70th bowl of soup (3)

Qinghuan's hair grew out, jet black, soft and thin to the touch, but thick, and it didn't look so strange when she put on the silk and satin that Wei Changan prepared for her.

Wei Changan hoped that she could become her own Xiaojiaojiao, and forget everything in the past, especially the Jingxin Temple of Lao Shizi, and it would be best not to remember it forever. The Qing Huan in his heart can be seen through at a glance, clean and clear like clouds in the sky, but does the real woman really look as pure and innocent as colored glaze?

Perhaps under this snowy white, the hidden things are still dark. Wei Changan has been lingering for many years. The beauty he has longed for may not be true beauty.

When Wei Changan came back every day, his body was bloody. Sometimes his robe was dripping blood. Because it was a black robe, he couldn't see it clearly, but the smell was very pungent, but Qinghuan rushed every time. Entering his arms, he didn't care that his clothes would be soiled.

She doesn't love wealth and glory, she doesn't love gold and silver treasures, she only loves her lover, but this love is hidden too deeply, even she herself can't see it clearly, maybe she can only reveal it if she loses control.

That kind of flames, desperate love.

"Jiaojiao..." Wei Changan couldn't dodge, and was hugged by Qing Huan who was waiting at the door. He can actually dodge, but Qinghuan has rushed desperately from time to time, the posture of moths fighting the fire, if he dodges, she will have to fall. "I am dirty."

The goose-yellow skirt was dirty again and smelled of blood. Qinghuan's little nose twitched lightly, and she said of course: "I like the smell on you."

He thought she was talking about the smell he usually washes and puts on in normal clothes, but he doesn't know that the smell that Qinghuan says he likes refers to the **** smell on his body. Although she grew up in Jingxin'an and has never been contaminated with dirt, she always faintly hears and sees something, but subconsciously tells her to be clever and pure, otherwise she will not live long.

She got used to wearing a mask, and over time, she even forgot what kind of person she was.

Hearing Qing Huan saying that he likes herself, Wei Changan smiled, her little hands wrapped around his waist, her little face was buried in his arms, first rubbed, and then looked up at him: "You came back very late today. ."

After arresting a person, it took some time for interrogation, and the obstacles encountered in order to arrest people finally died under his hands. Qing Huan looked at the series of **** ghosts like zongzi behind Wei Changan, and didn't care: "They are all following you. came back."

"they?"

As a result, as soon as Wei Changan turned his head, all the ghosts disappeared. Qing Huan showed a look of joy: "Changan is really amazing!"

Although she can see ghosts, these ghosts are not afraid of her. Instead, they always want to go to her body, or they will follow her, but she doesn't care about it. In addition, she has been lingering with Wei Changan, and her body is infected with his breath. At most, these ghosts can only scare her with grimacing faces, and basically can't rely on her for a single hair.

Wei Changan is different. If people are afraid of ghosts, then ghosts are most afraid of people like him. He is simply a natural ghost nemesis, more fierce than the worst ghost. Those ghosts who followed Qing Huan's conspiracy, they were afraid of seeing him, even if they knew that the other party couldn't see themselves at all. This is simply the most embarrassing thing. After death, it turns into a ghost and does not dare to seek revenge from the person who killed him in his lifetime. The person who was afraid of his death will still be afraid after his death.

Wei Changan was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and naturally he didn't care about how many ghosts were around him who wanted to kill him. He gently rubbed Qing Huan's slender waist. The two of them had loved her countless times. He knew her body well, and only a little teasing would make her soften under him.

He only heard a chuckle, clinging to his arms, like a green vine entwining a big tree, trembling slightly while begging softly: "Changan... don't, don't do this... watching..."

Looking, what is watching? Wei Changan thought for two seconds before he suddenly realized, "They dare not."

In fact, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but since Qing Huan could see it, maybe there were things in this world that he couldn't understand. Then Wei Changan felt bad. If so, would it be too dangerous to leave her alone in the mansion? "Jiaojiao, you will follow me in the future, wherever I go, you will be there."

Qing Huan glanced at him blankly, and nodded after reacting. She naturally wanted to be with him all the time. After leaving Jingxin'an, he is the only person she knows and trusts. Although you can explore in the house every day, it is not as warm and happy as when he was together.

Wei Changan nodded her head and smiled happily. He held Qinghuan’s small hand and kissed her fingers one by one in a very gentle and **** way. The delicate tip of his tongue was wrapped around her delicate fingertips, and Qinghuan’s whole body was covered. She trembled again, and a strange and familiar feeling rushed from the soles of her feet directly to the top of her head, which made her feel weak, and was picked up by Wei Changan delicately, lingering in the bright red blood.

On the second day, the Jinlin Guards of the Jinlin Mansion watched with a stunned look at the commander who was driving the carriage. The adult first parked the carriage at the door, and then hugged a group from the carriage... Uh, maybe it was a tuft? The blanket is airtight, but it's a small one. Wei Changan ignored the surprised expressions of his subordinates, and did not even show Qing Huan's eyeballs. If she accidentally kicked off the blanket with her little feet, the Jinlin Guards hadn't noticed that the person who commanded the adults to hug was a person.

The little feet were wearing moon-white embroidered shoes, decorated with precious South Pearls. They were swaying gently with the movements of the adults. They were smaller than their palms. They looked extraordinarily cute and lovely. An impulse to play.

It's a pity that this was just a glimpse, and soon he was instructed to hide it strictly. The Jinlin Guards did not dare to raise their heads to offend, and they all lowered their heads to their chests, for fear of being commanded to make the adults find themselves rude.

Qing Huan didn't expect Wei Changan to wrap herself so tightly, she was almost out of breath! That's why she struggled desperately in the blanket, but Wei Changan was suppressed by force. She was particularly unhappy, so until the blanket was uncovered, the whole person was full of anger. When Wei Changan came to kiss her, she still hid. Later, when she couldn't escape, she reached out and covered her mouth. In short, she refused to kiss her.

Wei Changan wanted to laugh a little: "Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"

"Why are you making me out of breath?" Xing had round eyes, really very unhappy.

Wei Changan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't I make you out of breath every day?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant, blushing, and then sternly said, "That, that's different!"

"What's the difference?" Wei Changan asked casually, squeezing the soft flesh of her waist, which is her sensitive area, and with a loud cry, the whole person lost energy and fell softly in his arms. His eyes were watery and pitiful. She looked so pitiful, and Wei Changan held her in the palm of his hand and kissed her. He kissed her into a soft white jade dumpling. He couldn't think of anything to be angry anymore, so he coaxed her. Said: "The people outside are very bad, I don't like them watching you."

To put it bluntly, it is not his jealousy and possessiveness that are at work. What he likes is that he doesn't allow others to look at it. He can't wait to hide Qinghuan, and he won't see anyone other than him in his life.

The big gentle hand rubbed Qing Huan's head, "Wait later, if you want to go out, I will take you out again."

Take me out for shopping?

Qinghuan doesn't believe it, can he be so generous? Besides, he is always followed by a series of **** evil spirits, so he always gives people a cold and gloomy aura, wherever he goes, there is no grass, and the whole street can be emptied in an instant.

But she didn't want to get angry with Wei Chang. It was enough to act like a baby and make a temper occasionally. She knew that he was very caring when she saw this kind of thing, and she didn't want to upset him. Besides, she has no desire for everything in the world, except for Wei Changan, she doesn't like anything.

"I don't like going out, I just want to follow you." Qing Huan learned the way Wei Changan kissed herself, and awkwardly kissed him on his thin lips. "Where you go, take me wherever you go, like that. I am very happy."

This answer is simply speaking of the commander's heart, his sweet black eyes are so bright, he can't wait to rub Qinghuan into his body. The commander's love is expressed through actions. I like you very much, and I especially like you, so I want to go to you.

I haven’t been here yet. Sometimes when he’s dealing with official duties, he suddenly thinks of Qinghuan, and he longs for her body, hoping to come with her in various places. The Jinlin Guardian is heavily guarded and no outsiders are allowed to enter. The office courtyard is dead and quiet, and it couldn't be more suitable, and no one will bother you.

Before Qinghuan had time to react, Wei Changan stripped off her clothes. A ball of mutton and white jade fell on the desk. Although it was summer, the place where Wei Changan was in was very cool. The desk was wide and long, and it was very comfortable to lie down. It's a bit hard, and her beautiful back hurts so hot.

The two have been fooling around for about two hours. If there weren't any reports from his subordinates, Wei Changan, who was exceptionally talented, would never stop so easily.

No matter how uncomfortable Qinghuan is, no matter how dark, her body is still a weak woman. The sixteen-year-old girl is as tender as green, and she can't stand the love of Wei Changan, so she cried early and fell asleep.

He took her to rest on the bed behind the screen, covered the quilt, and walked two steps, remembering that she had said that evil spirits were always following her, so he took off the knife that he never left and placed it next to her pillow.

No one he loves can make her unhappy.