My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

There is no distinction between men and women, they are beautiful and coquettish.

"Stunning?" Wei Wan's eyebrows were raised high and his lips curved, "Indeed, my brother smiles so presumptuously, so there is someone who is even better."

Rong Xian looked at her gloating look, her thin lips hidden under the red silk gauze, slightly tilted, the darkness around her smeared with the edge of the gauze, adding a bit of mystery and weirdness, and she snorted silently. .

"This isn't really stunning," Rong Xian leaned forward and lowered his head, then hooked her chin, "At most it's just an appetizer. It's still a short time before the delicious food is served, so why not taste some aperitifs first. "

Wei Wan's phoenix eyes moved downward inch by inch, and Hu Ji's dance clothes were covered with copper bells. The color extending out was like mountain vitriol. The outline of her waist was flexible and the lines of texture were tight. Her fingers were slender and lifted up. The copper bell under the chest slides from the back of the hand to the knuckles and nails. The movement is beautiful and graceful: "It sounds good."

"Isn't it just that the copper bell sounds good?" Rong Xian rubbed his hands, held her cold hands in his palms, pinched her cold fingertips, and looked up at her.

"Huh?" Wei Wan's voice rose lazily, and the clear and cold tone seduced Hei Shen and attracted Bai Bi, "Brother's breathing is also nice."

His tone was tentative, but the smile on his lips was very evil.

"People are not good-looking?"

"Brother, this is a bit too straightforward to ask," Wei Wan propped up his forehead, squinting upwards, his eyes and brows full of laughter, "It would be rude to meet a boudoir girl who is not familiar with the world."

"You are joking with Duke Zhou and making things up out of thin air." Rong Xian watched her mischief and scratched the tip of her nose with his fingers. Still not satisfied, he turned to rub her head. "In this life, I can only do When I meet a boudoir girl, she is not a master who is not familiar with the world. Don’t judge me blindly, but your innocence has been ruined by your empty words. She doesn’t want me, why don’t you come and hire me?”

"Hey, just now, I don't have this attitude." Wei Wan withdrew his hand and placed it on his waist, pinching and rubbing until it turned red before he stopped, "Let me tell you what she promised you."

"More," he curled his thin lips, his fox eyes were downcast, and his long eyelashes were very attractive, "The world is safe, the people are happy, the fiercest horse, the most ferocious falcon, three books and six etiquette, twelve lifts The sedan chair is made of white jade inlaid with gold and inlaid with eastern pearls.”

It was every word she said.

"..." Wei Wan pursed his lips and didn't say a word for a long time. The first words were normal, but the second words sounded crazy no matter how hard they sounded. They were made of white jade inlaid with gold and embedded with pearls, very delicate.

Finally, he said quietly, "I think she may not be able to hire you."

"Then," Rong Xian raised his eyebrows and looked down at her. As soon as he started talking, he saw her raising her eyes, her eyes full of determination, and her body seemed to be retreating to avoid danger.

"A villain has a family and a family to support."

Rong Xian pulled off the veil, and a gentle smile came into view, extending slowly, extremely slow and extremely gorgeous, breathtaking, but also creepy. Her words chuckled, just like bamboo leaves in the warm wind and sun, gentle and gentle : "Then Awan means..."

Wei Wan trembled for a moment and moved his gaze downwards. The spot was covered tightly by clean red gauze, and there were no traces of wetness. The moment he raised his eyes, he touched his nose and said hurriedly with a guilty conscience: "Then what? Yes, one more is not too much, you must raise it.”

Immediately, she pulled the red gauze in his hand, stood up and came closer, ran her fingertips across his white face, and brought back the 'jangling' veil: "Don't you want to taste the wine?"

Rong Xian took her waist, imitated her messy movements on his waist, pinched and rubbed it, and said two words coldly: "Perfunctory."

When Wei Wan was about to speak, Rong Xian pressed his thumb on her lips and raised his eyes to express his dissatisfaction: "Don't listen, that's cunning talk." Wei Wan's round eyes widened, and in a flash, the thorn on the peak of his lip The pain brought back her drifting consciousness. As she lowered her eyes, she saw Rong Xian pressing and rubbing circles on her lips with her calloused fingertips.

Wei Wan raised her hand and punched his thin arm, but the moment he hit it, he blocked it with his backhand. His strong arms circled at the same time, locking her hand in his arms, holding Wei Wan waist.

This time, the force was not tight, but it was done with skill. Wei Wan lowered his head and froze, stretched his fingers outwards, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out. For a moment, he raised his head, and his dark pupils reflected the face that was so close to him. , his body only tensed up for the moment when he was completely suppressed by Rong Xian, and then Wei Wan relaxed and looked at him with raised eyebrows, not seeing clearly the aggression and possession in those fox eyes.

Just as Wei Wan was about to open his lips, the soft gauze material touched it, and his eyes widened again. The clusters of curled eyelashes stood up as if they were exploding. The corners and peaks of his lips were tightly attached, and they were hot. The breath blows on the gauze, and the material is dyed with the warmth of an incense burner.

A slightly swollen bead emerged from her lips.

"Why can't you breathe?" Rong Xian held her chin, pinched her ring finger and thumb, pinched her cheeks, and pulled back a little bit, her voice was hoarse, her breath was inflamed, and her lips were open to gasp, which made the red gauze , seemingly absent, pounced on her lips.

Wei Wan almost cursed, and exhaled two slow breaths from his lungs. The moment he opened his mouth, Rong Xian pressed forward again, and the area between Wei Wan's forehead and the tip of his eyebrows kept beating in anger.

This bastard simply regards the red gauze in the distance as nothing!

As a result, her mouth was filled with the cool and slippery gauze material!

Wei Wan's hand fell on the side of Rong Xian's neck and pushed him away. The moment he pinched her, he pressed on the rolling Adam's apple. Not only did he fail to push it away, but he was also panting and trying to seize the tower and seize the platform.

It’s still exciting!
Her eyes were red with anger, and she pressed her hand on the back of his neck, unable to dodge. For a moment, the smell of rust filled their mouths and air, and the gauze was stained with a deeper dark red.

Rong Xian found the arm that was holding the back of his neck, and rubbed it with his fingers. He had no intention of avoiding it. Instead, he chuckled lightly and leaned forward according to the strength of the arm, expanding the territory.

Wei Wan grabbed his shoulders, too hard, with a posture of swallowing up mountains and rivers, while Rong Xian held her back with gentle movements and calmness. They were fighting and entangled in the game, and no one was willing to admit defeat.

After a long time, Wei Wan raised his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe the hair from the corner of his lips: "You can't."

"Let's breathe again." Rong Xian raised his eyebrows, put the tip of his tongue against the back teeth, and pressed the wound, "A cat or dog is reincarnated? It has weird teeth."

After he finished speaking, he was responded with a kick to the stomach. The person who kicked him staggered back two steps. Wei Wan looked at him and snorted: "The temper is stronger."

"Yeah," Rong Xian responded, laughing slowly, with a clear and boundless moonlight for a moment, "It's quite fierce, like he hasn't been released yet..."

Under Wei Wan's narrowed eyes and dangerous gaze, he continued, "Wolf cub."

The last chapter was changed to six in the morning. When I woke up to eat, I felt that my brain was confused and sluggish. And I found that whenever I tried to work hard, I would be accurately scrutinized, and then my enthusiasm would fade away again and again.

Halfway through writing, I came up with some ideas... that will be reviewed. It's so difficult.