The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

When Xiao Chenyan returned to Iris Courtyard, he saw that the candlelight in the house was not extinguished, and the warm light seemed to illuminate the long night, waiting for the person who had not returned home late at night.

'Home'.

Ten years ago, he lost his home.

Now, it seems that I have found 'home' again.

As soon as Xiao Chenyan's hand touched the door, the candlelight in the room went out.

He lowered his eyes and smiled. He opened the door softly and entered with a flick of the curtain. The person lying on the bed behind the screen looked like a cricket chrysalis.

He had washed up before returning to the hospital and waited until the moisture on his body was completely dry before coming here.

Walking around the screen, he walked to the bedside and saw her huddled on the innermost side, with her back to him. He stopped and listened for a while, but did not hear her breathing.

"If a person doesn't breathe, he will die." He said softly.

The person on the bed exhaled a long breath and hummed: "I'm not a human being."

After the voice fell, Qingwu felt the man get on the bed. Her back stiffened, and she pressed more inside, and whispered: "What are you doing up here?"

"It's almost winter, and the floor is cold."

Qingwu: Are you still afraid of the cold?

When the words came to her lips, she actually swallowed them back. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and muttered: "Then you go get a bedding yourself, and you are not allowed to snatch it from me."

"One bed is enough, two beds will make it hot."

After Xiao Chenyan finished speaking, he felt a huge turning movement next to him, and he met those burning eyes without any surprise.

He lay on her side and kept looking at her. Qingnu turned around and almost collided with him head-on, subconsciously holding her breath.

She was breathless, but his breath was long and steady. Perhaps it was because he had just taken a bath, and there was a faint scent of soap on his body.

The princes and nobles all loved burning incense and fumigating their clothes, but Xiao Chenyan was not so used to it. Most of the time, he smelled of cold iron like a weapon, and this soapy scent seemed to dilute the cold and hard aura that had accumulated on his body over the years.

In a daze, his jaw was suddenly pinched.

"breathe."

Xiao Chenyan said softly: "Do I smell bad? You don't even want to breathe."

"Yeah, it stinks like hell." Qingwu took a big breath, wrinkled her nose, and pretended to be disgusted: "Stay away from me, you're so close to me, you're going to pickle me up."

Xiao Chenyan lowered his head and sniffed. It was obvious that he had washed himself.

He raised his eyes to see her evasive expression, and smiled in his heart. He simply lay down, closed his eyes and said, "I have been living in the abalone house for a long time without smelling its stench. I have been living with orchids for a long time without smelling their fragrance."

"Just bear with it. Once the marinade tastes the same, you won't feel the stink anymore."

Qing Wu was stunned, she was so "shameless" by him at this moment.

"Xiao Yantai, what's the matter with you?" She murmured: "Shouldn't you get so angry that you just turn around and leave?"

After Qing Wu finished speaking, she didn't hear a response.

After a while, she felt the people around her trembling.

After a few breaths, she was sure that Xiao Chenyan was smiling.

A kind of embarrassment spread across Qingwu's body and mind. Before she could have an attack, the man next to her suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed her into his arms.

She was easily taken into his arms, so small that she was completely enveloped by him.

She could clearly hear the heartbeat coming from his chest, which was strong and powerful, and heard his deep voice because he was holding back laughter.

"Shy?"

The three words that suddenly came out were like hot oil being poured down on her. Qingwu felt like there was a fire burning, "I didn't."

Her voice sounded unfounded.

Xiao Chenyan didn't seem to care about her answer at all, and said to himself: "I want to hold you."

Qing Wu almost bit her lip, feeling helpless, embarrassed and panicked, so she could only call his name: "Xiao Chenyan..."

The voice was both annoyed and delicate.

It's like scratching people's hearts.

She heard his breathing deepen, and the arms around her tightened.

In a daze, she seemed to hear him asking:

--May I?

What can I do?

Qing Wu thought in a daze.

The side of the neck was slightly warm, as if something warm and soft had been lightly rubbed against it.

Then on the tip of her nose.

Her long eyelashes trembled, she subconsciously raised her head and bumped into his lips unexpectedly.

This light touch seemed to be splashed with sparks.

In the stalemate, only breathing was pulling.

She clenched and unclenched her hands, struggling for something, until the man's hand came over and passed through her fingers, interlocking with hers.

"I adore you, okay?"

She finally heard his murmur clearly.

There are threads in my heart that are intertwined and intertwined, sweet and sour.

She heard him ask again.

"You like me too, okay?"

Qingnu's red lips opened slightly and she wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say. She seemed to hear something thumping in her chest.

The voice was so clear and real, as if she had really grown a heart.

The sound of her heartbeat was right in her throat, leaving her speechless.

Her confusion and panic were all exposed on her face, as well as the shyness and coquettishness that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.

Although the room was pitch dark, Xiao Chenyan had a panoramic view of everything.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, savoring her taste.

The person in his arms was so stiff that he seemed to have forgotten to breathe again. He pried open her lips and teeth, breathing in bit by bit, licking her softness inch by inch.

She didn't resist, as if she was drunk, letting him do whatever he wanted.

His voice was broken between his lips and teeth.

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer."

he said softly.

He heard her heartbeat, and he could feel her emotions transmitted from the causal thread.

"breathe."

His voice was smiling, like coaxing a child.

Qing Wu seemed to have finally come to her senses and took a big breath. Her red lips opened slightly and she was swallowed by him as soon as she took in the breath.

Their breathing intertwined, their hissing and hissing gasps intertwined.

Qingwu's mind was also in chaos, her rationality collapsed at some point, and the pleasure brought by every inch of skin-to-skin contact aroused the deepest greed.

Yes, yes.

She didn't object to being close to him.

Do not……

It should be said that deep down in her heart she longed to be intimate with him.

Just kissing, her mind went blank with joy.

He clasped her right hand tightly with his left hand, and pressed the back of her neck with his right hand, swallowing her breath. He clearly wanted to invade everything about her and taste everything about her, but he restrained and held back, not daring to completely release. Inner desires.

He suddenly turned over, held Qingnu on top of him and sat down. When his posture changed, Qingnu clearly felt something between her thighs. Her body stiffened, her beautiful eyes were filled with water, and she moaned in embarrassment. Speak out: "Xiao Chenyan...you...you bastard..."

The curse was swallowed by his kiss.

After a long time, the lingering kiss stopped unwillingly, and there was a silver thread between the lips and teeth. He stared at her colorful lips that had been ravaged by him, and looked at the shy and charming water in her eyes.

He unconsciously raised his hand and wiped her red lips with his fingertips.

Knead gently and twist slowly.

He made no attempt to hide his desire for her.

"Yeah, I'm a jerk."

His voice was hoarse and almost fierce as he said, "I want you so much that I'm going crazy."