In the misty rain, the peach and willow trees were soaked by the rain, as if they were sleeping.
But even on such a wet and rainy day, the quietness of Qifangyuan is mixed with a bit of stagnant restlessness.
Shao Mo came back yesterday, and Yu Weiyin asked him to bring Qiu to the courtyard, but Qiu talked perfunctorily.
This made her uneasy.
According to the understanding of Qiu in my mind, this person is an upright person. Since he agreed to come to Tongcheng and enter the Yu Mansion, he naturally planned to help her deal with Zhuang Liebing.
But why didn't she come to Qifang Courtyard to see him?
He frowned and reached out to pull out the wooden hairpin from his bun, revealing a fluffy and dense black cloud on his temples, like fine silk material and a roll of ink painting.
All of it was sprinkled on the fragrant couch padded with soft green satin.
There was a faint peach fragrance in the air, mixed with the freshness of rain, which diluted the restlessness in her heart.
Opening his eyes slightly, he saw that familiar, tall and straight figure stepping in from the door.
Looking closely, I saw a peach blossom in full bloom in his hand. The flower was filled with crystal dew, which wetted the peach petals, like tiny pearls, falling on the fragrant red brocade.
The tender green branches and leaves are set off with a touch of gorgeous red, which is indescribably fragrant and beautiful.
A trace of joy surged through her heart, but she still lay lazily on the incense couch.
His eyes glanced over.
Seeing Shao Mo walking to the corner, he threw the withered peach branches in the amphorae with gold and pastel floral patterns into the slag bucket and replaced them with fresh peach branches.
After finishing all this, he looked back and walked towards her.
The dark eyes are like the deepest lake reflected by the clear blue sky. There is no wind or mist, but the bright stars fall into them, making those eyes particularly dark and charming.
Holding a pink peach blossom on her slender fingers, he leaned close to her and tucked the petals behind her ear.
Black hair, pink peach, reflecting a small face as smooth as jade.
The misty rain moistens the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, which is breathtakingly beautiful.
Infinite tenderness oozed from his cold face, and his eyes were deep and hot. He stretched out his broad hands and picked up the person who was lying lazily on the couch, like a child, and sat on the couch together, but let her
Lean comfortably in your arms.
Touching her slightly frowning eyebrows, those calloused fingers couldn't help but stroke them gently, again and again.
"Miss, don't worry, Mo Ding will bring Qiu to you."
Yu Weiyin's smoky eyes were full of clear light. She stretched out her hand to play with a lock of black hair scattered on his chest and said: "Qiu has a straight nature and is willing to accept soft things rather than hard ones. Don't force her. Find someone."
Just tell her what I mean someday."
"Miss, I'm afraid that Mr. Qiu's feelings for Zhuang Liebing will not be over."
Shao Mo felt a headache when he thought of the scene in the mourning hall where Qiu was pleading for Zhuang Liebing.
Even he, a grown man, could see that Zhuang Liebing was not in love with her, but was just using her affection to make a living for himself, but Qiu was still soft-hearted.
"I left her in the county for three years and ignored her. What's the point of cherishing such a lucky person?"
"Not every woman can be as sensible as you think. Once someone falls in love, the more they don't get what they want, the more unwilling they will be. The more unwilling they are, the more they will fall in love with the person they envision in their hearts. But I think
, Mrs. Qiu shouldn't be so confused, hasn't she made a request yet?
"If she can't bear to do it herself and wants to stay with Zhuang Liebing, I can also facilitate it and let them leave Tongcheng. But she'd better give me the letters on hand."
The Liang family must not stay in the Yu Mansion.
"No matter how Qiu responds, you must keep an eye on Zhuang Liebing's actions. He is not a kind person."
Yu Weiyin thought about it and then told him, "This time, don't act impulsively because of your superior martial arts skills, okay?"
Yingbai's fingers entangled his black hair and pulled it gently, causing his scalp to feel a slight pain and tingling. Shao Mo was shocked and nodded.
She held the strand of hair between her fingers, put it between her nose and sniffed it, and smelled the faint scent of the wilderness.
Just like him, he is cold and cold.
Shao Mo looked at her with all the thoughts on her face, his red lips slightly opened, and he seemed to let out a sigh that was vague and non-existent, unconsciously easily beguiling people's hearts.
His throat trembled and rolled twice.
The strength of holding her suddenly tightened, and he leaned forward to kiss her soft lips, which were more pink than red peaches.
The slender fingers like snow lifted up and covered his hot thin lips, stopping his movements. A smile emerged from the beautiful phoenix eyes, but there was no hint of teasing at all.
She laughed and said: "Shao Mo, a martial arts practitioner, your concentration is so good? Wouldn't it be difficult to control a beautiful woman in the future?"
Shao Mo was silent, his deep eyes locked on her face with a smile, and his hot lips kissed her white and tender fingers like onions.
Yu Weiyin's heart seemed to have been burned, and it trembled slightly, and his cheeks were stained with a hint of haze.
His lips lingered on her palm, and he gradually kissed her slender, jade-like fingertips. He put the round, light pink fingers in his lips, licked and teased them, and then looked at the thin glow on her face, and suddenly
It turns into a magnificent sunset.
The love that fills my chest overflows.
Shao Mo stared at her tightly, he didn't want her to always be so indifferent, as unpredictable as the wind.
He wants her to fall for him.
The warbler's voice was gentle in his arms, and her pretty red lips called his name over and over again. Her joy, cry, and moans were all caused by him.
He teased her harder, but his deep black eyes never missed the slightest change of expression on her face. When she softened into a puddle of spring water in his arms, and was as warm as a ball of soft rice cakes, his big palm fell.
Give her a tight waist.
Soon I touched the moon-like water-like belt.
Yu Weiyin's cheeks turned red.
However, in a short period of time, he seemed to be self-sufficient in this area, and he tried various tricks in turn, making it difficult for her to resist every time. She couldn't help but suspect that he had practiced with other women.
As soon as this thought came out, my mind suddenly thought of the Yuncui that Shao's mother said.
Suddenly he pressed his big palm that was about to untie his belt.
Although her starry eyes were hazy, there was a faint layer of frost in them. She said coldly: "What do you think of me? If your concentration is so poor and you can't help it, then go find the woman next to you! There is such a cloud.
Cui Zhu Cui Bao Cui is waiting for you!"
After saying this, I tried to push him away and get up.
The big palm stretched out and took her into his arms, tightly restraining her slender waist like an iron hoop.
She couldn't help being angry and raised her eyebrows, "Let me go!"
"Don't let go."
The hoarse voice seemed to contain a rare hint of joy.
"The woman Mo Zhong loves is only Miss, and the woman Mo owns is only Miss. Miss is Miss and cannot be replaced by other women."
The hot breath hit her ears, and he couldn't help but curl his lips, take the little one in his mouth, and gently ejaculate.
Looking at the small earlobes that are as shiny as shells, and gradually dyed into a beautiful cherry pink, my heart is filled with excitement.
"Are you jealous, young lady?"
When he noticed that the person in his arms was trembling like a kitten with fried fur, he laughed hoarsely and said, "Mo is very happy."