My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Rong Xian suddenly came closer, and the neatly arranged clothes were scattered and loosened by him, and the untied belt was caught off guard and knocked askew by him, and fell down, leaving only one end hooked on the little finger.

"Rong Lanting," Wei Wan grabbed the tip of his ear, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled him away, "Have you seen the scimitar of the Northern Xinjiang soldiers?"

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows, feeling that these words were not simple. He didn't care about the slight pain in his ears, and waited for her next words with a half-smile on his lips.

"Would you like to try what it feels like to be penetrated?"

Rong Xian almost didn't laugh out loud. He pinched her chin and looked at her serious and violent behavior. He felt even more amused: "So fierce."

"It's not bad, but this scimitar has a sharp edge, and it looks bloody." Rong Xian's knuckles were slender, his index finger lifted her chin, and his thumb could still rub her lips, "It's better to find one that doesn't see blood. Poke.”

"The stick and the iron whip are blunter?" Wei Wan thought for a while, and he didn't know what he thought of, but gradually it became more meaningful, "Do you like it?"

Rong Xian looked at her with a malicious look on her face and almost laughed out of breath. His narrowed fox eyes showed full danger. He put more force on his fingertips and pressed her unforgiving mouth: "Huh? Ah Wan wants to Where to stab."

"Brother wants me to poke him wherever he wants." Wei Wan raised his eyelashes, his squinting eyes filled with amusement, "Brother wants me to poke him wherever he says."

"Tsk, okay," Rong Xian pinched her chin and lifted it up, lowered his body, put it against her upper lip, and then touched the corner of her lips, "Use here, poke here."

He bit the tip of her tongue more and more fiercely, and scolded vaguely: "Wei Awan, you are so capable, where did you learn the dirty talk!"

Rong Xian's slender hands pinched the curve of her waist, and after speaking, his big palm slapped her lower back with a punishment. After a while, he pulled back a few centimeters, then chased and pecked the tip of Wei Wan's tongue that had not yet been swallowed, and then slowly took the lips and engaged them: "Stab who? Huh?"

Wei Wan gritted his teeth, resolutely not saying a word, raised his hand and pinched Rong Xian's neck, making a gesture to prevent others from exploring for even half an inch. He ignored the bead in the center of his lips that Rong Xian was holding on to, and then continued without any trace. Let, he opened his mouth word by word: "Stab, you."

Rong Xian's fox eyes were dark and dark against the sudden storm. He held her wrist with his thin hand and pressed it on the back of her waist. The moment he let go of the round bead, he leaned forward to get close.

Wei Wan's nails dug into the back of Rong Xian's hand, leaving traces of the crescent moon. The moment his lips touched lightly, he raised his eyebrows, raised his legs and bent his knees, and kicked Rong Xian's inside leg.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes calmly, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled wildly in the spring breeze. He bent his knees and put them on the inside of her ankles. He took advantage of the gap and stepped forward, lifting up Wei Wan's waist and letting her rest on the wooden table. , standing naturally in the gap that was separated. This posture, after the surrounding fog dispersed, became inexplicably clearer and more charming, as if her waist was clamped by her legs.

Wei Wan let out a cold snort in his throat, with a stern look on his face. He raised his leg that was pushed away by Rong Xian's knee and swept across the side of Rong Xian's neck, sending a sharp chill.

Rong Xian was afraid of really hurting someone, so he pressed his waist and stepped back half a step to avoid the fatal kick. Wei Wan turned around, pressed the edge of the table with both hands, jumped down and stood still, and when he turned around, Rong Xian returned to his straight body, his phoenix eyes flashed with a strange color, a hint of smile leaked from his lips, he took advantage of the situation and kicked him in the chest, which caught Rong Xian off guard and took him several steps back before he could stabilize his body. Rong Xian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said with a hint of a smile: "It's impossible to guard against it, Wei Awan. Do you know that you should be polite first and then attack with soldiers?"

"The situation is unfavorable. We can only do it by surprise. If you can win, it's a good strategy. Brother, I'm good at using business strategies. In the end, I don't need to teach you the moral principles." Wei Wan stretched out his hand and pulled Rong Xian's lapel, pulling him back. There are slightly curved folds on the eyelashes, and the upturned tail of the eyes is hooked, and the twinkling in the eyes makes people unable to help but sink in, "Don't move anymore."

Rong Xian curled his knuckles and raised his hand, hooking her cicada-like long eyelashes. With an unconscious smile on his lips, he lowered his body and put the tip of his nose between her eyebrows.

Wei Wan raised his eyes and glanced at him. He held his waist and abdomen with the back of his hand, shifted the position, and lowered his eyes to fasten the belt for him meticulously. As soon as he took his waist to reach the other end of the belt, he saw Rong Xian. The slender figure pressed in imperceptibly, and the corner of his forehead throbbed slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Rong Xian, if you find any trouble with your thick skin, just tie it yourself."

"Tsk," Rong Xian mumbled a few times in her throat, then pushed away a little, her fingers wrapped around her wrist that was pressed against his waist, and her fingertips rubbed the location of her heart pulse, feeling the beating under her fingertips. Then it fell on one end of the belt on the waist and abdomen, and pressed it all the way to the back of the waist. The other backhand held Wei Wan's palm and led her to find the belt on the back of her waist.

Waiting for Wei Wan to integrate and overlap the two ends of the belt, he took it from her hand, tied the knot first and tied it behind the waist, then pinched Wei Wan's soft fingers and led her to hook the belt, teaching her one step. The meal was slow and leisurely, the tone was leisurely, and the lips and eyebrows were filled with joy.

Rong Xian raised his eyes and looked at her particularly interested face. He taught her one of the most complicated auspicious knots in an unhurried and methodical manner. He then pulled off the ring from her waist and threaded it through, stroking the single rope flower and another Taught her a three-loop knot, ending with a concentric knot.

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and saw that he had tied a beautiful and straight belt. He felt relieved and his eyes could not stop being satisfied. He pinched the belts on both sides of his waist and straightened them. He didn't feel anything was wrong at all and opened his mouth to praise. :"pretty."

"What's so beautiful?" Rong Xian squinted his eyes, the ends of his raised eyes were inviting, his warm palms were faintly moist, and he grabbed Wei Wan's slightly cold hand, "What's so beautiful about it?"

Wei Wan stretched out his index finger, with the top point on the three-ring knot in the middle, and then clicked on the auspicious knots and concentric knots on both sides. In a blink of an eye, his fingertips were raised and hung, and he gestured to his waist and abdomen: "It looks good."

"Huh? Where?" Rong Xian saw Wei Wan's vaguely impatient face, smiled, and locked Wei Wan's gaze with his fox eyes, "Brother, does your waist look good?"

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows, exhaled hot breath, put his palm firmly on his waist, squeezed it and said, "Hmm... Brother, my waist is quite thin."

Rong Xian couldn't see the evil intention in her eyes, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, A-Wan, your strength has not diminished."

"Do you know what kind of knot this is?" He hooked her finger and started to recognize it from the left side. "This is an auspicious knot, tied around a single rope flower. It is a three-ring knot. The one on the right..."

"It's called a knot of hearts."

Wei Wan glanced sideways and said in a light tone: "Brother is really... pervasive."