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In the middle of the night, Jiang Lingxin fell into a drowsy sleep, and the temperature $1$2$3rn on his body rose.Zhou Yan closed his eyes tightly, pressed Jiang Ling's heart on the back of his head with one hand, and pressed the person into his arms, and gently patted the thin back of the person in his arms with one hand. footsteps.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, flung out the three silver needles with his backhand, and nailed them through the door panel, exposing the cold needle tips.

"Get lost." Zhou Yan lowered his voice.

The broad knife fell to the ground outside the door, and then the messy footsteps hurriedly sounded and then gradually moved away.

Jiang Ling's heart was disturbed by Jing Jing, his brows were furrowed, and he let out a low snort.Zhou Yan withdrew his hand, patted his shoulder lightly, and coaxed: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Those who run a black shop also know that the customers upstairs are not easy to mess with, so they don't want to make trouble.

In the middle of the night, the temperature on Jiang Lingxin's body dropped sharply, and a layer of frost formed on his long eyelashes, which woke Zhou Yan up.

"Hiss..." Zhou Yan took a deep breath, wrapped the person in his arms, and sent out his internal energy as if he didn't want money, but it didn't get better.Zhou Yan had no choice but to get up, took out the silver needle from his wrist, pierced it into Jiangling's heart, and fed some elixir.

Looking at the shivering person in his arms, Zhou Yan couldn't help sighing, "I'm afraid I'm going to suffer from a cold in the future." Jiang Ling gasped hard, leaning against Zhou Yan's chest, and pushed his chest away. placket.

"Hey... don't move around..." Zhou Yan pressed the person in his arms, feeling a little uncomfortable being rubbed against.

Jiang Ling lost his mind, his cold breath fell on Zhou Yan's chest, and he groped around Zhou Yan's waist with his hands, trying to absorb some warmth.Zhou Yan's mind was filled with only the cold fragrance in his bosom, wisps of it, refreshing, his icy muscles and bones touched and rubbed over, and within a moment, there was a response from his body.

It's over, Zhou Yan thought.

"If you move again, I will..." Before Zhou Yan finished speaking, Jiang Ling's heart had already groped for the warmest place, three inches below the navel.Zhou Yan was young and energetic, like a small stove, and his brain suddenly broke when he was disturbed to such an extent.Jiang Lingxin was trying to grasp the hot thing, but Zhou Yan suddenly pressed him down.

"You, you did it first!" Zhou Yan said fiercely, "I'll admit it even if I hit you."

What follows is something that is inconvenient to elaborate on.

The room was full of sobbing and low cries, and the shopkeepers and shopkeepers in the shop were all overwhelmed, and they all dared not speak out.Look, how can there be such a thing, they have always killed people and robbed them, so how come there are still couples who go to that black shop to make a fool of each other?What a world!

When the sky was about to brighten, Zhou Yan pulled out, tapped his nephrite-like belly with his fingertips, leaned over and kissed Jiang Ling's red eyes, and said, "Yuanyang is given to you, but Is it warm?"

As the morning light leaked through the window screen, Jiang Lingxin slowly opened his eyes, his whole body aching unspeakably, he looked sideways with effort, and there was a person sleeping beside him.The morning light like broken gold fell on his clear face, the quilt did not cover his chest, and the traces of his fingers were charming and unclear.There was a buzzing in Jiang Ling's heart, leaving him dizzy.

Zhou Yan was awakened by the movement around him, and opened his eyes to Shang Jiangling's pale face and beautiful eyes full of shock and anger.

"..." Zhou Yan didn't know what to say, so he could only silently hand over his right cheek.

With a crisp slap, Jiang Ling shook his hand with a cold face.

Zhou Yan bared his teeth in pain, but he still stretched out his left cheek.

Jiang Lingxin raised his hand, and slapped him again, symmetrically.

Zhou Yan covered his face, and said with a wry smile: "I've been beaten too, let me say something."

Jiang Ling stared at him coldly.

The morning wind outside the window blows along the rotten window, making the mattress fluttering.

With ten finger prints on Zhou Yan's face, eyebrows and eyes frowned, the hooligan said again, "Look, the weather is so good today, can you be my wife?"