"But there is sincerity in your words." Jiang Guo held down Yuanji's hand before he raised the bowl, "You said you would carry it for him, I believe it."

Yuanji looked at his covered hand. The severe pain on his back made his head swell, but it also made the warmth coming from his hand particularly clear.

The medicine was stopped.

Desire is coming.

The strong drink broke away his calmness, and for the first time he had an impulse to hold the hand in front of him, just to retain the faint warmth.

"Don't touch me." Yuanji pulled back his hand, "Everything you heard is false."

"real."

Jiang Guo grabbed his hand, leaned a little closer, and said seriously: "You are real."

Yuanji let her hold her hand and lowered his head, thinking about what he said in the gambling house tonight. At that time, he wanted to carry it for Gao Cheng from the bottom of his heart.

Not for anything else, just because of guilt.

He killed Heng Weng's son and Gao Cheng's mentor. When he was a boy, he was an unscrupulous, insidious and cunning warrior. Killing was the purpose, regardless of the reason. His sleeplessness brought him an unprecedented coldness, but his spiritual power made him so cold.

His frozen heart beat again, and he felt something.

No longer a puppet.

Yuanji lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Am I serious?"

Am I alive?

He rubbed the five fingers of his bare hands and scraped them carefully against his palms. The itch was real, and the warmth was real. He felt a throbbing that he had never experienced before, and his heart beat rapidly.

Jiang Guo held his hand and stood up, walked closer and touched his head, and asked softly: "Junior brother, you don't have to make things difficult for yourself, you are real. You are a living person."

Spiritual power flowed in his veins, and the volatile spirits revealed a rich drowsiness. The corners of his eyes were crimson, and it was difficult to suppress this impulse in his heart.

The hand yanked hard!

Jiang Guo exclaimed and fell into his arms, as warm and fragrant as jade, and the two held each other tightly.

"Senior sister." Yuanji's eyes were filled with burning desire, "If this is a dream tonight, please don't let me wake up."

"It's not a dream." Jiang Guo opened his eyes wide and whispered softly, "You and I are both real."

Yuanji's throat slid. Under the urging of desire, he slowly lowered his head, their noses touched lightly, and their eyes met.

There is no lie or coldness in the clear and watery eyes. The lips cover the other's lips, and with a light touch, the softness creates unstoppable ripples in the heart. Chinese website

The smell of alcohol enveloped the two of them, and each other's breathing gradually became heavier.

Yuan Ji shrank his neck as if timidly, but Jiang Guo bit his lip, once, twice, three times.

This temptation was like a tease filled with hot desire. Yuanji suddenly leaned over and hugged her, kissing her hard!

The waves have risen and are difficult to calm down. They hold each other and gradually become wild in the shy taste. Yu Shui's obsession has filled his brain. Yuanji regards this as a sweet dream, a warmth he has never experienced in his life.

So he hugged Jiang Guo tightly, abandoned all attachments, and devoted himself to the joy of dreams.

At this moment, Yuanji felt real desire, and the joy in his heart swept over him like an overwhelming undercurrent. The surge of spiritual power pushed his Taoist heart to become purer. This was his first demon.

Happy devil.

The kiss was passionate and lingering until a rooster crowed outside.

Lip parting.

Yuan Ji gasped and looked at Jiang Guo and said, "It's not a dream."

Jiang Guo's eyes were misty and her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating pink color. She answered softly: "No."

The dead puppet raised its head and tore off the threads binding its arms and legs.

He lived.

The morning light was bright, the red lamp was still burning in the room, the curtains were half-closed, and a faint snort could be heard from time to time.

Jiang Guo sat cross-legged with his legs curled up, looking down at Yuan Ji on his lap, his face flushed with joy and a satisfied smile on his lips.

She lowered her eyes for half the night, from her thick eyebrows, straight nose, to her white cheeks, to her thin lips. Her breath was light, and if she didn't listen carefully, Yuan Ji on her lap seemed to be sleeping deathly.

silent.

But Jiang Guo knew that he slept soundly

Sweet, because her hands were clenched tightly, which made her appear shy that she had never had in ordinary times, like a girl who had tasted love for the first time. No matter where you looked, the appearance of your sweetheart seemed to have a mysterious look.

hazy.

The haze was originally far away from her, so she tried hard to pursue it and approached cautiously. Only when she held it in her arms could she clearly see the most beautiful and romantic part of it.

Jiang Guo's fingertips gently brushed Yuan Ji's eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips. She touched every place that had made her throb to make sure it was not a dream.

It's true.

She rubbed Yuanji's cheek playfully and scratched it with her nails. The itch also made Yuanji wake up.

Yuan Ji slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand that was holding Jiang Guo and looked at it. Then he rested his head on her knee, stared at her and said, "You haven't slept all night?"

Jiang Guo shook his head slightly.

"Are you tired?"

Jiang Guo shook his head again.

"You..." Yuanji paused and said, "Aren't you going to speak?"

Jiang Guo looked at his curious expression and suddenly felt that this expression was inexplicably cute. She raised her other free hand, held the side of Yuan Ji's face, and shook her head again with a chuckle.

Yuanji felt the warmth and softness of the hand and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Guo looked at him, gently rubbed his cheek with her palm, and said affectionately: "I'm remembering your appearance."

"What?" Yuanji covered her hand with his hand, "Afraid of forgetting me?"

"I won't forget you, I just..." Jiang Guo looked into his eyes, "I want to remember the most relaxed you."

Yuanji stood up straight by holding on to the edge of the bed, turned around and said, "The days I spent in Kaiyuan Valley were the most relaxing."

"Because there are no worries?" Jiang Guo tilted her head and looked up at him, "There is no hatred?"

"Because I have a family to return to." Yuanji smiled naturally, "I have you."

"Really?" Jiang Guo smiled heartily and nodded slightly, "Really?"

The distance between the two was already very close, and Jiang Guo could smell the smell of Yuan Ji's body. It was a faint smell of dust, like the fragrance brought by travelers from afar, as light as tea, refreshing.

She remembered the smell, took a deep breath, found it in her lungs, and carefully preserved it.

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled with each breath. Then, a moist warmth covered her lips. The fragrance was a little stronger, and she tasted the sweetness.

Waiting to open her eyes, Jiang Guo looked at the piercing eyes in front of her and said hesitantly: "It's daybreak, why aren't you going to wash up?"

"It's just Mao Shi." Yuanji rarely cheated, "It's still early."

"Get up and go wash up. If the servants come in and see you," Jiang Guo rubbed his shoulder, "How can I see anyone in the future if you ask me?"

"Are you afraid?" Yuanji was pushed away a little, but he came back and bit her upper lip, saying vaguely, "Afraid you'll bite me again?"

Jiang Guo snorted and said, "You..."

Once, twice, three times.

Her teeth gently scraped her glossy red lips, and a numb itch suddenly appeared in Jiang Guo's heart. Her eyes gradually became blurred, no longer answering, but getting closer and closer.

The two slowly embraced each other.

The sweetness in the wing room made the air feel a bit warm, but at this moment, Gao Cheng stood beside the door outside the room, slowly lowered his fingers that were frozen in the air, and then turned around and walked down the steps. He walked through the yard and reached the corridor.

Stop forward.

Looking back.

The sun had already set in the early morning at Mao Shi, and the sound of lonely footsteps could be heard on the long back porch, and the morning dew was slightly cold.

A sigh.

Dong Dong.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a call from a maid came from outside the house: "Master Yuan, it's almost time. My servant is here to help Master Yuan wash and change clothes."

"Listen." Jiang Guo's breathing was disordered. She pushed Yuan Ji with all her strength, "Someone is coming."

Yuan Ji didn't even look at the door. He stared straight at Jiang Guo and shouted, "Get out."

"Here." The maid responded after hearing the voice.

Immediately he added, "The gang leader asked his servant to pass the message, and he is waiting for Lord Yuan in the inner hall to discuss the matter."

"Go quickly." Jiang Guo punched Yuan Ji in the chest, "Don't make trouble."

Yuanji had no choice but to put on his shoes and shouted: "Come in."

Jiang Guo glared at him, but Yuan Ji pretended not to notice. The maid opened the door and saw both of them sitting on the bed. She immediately said in surprise: "Master Yuan, are you here..."

"Waiting for Miss Jiang to wash up and change clothes." Yuanji interrupted her, then got up and walked towards the door, "take good care of her."

The maid immediately knelt down and bowed, lowered her head and said, "Here."

Yuanji took the robe on the wooden stand and put it on, then picked up a piece of salt leaf from the basin held by the maid and chewed it. Holding the root of the leaf in his mouth, he turned around and said, "I'm waiting for you in the inner hall. It's still early. Don't do it."

urgent."

Jiang Guo's face turned red with embarrassment. She glared at Yuan Ji and then looked at the maid in embarrassment.

Yuan Jidu stepped out, leaving Jiang Guo and the maid alone.

After washing up, the maid took out the pink robe for Jiang Guo and was about to put it on her, but Jiang Guo raised her hand to stop her. She bit her index finger and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Go get a red gauze skirt, lining

Change it to white."

The maid immediately covered her lips with a smile and agreed, saying: "Miss Jiang is finally willing to wear a skirt. I saw you yesterday, and you were so shocked. You are so beautiful, and you always wear robes, so you have such a good figure.

A skirt is most suitable for my daughter’s house.”

Jiang Guo tapped the tip of her nose with his finger and said angrily, "It's because of your sweet mouth."

The maid got a good deal and acted like a good girl. She went to get a red gauze skirt with bright red lining. It was a style rarely worn by young women. Jiang Guo changed her clothes and sat quietly in front of the table. The maid brought a bronze mirror and

He combed her hair again.

After the bun was finished, the maid took out a white pearl hairpin from the jewelry box, gestured to the bun, and then inserted it.

Jiang Guo raised her hand to stop her again. She looked at the red bean hairpin in the corner in front of the case and said, "Use this one."

"Okay, Miss Jiang looks as beautiful as a fairy in whatever she wears." The maid put a red bean hairpin on her and took a bronze mirror to take a picture of her, "Take a look, okay?"

Jiang Guo turned his head left and right, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Okay, it's suitable."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the cigarette rod, walked out of the door confidently, and walked all the way to the inner hall.

In the inner hall, Gao Cheng and Yuan Ji were sitting on either side of the high seats. When Jiang Guo stepped into the inner hall, Gao Cheng casually glanced sideways, then suddenly turned back when he looked back.

He stared blankly at Jiang Guo, who was wearing a red dress, and didn't say anything for a long time. It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice.
Chapter completed!