughts are like tree roots randomly distributed under the soil. The roots spread out one by one, so that the intelligent assistance system has no way to distinguish them, and can only focus on the most direct and longest root.

The system is very curious, [Candidate, why do you keep thinking about running away? 】

Song Shiqing's thinking was interrupted, and after taking a deep breath of the scent of lavender, he explained to the AI ​​who had been injected with strange emotions without repulsion: "Because I have been staying here, I can't complete the exam task."

[But isn't your mission to attack Dracula Meng?Living together now, shouldn't it be a better strategy? 】

"It's different." Song Shiqing only said: "Everyone is different." He didn't say any more.

Meng Chuan is a unique scumbag, different from everyone else, so of course we should prescribe the right medicine and give him the most unique way of punishment.

Song Shiqing's mood went from being depressed to being released. After such a long time, now that he has figured it out, it is the long-lost relaxation. Since it can't end, then he can only meet it head-on. This is the hooligan who likes to pretend to be confused. of.

The bottom line has been lowered again and again, there is no need for him to stick to it, anyway, he will never have any results with others in the future because of his emotional cleanliness and physical cleanliness.

But what Song Shiqing didn't know was that Meng Chuan was looking at him with one hand resting on the opposite side of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that occupied a quarter of the room's wall.

Seeing Song Shiqing sniffing the lavender fragrance and satisfying his relaxed expression, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. ?

The author says:

Don't lock it, there is nothing.