Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Yang Pingan hooked his hands, signaled Xue Wuling to come in, and lowered his head to unbutton his shirt.

Xue Wuling pushed open the door, and saw Ping An sitting on the bed, unbuttoning his pajamas with downcast eyes, pinching the small snow-white buttons with his fingertips, and gently pushing the buttons out.

"Safety……"

Xue Wuling walked forward involuntarily, distracted by Yang Pingan's behavior.

Yang Ping'an undid the three buttons on the top, and opened his clothes to reveal his left chest.

"Xue Wuling, I also have red moles."

On the flat chest, in the center of the heart, a small red mole landed there.

Xue Wuling climbed onto the bed, sat opposite him, and spread out his palm for Ping An to study his red mole.

Yang Pingan felt strange: "Why do we all have such moles."

It's not a coincidence that the mole itself didn't grow in one place, but it's a rare event for people with red moles, and Xue Wuling came to his side. I don't know what kind of karma bondage it is.

Yang Pingan looked at the mole on Xue Wuling's palm, and when he looked up, he found Xue Wuling's eyes were quiet, looking at the mole on his chest for a moment.

Or it could be said that he was looking at his exposed chest, and suddenly his ears burned, he closed his collar, and said stubbornly: "Can you be a little bit promising, what's there to look at."

Xue Wuling raised his eyes, his eyes were like black water that was calm and waveless and could not see the bottom: "Everywhere in Ping An is beautiful."

Yang Pingan saw that he didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little charming for a moment. Both of them had calm expressions, but they showed a different kind of thought.

Yang Pingan stared into Xue Wuling's eyes, and saw that his eyes moved slightly after a long silence, as if he had seized some opportunity, leaned forward with his hands on the bed, leaned over and kissed himself with his head sideways.

Yang Pingan rarely showed any rejection or struggle.

The hands around the waist tightened, Yang Pingan controlled the speed, grabbed Xue Wuling's hand when he wanted to reach into the hem of the clothes, and turned his head sideways.

He hasn't made any further plans yet, and the deeper area seems to be an unknown stranger, so he doesn't have enough courage to face it.

Yang Pingan is very indifferent, indifferent in all aspects, from personality to sexual needs, he may be a born monk, he has always been very indifferent to this matter, and after being exposed to all kinds of things in society, he has become more indifferent. psychological resentment.

Yang Pingan felt the person who suddenly kissed his ear after turning his head sideways, and felt uncomfortable after the damp heat in his heart dissipated, so he pushed the person away with a little force: "Okay."

Xue Wuling opened the distance between the two along with his strength. Yang Pingan looked out of the window sideways, feeling a little uneasy, and gently placed his hand on the back of Xue Wuling's.

He really only wanted a companion, not even an extra kiss.

Yang Ping'an feels disappointed at his selfishness.

"Ping An, what's the matter?" Xue Wuling asked suspiciously.

The moonlight fell on Ping An's face through the glass window, and it seemed that his mood had dropped to the bottom in an instant, and his whole body was full of loss.

Yang Ping'an didn't speak, his head was in a mess, and he seemed to have not woken up yet. He felt his hands hugging him, and Xue Wuling said softly, "Then go to sleep."

Lying down in Xue Wuling's arms, Yang Ping'an suddenly couldn't fall asleep.

When I looked up, I saw Xue Wuling looking at me with a single-minded gaze. In fact, it feels good to be loved, why can't I love others.

Yang Ping'an was very disappointed in himself, he thought of Lu Hao, and wondered if he was also doomed to die alone, why would he be so disgusted with contact with others?

"What are you looking at?" Yang Ping'an lay down, his voice a little sticky.

"You look good."

Yang Ping lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Stop praising me, if you praise me again, I will swell."

Xue Wuling tightened his arms around his thin waist: "If you don't praise me, I will swell too."

Yang Pingan still finds it funny, but Xue Wuling is just a stern and soft-hearted rascal who dares to puff up: "How dare you puff up in front of me?"

Xue Wuling lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair: "I only swell in front of you."

Yang Pingan looked up at him, and felt that what he said was a bit strange, and after thinking about it, he understood what he said, and curled his lips and stopped talking.

It is said that restlessness is prone to dreaminess, but now it may be because the heart is weakening, Yang Ping'an is very dreamy, and he dreamed of Mr. Cui again after falling asleep.

Yang Pingan looked at such a handsome and bright young man, and admitted in his heart that he thought about it day and night.

Xue Wuling is the reincarnation of Mr. Cui, and Yang Pingan reasonably suspects that he may be Li Daoxuan.

But they are not what they used to be. Xue Wuling always has a cold face, as if it has become a habit, not as wanton and dazzling as Mr. Cui.

It's not worth mentioning myself.

If I were Lee Daoxuan, it would really be an unrecognizable reincarnation.

Mr. Cui galloped past in his dream, chasing behind Li Daoxuan, he seemed to be always in high spirits and tireless, he was tired of seeing it for Yang Pingan, he thought it was nothing, it was just love.

Sighing in the dream, the sun from the world outside the dream came into the room, Yang Pingan woke up, and found that he was still being hugged by Xue Wuling, summer was continuously sucked away by the dry heat of the body, and suddenly felt that love was quite delicious .

Sleepy-eyed, he grabbed Xue Wuling's skirt and rubbed it, raised his leg to press the thigh of the person under him, Yang Pingan wanted to sleep on the bed.

When Xue Wuling was rubbed against Yang Ping'an's furry head, he felt that he might turn into a puddle of sugar.

Xue Wuling had never had such a good experience. The person in his arms was leaning against his chest, and every slight movement was like a novel world. He had never felt so good.

In his sleep, Yang Ping'an felt itchy on his face, raised his hand to grab Xue Wuling's hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble..."

Yang Pingan unfortunately overslept in Xue Wuling's arms, got up and had breakfast after washing.

Of course, Xue Wuling went out to buy the breakfast. The sister-in-law across the way saw Xue Wuling coming back with Xiaolongbao and fried soy milk, feeling sour. When will I be able to eat the Xiaolongbao bought by my husband?

She was so greedy that she could only go out to eat by herself.

Yang Pingan sat down to eat breakfast, took a bite of a small steamed bun, chewing with puffy cheeks, wondering how much Xue Wuling's steamed bun had hurt his childhood sweetheart.

Zhao Youcai was being attacked by his daughter-in-law's thoughts: "Look at how much he loves others, and even knows how to buy breakfast for his partner, it's more troublesome than you."

This was the day when Zhao Youcai was suddenly disliked and violently attacked early in the morning.

Feng Yiran's side didn't even have time to eat breakfast. They worked so hard that they didn't fall asleep until midnight, and they were still thinking about what was going on. After much deliberation, they finally focused their suspicions on Yang Ping'an and Xue Wuling.

Everything about Uncle Lin yesterday was the same as in the past, the only difference was that he met Yang Pingan and Xue Wuling.

Now Uncle Lin checked and checked and found nothing wrong, so the buddy proposed to invite a master to inlay the inlay.

Feng Yiran was still thinking about whether this matter had anything to do with Yang Ping'an and Xue Wuling, and he didn't dare to make a conclusion for a while.

Xue Wuling thus had a period of time to be alone in peace, and could stay together in the morning, noon and afternoon.

Yang Pingan felt very irritable, who would like to be stuck all the time?He hoped that Xue Wuling could keep a little distance from him.

But the facts told him that it was impossible, even if he died, Xue Wuling would not give up pestering him, let alone Xue Wuling was indeed dead.

Yang Ping'an could only explicitly prohibit him, asking him to leave a certain amount of space for himself, otherwise he who had already reached the edge of agitation didn't know how to explode.

But what makes Yang Ping'an feel at ease is that Xue Wuling still has the concept of ethics in his head, he knows what it means to see no evil, and he will not use the privilege of a ghost to spy on him wantonly.

Xue Wuling wanted to be a human being, and he already looked very human. When he walked from the store to the backyard and passed through the narrow door, he bumped into his shoulder and staggered a bit, then walked sideways, with smooth movements, which made Yang Pingan think to laugh.

Yang Ping'an likes his short hair, which feels fluffier than his neatly tied long hair, and his eyes are much brighter in black T-shirt than in black clothes.

The Celestial Master's diary was burned to scum, Lin Ziqiang hadn't come to the door yet, and he had almost read the information. Yang Pingan wanted to touch the antiques at home when he had nothing to do. It happened that it started to rain in the evening. Watching a holographic movie on a rainy day.

But Xue Wuling stopped his idea because it was too dangerous: "Ping An, Lin Ziqiang can deal with these things after checking it out. No one knows what dangerous situation will be encountered next time."

Yang Pingan thought about it, and indeed he was on the verge of danger every time, and Xue Wuling saved him in the end. Now that Xue Wuling is starting to feel worried, it's okay to let it go for a while.

For such a period of time, although the pace of life has been slow, it has always been like a thread holding Yang Pingan, no matter how slow it is, he has to move forward a little bit, and now suddenly everything is gone, it is clearly written, you can rest For such a short period of time, without worrying about anything, Yang Ping'an felt a little relaxed.

Listening to the crackling sound of water from the eaves and raindrops, I slowly lay down on the chair with a small cushion in my arms. When I woke up again, it was already dark outside and the rain hadn’t stopped. I sat up and patted my head with my hand , feel a little dizzy.

Xue Wuling sat on the narrow chair next to him: "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Yang Pingan stood up and shook his body for a while, then hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the chair next to him and sat down again.

Xue Wuling hurried over to support him: "What's wrong with you, Ping An?"

Yang Pingan shook his head, took a long breath, and really felt that something was wrong with him, and his body was also very hot, but usually hot flashes are easy to wake up in summer, so he raised his hand and touched his forehead: "Do I have a fever?" ?”

He couldn't feel it himself.

Xue Wuling leaned over and pressed his forehead against his. Compared with the normal body temperature, it was very clear: "It's hotter than usual."

"Ah... That means I have a fever. I'll go and find out if there's any medicine I can take."

As soon as he said that, Yang Pingan dismissed his words in a daze. How could there be medicine at home?He just came back, this is the first time he is sick, and there is no stock of daily medicine at all.

Xue Wuling pressed Yang Pingan on the chair: "Don't move, where is the medicine? I'll get it."

Yang Pingan didn't intend to get up either: "I have to go out to buy myrrh."

"Then you lie down, I'll buy it for you." Xue Wuling picked up the small pillow, unzipped it and shook it open, the blanket fell lightly on Yang Pingan's lap, and Yang Pingan leaned softly on the back of the chair: "Bring the incense burner. "

"Need not."

"Then bring an umbrella."

"it is good."

The umbrella ribs unfolded with a bang, a black umbrella opened in the rain, and the raindrops slammed on the umbrella surface. In the cracks of the closed wooden window, the figure quickly walked away and disappeared. want to sleep.

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