Can the tail be tickled?

Ye Wuhui picked out a box of cinnamon and held it lightly on his fingertips.

"Um......"

Surrounded by this kind of fragrance, this soft panting sound seemed to urge and fascinate, but it awakened a trace of clarity.

The emotion was even worse, but the fingertips became softer.

With his body being teased so domineeringly and gently, Mo Ziyi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stuck his whole body on Ye Wuhui's body.In the spring water, Mo Ziyi stroked Ye Wuhui, leaned against his ear, and begged, "Husband, come in, okay..."

"Okay." Ye Wuhui responded like this, and he also filled his arms with people as he said.

Except for being a little rough at the beginning because of the confusion of love, Ye Wuhui was still as gentle as ever, taking care of Mo Ziyi's feelings carefully.

The same is true for Mo Ziyi, catering to Ye Wuhui and getting better together with him.

The sound of panting and groaning is mixed in the surging spring water, carrying the fragrance of flowers, rippling with a light breeze, hovering in such a beautiful spring scenery.

Ripples flowed into his body from the spring water, and Mo Ziyi hugged Ye Wuhui tightly—he wanted to say that he loved him; he wanted to say that he couldn't leave him; he wanted to say that he was his whole world... ....

He wants to bathe in the first ray of warm sun in the morning with Ye Wuhui; he wants to hold his hand and watch the sunrise and sunset every day, he thinks, he wants...

He gave the heavy love to the person who hugged him tightly, to the Ye Wuhui who loved him sincerely.

Thousands of words, thousands of thoughts, have been collided by such waves of spring|waves to only two words.

Mo Ziyi called over and over again: "Husband, husband..."

......

Doing this in the hot spring is not as comfortable as being on the bed, the heat is too stuffy, just once, I already feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and it is difficult to breathe.

Mo Ziyi was lying on the eaves of the spring, his chest rising and falling, panting heavily.Maybe it was because of what happened just now, or maybe it was because it was too hot here, Mo Ziyi's cheeks were covered with red clouds, as tender as water could be squeezed out.

Ye Wuhui hugged him from behind, the red cloud still remained on his face.

Mo Ziyi turned his head, this action brought them very close, nose to nose, breathing intertwined.

That place changed again.

Mo Ziyi raised his eyebrows, and hooked his fingers provocatively under the water: "Little brother, do you really like me so much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Ye Wuhui could reply, Mo Ziyi's expression froze, and he turned around embarrassedly.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wuhui thought that he had hurt him with too much force just now, so he quickly reached out to check, and as soon as he stretched out, he touched the sticky liquid.

He naturally knew what it was, and felt a little embarrassed, so he cleaned it up for Mo Ziyi with hot spring water.

Mo Ziyi whispered: "Son, it's gone..."

He raised his eyes, and his eyes were like clear pools, rippling with autumn waves.

Mo Ziyi kissed the corner of Ye Wuhui's mouth, buried his head on his shoulder and neck, and asked in a low voice: "Conceive another one, okay?"

Heart beats like a drum.

"Okay." Ye Wuhui hugged Mo Ziyi across his waist, stepped out of the hot spring, dripping drops of water fell on the ground, he changed clothes for himself and Mo Ziyi, and returned to the bedroom.

On the red bed, Mo Ziyi took out several other small boxes and asked, "Which one do you use this time?"

Ye Wuhui kissed him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Use everything."

The corners of Mo Ziyi's mouth rose slightly, responding to him: "Yes, the night is still very long..."

*****

After worshiping and getting married, it seems that such and such things have become less inarticulate.

However, they prefer to do things in the morning than before going to bed, and it has gradually become a habit, and no one can do without each other, so Mo Ziyi has given up the bad habit of staying in bed.

Mo Ziyi is not serious on weekdays, he always likes to say some coquettish words, slowly, Ye Wuhui has been taken away by him a lot, and he even flirts with words from time to time.

For example, this day, when he got up in the morning, Mo Ziyi joked: "Little brother, you are really very energetic here, and you can't wait for even a moment."

Ye Wuhui replied to him: "Three meals a day, morning and evening." The second word, he paused for a full three or two seconds.

Very elegant.

For another example, Mo Ziyi described him exaggeratedly: "Standing like a pine tree, he is tall and majestic, which is very impressive to me."

Ye Wuhui replied like this: "The skin is like creamy fat, fragrant and moist, I like it more."

This time, it was directly teasing | coquettish.

Mo Ziyi likes Ye Wuhui, and he also likes this kind of life. Except that he can't have children, he is no different from ordinary couples.

In fact, Mo Ziyi also raised this question with Ye Wuhui a few times. He asked Ye Wuhui: "If the little brother is really gone, what should Qing Yanzong do?"

Ye Wuhui replied seriously: "Qing Yanzong has always been the heir of the capable, and it has nothing to do with me."

Mo Ziyi said: "I don't believe it, there is no man in the world who doesn't want to have children."

Ye Wuhui shook his head, "I only want to spend the rest of my life with you. If it's a child, I just want a little fox, who is born like you, the kind who is obedient and obedient." He paused, "Only Only in this way, I am willing to share some of my love for you."

Hearing Ye Wuhui's words, Mo Ziyi imagined a little fox who was born exactly like him, swarming around Ye Wuhui, arching his head against Ye Wuhui, while Ye Wuhui held the little fox in his arms. The fox stroked him and played with him, but he was ignored.

Mo Ziyi knew that this was very naive, but he had to admit that it was just an imagination, and he was a little bit apprehensive.

His little brother, as long as it belongs to him alone.

It's just so contrived, so petty, and so unreasonable.

Mo Ziyi said: "Forget it, I think it's fine just the two of us."

The days after marriage are naturally so ordinary. During the day, Ye Wuhui practiced and dealt with the affairs of the sect. Mo Ziyi studied his formations, read storybooks in his spare time, and occasionally Going to the frying kitchen, the small life is really fun.

It's like this every day, there are endless radishes to eat, endless words to talk about, and endless emotions to talk about.

Seven days after moving to Qing Yanzong, everyone from Zizai Sect came. Zizai Patriarch brought a big gift, and they spent a long time before moving to the warehouse; Yin Wuqing and Yang Xinghe did not come , together to help Zuo Junqi deal with the chaos left over from the imperial city, I couldn't get away for a while, but I sent a letter.

In the letter, Yin Wuqing told Mo Ziyi not to play with things and lose his ambition, but to pay attention to his body and exercise restraint.You must not be left behind in the practice of formations. Although your husband's family is powerful, your own strength is the guarantee of everything.

Mo Ziyi: QAQ

He felt that this was very similar to the old mother telling the married daughter in the mortal world—"You must make money by yourself, and you must be independent in money, so that you don't have to rely on your husband's family for everything, and you can't do without others", and so on.

Yang Xinghe wrote in the letter: "Hundreds of years of good marriage, early birth of a precious son, congratulations on getting rich, everything goes well, I can't go this time, I invite you to come when I get married with the princess some other day, and walk away with a five-tailed fox in my arms." The wedding blanket must be so majestic that it will make those princes and aristocrats who call themselves nobles vomit blood with jealousy."

Mo Ziyi: ...

He suddenly regretted opening the letter.

At the banquet, the little bunnies also came, and they brought another big bag of radishes.

Counting the ones brought back from Zizaimen the first time, and the ones piled up in the tunnel, plus this time, Mo Ziyi has enough radishes to eat every day for more than a year.

So Mo Ziyi said to the little bunnies: "We already have a lot of radishes. If you give them away, you won't be able to survive the winter. Besides, we can't eat so many radishes."

The rabbits said: [It’s okay, we also saved a lot of radishes! 】

[Eat more radishes, the skin will be better! 】

[Yes, yes, eat more radishes, the young suzerain will like Junior Brother Fox even more! 】

Some rabbits said: [Yes, yes, radishes can be used not only for eating, but also...] The rabbit who said this left a meaningful pause and asked, [Yes] Bar? 】

Mo Ziyi picked up the rabbit's ears, bent his index finger, and flicked it on the furry head: "You bunny, you are so serious, what else can radishes be used for?"

[Oh, that's right, that's right...] This rabbit has been gesticulating for a long time, and felt that he didn't express anything clearly, so he sighed helplessly, [Didn't the master give you a copy? What picture?There are paintings inside. 】

Mo Ziyi: "!"

When he came back from Zizai Gate before, the patriarch Zizai did give him a book of erotic palace pictures. Later, the imperial city suddenly changed, and later, life was too comfortable, so he forgot it.

As soon as the banquet was over, he immediately rushed back to the bedroom, rummaged through the box, and found the book.

Coincidentally, Ye Wuhui also came back at this time, so Mo Ziyi took Ye Wuhui to watch together.

They leaned against the head of the bed together, with the erotic book in the middle, clinging to each other, flipping through the pages one by one.

Ye Wuhui is really different.

When he was at Zizaimen, he would still blush when he saw this book, but now he and Mo Ziyi were discussing the contents of the book on the bed.

Mo Ziyi picked a page that he thought was good, and asked, "How about this pose? It looks very exciting."

Ye Wuhui nodded, and with his hand, he turned the book a few pages forward: "I think this one is, well..."

In the page, the person below is almost folded.

Mo Ziyi: "So exciting?? Little brother, are you sure my waist won't break?"

Ye Wuhui turned a few more pages: "Then this one is not bad."

The intertwined figures were tied up with thin ropes, leaving one after another extremely tempting red marks.

Mo Ziyi: "Little brother, aren't you taking revenge on me for tying you up several times in my previous life?" He thought for a while and seemed to have made up his mind, "Okay! If you like it, I'm willing to tie up your lower body too." Yes. But the first one is absolutely impossible, and I am determined to fold it here."

Ye Wuhui closed the book: "There is another kind, there are no pictures in this book."

Mo Ziyi said: "Huh? My little brother is very knowledgeable."

Ye Wuhui said: "Next time, make a tail, okay?"

Mo Ziyi was stunned for a moment, looking at Ye Wuhui, who was staring at him with deep love in his eyes.

Ye Wuhui has really become too much after living a new life.

Mo Ziyi originally thought that it was Ye Wuhui who had changed, became more fond of laughing, and became willing to talk more.

After going through so many things, and after such a peaceful time, he realized that Ye Wuhui's smile was not for his cuteness, not for the little fox, but for him, for Mo Ziyi this person.

Mo Ziyi took off his headband, his hair like splashed ink fell down, two ears protruded from his hair, his fluffy tail hung down his waist, and he scratched Ye Wuhui's hands and legs one after another. The itching of the whole world, to the bottom of my heart.

Mo Ziyi blinked quickly, and said, "You don't have to wait until the next time, you can do it now, just in time to try the pose I chose."