Extra: Qingqing Zijin, my heart is 61

As long as she thinks of Xiao Qian, even if she desires him, she can't resist that apology, and her mood will always be depressed. Before she handles Xiao Qian's relationship well, she really doesn't want to have any skin feelings for him.

But Murong Jiyang is a normal man. How can a normal and bloody man stay with her alone man and widowed woman? She is alone at night?

Is it impossible for her to change the established ending no matter how she refuses? In just a few days, how could the relationship between the two go from the deadlock in the past to the ambiguity now?

She was a little helpless and a little stuffy. She came to the stream like anger to take off her clothes, shoes and socks, and stepped down.

Murong Jiyang kept looking at her and never missed any beautiful scenery. He knew that she was unhappy, but he still didn't want to miss any opportunity to get close to her.

Seeing her washing her body in a depressed manner in the river, he smiled and said, "Do you want to clean your clothes like you did last night?"

Ling Xi turned his back to him, and ignored him completely.

Murong Jiyang was not angry, stood up from the ground, jumped up, and then broke down a few branches from the tree, then returned to the fire, put on a shelf to put the wild bird on its head, then walked to the stream and picked up her falling clothes and cleaned it in the stream.

There were no good conditions, so I could only wash my clothes at will, then wring them off and put them on the newly-set branches next to the fire.

Then he took off his robe, came to the stream and looked at her with his eyes down, and smiled and said, "It's not good for you to soak in it for so long, come on."

She was a little helpless and a little uneasy. She didn't know how to face him after going up. Her clothes had been washed and hung open by him, and she didn't know when it would be air-dried. When she got up like this, she was left with only a set of soaked underwear and nothing was left.

Murong Jiyang raised the robe in his hand and smiled and said, "You wear mine first. When you leave later, you will go back to wash it. I will take you back."

"No need." She replied muffled, suddenly stood up from the stream and walked towards the shore.

Her body was wet, with only a small and delicate underwear, wrapping her most private place.

Anyway, he has seen it all completely, and now he looks pretentious when he comes to cover it up. Just think that he doesn't exist.

Seeing that she got ashore, Murong Jiyang didn't say much. He broke down a pile of branches and leaves and spread them on the ground to let her sit down. Then he lifted the wild birds on the fire and tore them up.

Seeing that his legs could be torn off at will, he knew that the wild bird was roasted, so he handed the roasted wild bird to her and said warmly: "Eat something first to fill your stomach."

Ling Xi did not resist. Although she was always uncomfortable under his hot eyes, she tried her best to ignore his existence, took the food and blew it lightly, and started to eat in a small stutter.

After eating, I returned to the stream and drank a few sips of the cool stream water. Then I returned to the fire and picked up my half-dried clothes and put them back on myself. I looked back at him and said indifferently: "Go back, I'm tired."

Murong Jiyang didn't say much, and reached out and wanted to pull her.

But she saw her dodging behind her, and her voice felt a little chilling: "You go first, I can catch up with you."

His thin lips raised lightly, he didn't speak, and did not leave immediately, but he smiled and said, "I haven't taken a shower yet, why don't you wait for me."

Ling Xi'an stood quietly by the side, and waited until he came up from the river before following him, flying all the way through the mountain stream, and soon returned to the cave they had found.

After entering, Murong Jiyang cleaned the inside with the broken branches and leaves, and then went around the entrance of the cave to find a pile of dead leaves to spread it in the cave. He took off his robe and spread it on his head. Then he looked at Ling Xi who had been standing aside and smiled and said, "It's already done, go up and rest."

Ling Xi didn't push her back, and walked to the pile of dead leaves and wanted to sit down. But Murong Jiyang suddenly grabbed her wrist and smiled and said, "Wait a minute."

She opened her confused eyes and was about to ask him what to wait, but suddenly she felt her waist loose, her belt had been pulled open by him, and her half-dry clothes were opened to both sides.

She was startled, and a burst of anger suddenly rose in her heart, and she waved her palm to him: "Murong Jiyang, you bastard!"

"Your clothes are not dry yet, and sleeping with clothes is not good for your body." He took her palm and followed the breath of being hit by the palm force, leaned over to her ears, and murmured: "What's more, I have never concealed my desire for you. How can I get close to me while wearing clothes?"

If the first half of the sentence made her feel unconsciously warm, then the remaining second half immediately made her heart cool down.

But she no longer dared to attack him anymore. She just called him over with a palm, thinking that he would dodge, so she used some of her success, but she didn't want him to dodge or dodge, so she took it.

The palm force hit the tall body, but he didn't hurt, but she felt sorry for him.

I felt a little nervous. Thinking about the suffering he suffered for himself in the past, my heart became soft and unconsciously soft.

Looking up at his eyes flashing in the darkness, she said hoarsely: "Did you hurt me just now?"

"No." He had untied the clothes. He pulled them casually and pulled them off her clothes.

I walked to the stone wall next to the cave, found a protruding place, and gently hung her clothes on it. The movement was so cautious and simple, as if it was really to dry her clothes.

But he had just said, if she was wearing clothes, how could she be intimate with him... the heart of the jackal was obvious.

Seeing that he returned to him and took off her skirt, Ling Xi bit her lip and said softly: "I'll do it myself."

She couldn't hide from him, so she didn't want to hide anymore, so she turned around and took off her skirt and handed it to him.

Seeing that he found a place to hang his skirt up, she let out a sigh of relief, intending to sit down on the pile of dead leaves, but she didn't expect her waist to tighten and he pulled him into his arms again.

"What do you want?" She was very tired, and always entangled with him like this was not a solution. If you continue, you will be afraid that both of you will not have the energy to continue doing things tomorrow morning: "What do you want to do?"

"I won't take off your thing, take it off yourself." His eyes fell on the bra on her chest. The weird bra made her whole body look even more beautiful. It's a pity that he hadn't had time to study how to wear this novelty for her.

Ling Xi blushed and knew that he would insist on letting her take it off, not to mention that he was really uncomfortable when he was wearing it. In desperation, he could only reach out to unbutton the front clothes.

Murong Jiyang was staring at her actions now, and even in the dark, he could see clearly the mystery of this bra.

After taking it from her, her eyes did not fall on her snow-white body, but instead took her bra and started studying it.

It turned out to be such a easy thing to buckle and unbutton it.
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