A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

A branch of red and bright dew is fragrant, and the cloud and rain Wushan is heartbroken.

Inside the curtain, Xuan Jing panted slightly, and reached out to grab the pair of slender jade hands that were soft and boneless frequently making trouble on his body.

Shu Ange smiled lightly, raised his face to Xuan Jing's lips, and pecked playfully.

Xuanjing remembered the little hands that led him to do what he did just now, and his heart was full of charm, and his voice was a little dry when he was shy and embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, Shu Ange crouched on his shoulders, quietly approached his ear, and blew a breath of hot air.

Xuanjing shuddered, and Shu Ange pressed into his ear and said, "Master, have you never..."

Before she could finish her words, Xuan mirror image was burned, and closed her eyes with red face and red ears.

Fu Sheng often hated the lack of joy, and after the tangle, Shu Ange arranged the clothes for Xuan Jing, and got out of bed to pick up the white jade hair crown.

Seeing her green silk twisting, her face like a peach blossom, holding a white jade crown in her hands, and her smooth and lovely little feet stepping on clogs, like a fairy walking down from the painting, Xuan Jing said, "I'll help you comb your hair."

Shu Ange raised his eyebrows and looked at Xuanjing suspiciously: "You can comb your hair?"

A person who has never had hair before offers to comb her hair. Although it sounds romantic, is it really reliable?

It's just that the parting is imminent, Shu Ange smiled and said, "Okay."

She walked to the dressing table, Xuan Jing followed, and picked up a delicate ivory comb from the dressing table.

Shu Ange suddenly thought that the original owner had put a dressing table in Xuanjing's residence, and her mind was already very clear.

Xuanjing held a cold ivory comb in his hand, only to realize that he was indeed not very good at combing his hair.

But in order to spend more time with Shu Ange, he picked up the comb and slowly took care of her long hair.

Her hair is thick and smooth, and Xuanjing can easily comb it from head to tail, and her movements are very gentle and considerate.

The bronze mirror was dim, and the postures of the two were a little ambiguous. Xuanjing thought that Shu Ange was about to leave the capital in danger, and his heart was stuffy as if he was hit by a bell.

Sensing Xuan Jing's absent-mindedness, Shu Ange opened the drawer on the dressing table and took out a pocket-sized pair of gold and silver twisted wire scissors.

Xuan Jing was startled and stopped the movement in his hand, but Shu Ange quickly cut off a strand of hair, tied it into a knot and put it in a close-fitting sachet, and solemnly handed it over to Xuan Jing.

He held the bulging bag in his hand, and tied his heart to it with an empty heart, and said in a melancholy: "Parents who are affected by the body and skin, Mochizuki, why are you suffering."

"If I go and don't look back, at least it's a thought."

Xuanjing's face changed greatly when he heard the words, and he grabbed Shu Ange and said: "Don't talk nonsense, you will return triumphantly, then I will return to the secular for you and be by your side."

After making the first promise, Xuan Jing was less resistant to returning to the secular world.

"Help me comb my hair first."

Xuan Jing didn't promise to speak any more, but gently pulled Shu Ange's hair up. He acted a little rusty and hurt Shu Ange's scalp, but she naturally wouldn't show it.

After cherishing others, Shu Ange felt a little heavy, and she had already made up her mind to go out.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and Shu Ange planned to take Master Wang to the border.

When the army left Beijing, Shu Ange had mixed feelings in her heart. She was dressed in Ming Guangkai, with a seven-foot Qingfeng sword hanging from her waist.

However, none of this was as good as the twisted bun that Xuanjing had tied for her that day.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and the flags are flying high, just like her heart.

"Baby's Sleepy"