She showed the last line before opening the door.

The moment the door opened, it was almost the next second. Her back was held by his hand, and her lips were pinched by him.

An Xiaomen stepped back, and he followed.

Her excited cells jumped, her body bounced, her two arms clung to his neck, her legs pinched his waist, and the whole person hung on her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm looking for you."

"Close the door." An Xiaomen pointed behind him.

He kicked his foot back so that the door closed instantly.

"Anti-lock."

He freed one hand and didn't even turn around, and touched the door accurately.

Unlock successfully.

"Is that all right?"

"okay."

Jin Qingyan hugged her to the bed, glanced around the layout of the room, and said, "The conditions are simple."

"It's pretty good. I also bring my own bathroom. After two days, I will go back to where I grew up."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can anyone live there?"

"Why not?" She asked rhetorically. "People from the North City are there every night to guard the tombs of my master and his grandfather. In fact, I want to go back there for a few days. Although it is a shabby room, it is home."

"Then I will be with you."

"Such places are rude, you don't get used to living there. Don't go to suffer together."

"No." He didn't follow, "I want to live where you grew up, yes, do you want to renovate the temple and rebuild a new one, you can go back when you want to live."

She shook her head. "No matter how good the refurbished house is, it doesn't feel like I used to live there. If I wanted to renovate, construction would have already started."

"That's true, you didn't expect me to come?" He reached out and scratched her nose with his index finger, "I must haven't thought of it, right?"

"Of course I didn't expect it to be dark. Are you going back?"

"Would you like me to return?"

"Thinking ..." Seeing his eyes flash, she continued, "I don't want ..."

"Give a reason to listen, why don't you want me to go back so much?"

An Xiaojing looked at his cheerful eyebrows and knew what he wanted to hear.

It's so obvious, isn't it?

"Because I want to sleep with you."

"Okay, satisfy you ..."

"Yeah, I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Wash together after sleep."

"..."

After a strenuous battle, the two lay there panting, Jin Qingyan hugged her to the bathroom to take a shower.

The toilet here was seriously disgusted by Jin Qingyan.

"Why is this water so yellow?"

"This is a mountain. The draught is already tense. The well water is pumped up like this. Wash it, but it is slightly yellow. It is not a problem."

"Ah, this urinal ..." For Jin Qingyan, who had cleanliness, he saw that the edge of the urinal that was not a toilet was rusted and severely blackened, and he couldn't bear to look directly.

"It's been like this for a long time. You really want to carry a toilet when you come back tomorrow."

"How do you know I'm coming tomorrow?"

An Xiaomen said with a smile, "That's how I know you. It's not your style of Jin Qing to come."

"Mrs. is so smart and rewards one." He caught another kiss and gave up.

Neither of them washed their hair, but just took a hot shower and went out.

After drying, the two snuggled to each other on the bed. An Xiaomen told him what he did to his niece today, and after that, she seriously asked him, "Did I do a poisonous stepmother?" Potential? "

"Isn't it a poisonous aunt?" He wondered. "Why a stepmother?"

"Isn't there a proverb that says this, the root of the stepmother's heart, although most stepmothers are very good to their stepchildren, but there are still a small number of them that are not good, and there are very few people who make orders Humans have pointed out, of course, let alone the stepmother. Some biological mothers are still the same. People are different from others. It is a blessing if the stepchildren encounter a kind, docile and generous stepmother. "

"What are you doing?" Jin Qingyan put her head against her own arm, and he liked to hold her like this. "Compared to Bao'er who once opened the gas to the Moonlight Temple at night and burned Wenlele, you It ’s nothing at all. Even if Qingyue was n’t pregnant, she could n’t do this to Baoer. I think she knew she would be soft-hearted, so I asked you to give it to you. ”

After hearing what he said, An Xiaomen's mouth raised a little.

Because they were frank with each other and didn't wear any clothes, An Xiaomen hugged him happily. "Why is your body so warm? I feel like I'm so cold."

"Ah ..." He groaned slightly, and said intimately in her ear, "Every time you and these two buns are close to me, I am the most excited."

She warned him, "No more nonsense, Jin Qingyan, I want to sleep."

"Okay, sleep."

"What are you touching / me?"

"go to bed."

"Jin Qingyan!"

"Call her husband, be good, and listen to it, you haven't called in a long time."

"Husband ..."

The night was long, and this time neither of them took a bath again.

An Xiaomen fell asleep in an extremely relaxed situation. She had not dreamed for a long time.

This time, I had a dream.

In the dream, she kept running, and she ran out of breath, even though she was out of breath, and didn't stop, as if there was something pulling her, but there was a white world in front, and she looked at everything not see.

Just run and run like this, I feel tired to run off my legs.

Finally, white was gradually lifted up, as if a gust of wind came, and the unclear area was scraped away.

Suddenly saw Jin Qingyan's face.

She stared at Jin Qingyan, and shouted with joy, "Deep words!"

After this shout, she only felt the pain in her head, dizzy, and felt the liquid flowing down her face. She reached out and touched it, her color was red, and her hands were covered with blood.

"My head is bleeding ..."

Jin Qingyan smiled at her without saying a word.

An Xiaomen covered her head and walked towards him. He was clearly not too far away from her, but she couldn't reach him.

She was anxious, she was mad, she collapsed, she shouted.

It feels like I really want to catch him, but I can't catch it.

He just stood there, only smiling at her, not saying a word.

Until her feet suddenly floated, her body seemed to keep falling, "Talk!"

An Xiaomen screamed and woke up from her dream. She sat up and gasped.

"Xiao Ning, what's wrong?"

An Xiaolim reached out and grabbed her own hair. Her emotions didn't seem to reflect from her dream. It wasn't until Jin Qingyan asked a second time that she hugged him.

"Is it about me?" He asked.