My Darling Sick Beauty

What kind of wind and cold can you get from blowing this?

Jiang Zheliu was completely out of line with his way of thinking.

He thought Wen Renye was talking about the cold wind pouring in, and he wasn't fully awake yet. He just raised his hand around his neck and said a little dull and authentic: "...It's okay."

Wen Renye felt that the heat on his body was a little too much, and the aura he exuded was too sweet and irritating.

The sensitivity of the Demon Race is not as strong as that of the Demon Race, and the impact is not that serious, but at this time, he was also slightly distracted.

Jiang Zheliu's weight was very light, Wen Renye carried him down from the edge of the second floor where the air leaked, and put him on the soft couch next to the stove, and then told A Chu, who was shocked by the loud noise, and asked him to go up to the cloth A layer of temporary enchantment, which will be dealt with later.

The deer hooves jumped up and stepped on the steps of the wooden building.

There is a bell hanging on the corner of the upper corner of the soft couch, and with the slight movement of the bed net, it makes an occasional crisp sound.

Wen Renye sat beside the bed and looked at him.

He was always like this and fell asleep easily. The feeling of exhaustion was engraved into his brows, and he couldn't get excited about many things. His speech was also indifferent, his sentences were concise and calm, as if to say one more sentence would be very exhausting for him.

Jiang Zheliu's cape and coat were gently taken off by him, and he covered his shoulders with a soft and light brocade quilt. , It seems to be in line with the abnormal body temperature at the moment, and even the lips are a little dry.

Wen Renye took a few glances, and in his heart began to kill the deer for no apparent reason. He stared intently at Jiang Ziliu's lip line, lowered his head and approached, feeling that the other party's breath was a little warm.

What's the matter, this temperature is not right.

His heart was pounding, and it was quite difficult to rationalize his thoughts amid the nervousness, and he reached out and shook his shoulders lightly.

"Zhe Liu?"

There was no reply, the man was sleeping soundly.

His hand reached into the quilt, and stuck it to his skin through a thin shirt. He realized that the temperature rise was too much, and then suddenly thought of what he said in his mind. Spiritual body characteristics, suddenly relieved a lot.

But Wen Renye still had to ask carefully.

"Are you all right?"

The little devil is close to his cheek, and he can feel the warm and fragrant aroma of the other party's breath, which is almost a touch of lingering.

The other party is like a sweet and soft pastry. After peeling off the packaging, it exudes a sweet taste and sends it to his mouth, hooking him to eat it.

He thought that his self-control was good and his stamina was extraordinary, but then he saw Jiang Ziliu slightly opening his eyes, wondering if he could understand what he said, and raised his hand to hold his fingers.

Wen Renye was about to ask again, when his eyes suddenly caught sight of his exposed hand—the fingertips were flushed red, and the whole body was steamed with heat, the palms were not wide, and the knuckles were slender and slender, curled up. There is a hint of reddishness on the edges of the clear and distinct joints.

The inside of the belly of the finger is a little wet, and there is no strength to hold him softly.

All of a sudden he forgot what he wanted to say.

Only the uncontrollable impulses in his mind were chasing him.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes again. He was rarely sleepy like this, and he could hold on to say a few words to him with just two calls, but now, he just moved a few times in the direction of the little devil and put his pillow on his sleeve.

The fingers he held on the other side also loosened, as if they were on his hand.

"Zhe Liu?" Wen Renye took a deep breath, guessing that this physique still affects the other party, "Are you really okay? Wake up, or I won't worry."

He's going to be a wicked man who won't let people sleep.

The little devil coaxed patiently for a few words before letting the other party open his eyes again.

Those dark eyes were still a little dazed, and they stopped facing Wen Renye's face for a long time before finding the answer from the headache, and said unsurely, "It should be fine."

"Should?" Wen Renye asked back with a frown.

"Maybe..." Jiang Zheliu was still a little sleepy at this time, buried in the quilt and said in a low voice, "Maybe you want to hug me."

He spoke calmly and indifferently.

Wen Renye's mind went blank.

He felt as if his self-control was being leveled, and he was stuck in this sentence. He didn't know if he was thinking too much, or Jiang Ziliu was too sleepy and talked too much, or the two of them. The content of his understanding is different... This sentence is more intoxicating than the sweet fragrance overflowing from the other party's body, making his mind completely unable to move.

He looked down at the other's hand.

Usually pale and colorless, this time it was slightly pink, and it was soft everywhere, and it looked like a piece of jade.

Lord Mozun rolled his Adam's apple and held the opponent's hand instead, leaned close to his lips and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, his voice hoarse: "You can't... accept it now."

When his voice came out, he was startled. This emotional low-pitched taste was too obvious, but he couldn't suppress it.

Jiang Zheliu was kissed by him, and he closed his eyes and answered vaguely, not knowing whether he heard it or not. After a few seconds, when Wen Renye stopped, he slowly rubbed over again and tried to kiss past.

No one can bear it.

Xiao Liushu's lips were dry and slightly hot, and the tip of her tongue was soft. She swiped lightly on the teeth, as if she wanted to kiss him, but she didn't have the strength to do so. He wrapped his arms around Wen Renye's neck and kissed him slowly, with no eroticism at all. Instead, he seemed to appease his emotions, as if he was feeding cake to his own wolf dog.

too sweet.

Hearing a "hum" in Wen Renye's mind, his thoughts became immoral.

He was licked by Jiang Ziliu's tongue over his canine teeth, and he no longer knew how to spell the word "self-control". The little devil held the opponent's soft tongue, preventing him from withdrawing, and then bit him a little out of proportion, feeling the hands around his neck tighten a little.

Jiang Zheliu let go of his hand, retracted back on the bed, and protested silently.

How could the little devil allow him to shrink back again, he hugged the opponent tightly with both hands, and then followed his movements to get on the bed, put one hand next to his ear, and stared at the irresponsible little willow tree in front of him, Seeing him raise his eyes sickly, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What's the matter..." His voice was soft, and it didn't sound like he was trying to tease him.

"You still ask." Wen Renye looked at his red lips, and reached out and touched it a few times, "Didn't you say you want me to hug you?"

Jiang Zheliu ignored him, and after thinking for a while, he said, "...let's just ignore it, I'll just sleep."

He can ignore the hot celestial spirit body, but he can't ignore the hot little devil.

Wen Renye only made this person's heart tick, and it stopped so easily. He went around the other person's waist, lowered his head to his ear, and said, "If you can't stand it, I will be pestering you, and I have to let it go. You know there are some things you can't talk nonsense about."

His breath was hot, and it rushed to the base of his ears, numb. Jiang Zheliu's sensitive points should not be touched, as soon as he touches his waist, he will soften. Fortunately, he couldn't see it on the bed now. He made Wen Renye unable to continue sleeping, so he had to coax him: "I made a slip of the tongue, do you still want to pursue me?"

The little devil brushed the hair on his temples, and rubbed his fingertips against his ears, seeing Rushuang's skin blushing softly, fainting softly.

He heard Jiang Ziliu inhaling slightly forbearance.

Wen Renye's heart was pounding, the more this time, the more nervous he became. But he couldn't stop his hand, he rubbed his ears red in a mysterious way, then leaned down and buried it between the opponent's neck, smelling the coolness of ice and snow, mixed with the sweet aroma of steaming from the heat of his body temperature.

His pointy canine teeth gnawed at the frosted skin.

Obviously he didn't exert much force, but Jiang Zheliu's body turned red when he touched it, and it was difficult to keep up with his squeamishness. Just a light bite left a tooth mark, and even the surrounding area turned red.

Wen Renye went up from his neck and licked his earlobe.

His hands were clenched suddenly.

Jiang Zheliu's spirit was completely awake, his body was tense, his palms were wet, he clenched the other's fingers tightly, and his breath suddenly became chaotic.

"You..." He suppressed his short breath, "Don't make trouble."

Wen Renye stopped for a while, then slowly cupped his cheek, his purple eyes were deep: "Don't you like it?"

It's not that I don't like it.

Jiang Zheliu avoided his sight, afraid that he would be confused for a while. If he really died on the bed of Lord Mozun, then this method of death would be too embarrassing, and it could be called an ancient legend.

"I can't take it." He whispered, "I can't think about it."

Wen Ren didn't speak in the middle of the night, just hugged him and watched for a long time, the color in his eyes changed, and finally he gritted his teeth and responded.

The little wolf dog fell on the edge of his shoulder, and was careful not to press him, his voice was muffled: "You also want to..."

Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly, feeling a little unsafe for the evening, reached out and rubbed a handful of the little devil's fluffy hair, and then touched the magic horn that appeared with emotion.

Hard.

He touched the pattern for a while, and then swept the corner of his eyes to the other person's body, and found that the magic pattern on his body was slowly emerging, and it seemed that he was really uncomfortable.

But Jiang Zheliu really didn't do it on purpose. He was very sleepy just now, and his mind was dizzy. He kissed him in the past just to appease Wen Renye.

Appeasement didn't work, but it hooked up desire.

After all, Jiang Xianzun has rich experience in life, he is very capable of empathy, he stretched out his hand to touch the magic horn at will, rubbed his hair, leaned his head and whispered next to him: "I don't know how well I have to take care of it to solve the problem. It's a physical problem."

"……Um."

The little devil is still sulking.

Who would have thought that Lord Mozun could be so angry because of this.

"I was wrong just now." As a senior, Jiang Zheliu is very tolerant and generous, and never hesitates to admit his mistakes, "It makes you feel so uncomfortable."

When the sweetheart speaks, the breath is not enough, and the ending of each word is very light and short, and the words do not have such a good support point.

Wen Renye started to feel itchy again.

Jiang Zheliu didn't hear his answer, and felt more and more strange, until he felt the other's hard horns against his palm, and another hard one also touched him.

Jiang Xianzun, a self-proclaimed old man, was silent for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand, his hair numb from being rubbed by the size.

He quietly moved to the side of the soft couch.

...No, that's not what people do.

He faintly developed a strange respect for Chang Gan's mother, and felt that it was great to give for love.

He doesn't seem to be that great. He just wanted to hide.

Before Jiang Zheliu could dodge half a palm, he was taken back by Wen Renye again, and he held him in his arms without feeling embarrassed at all.

For a thousand years, Jiang Xianzun, who didn't know what to be afraid of... was indeed a little afraid.

Wen Renye didn't seem to notice his emotions, or if he noticed, he would deliberately scare him, lock him in his arms to **** the heavenly spirit body, and tell him to sleep if he was sleepy.

Jiang Zheliu was sleepy, but he really couldn't fall asleep. He didn't dare to look down, but after a moment of silence, he found the topic and asked, "You... this, what should I do?"

Even if he doesn't describe it realistically, Wen Renye can understand it.

The other party seemed to really think about it for a moment: "Your legs..."

He paused and dismissed the thought. Xiao Liushu was sick and tender. What would happen if his skin was torn apart? Even if he didn't hurt him, he would probably be red and swollen--he was very rude to the demons.

Hands are not good either, Jiang Ziliu doesn't have the strength, he should be wrapped in his arms, take good care of him, and cultivate a squeamishness. He can't find anyone else to be so good except himself. Even if the other party is angry, he will be won't leave him.

Wen Renye doesn't actually feel safe, but he's thick-skinned with himself... No, he's very confident in his level of dedication, and it's absolutely impossible to give up.

"I'll fix it myself." Wen Renye stroked his hair, smoothing the frosty strands. "nothing."

This kind of consolation sounds odd.

Jiang Zheliu hummed nervously and couldn't sleep for a while. After thinking for a while, he said softly, "Don't hug me so tightly, I seem to be getting hotter."

"You're already abnormally hot." Wen Renye let out his strength, resting his palm on his forehead and paused, "Get up and drink some tea, refresh yourself, I'll boil the medicine for you, and finish it later. Take the medicine and sleep again."

Jiang Zheliu was arranged clearly, so he could only nod his head.

"I'll go upstairs to ask Ember Years and ask." They seem to be from the demolition team construction team, and they are very skilled at doing this. "Is this bracelet malfunctioning? Hit the air?"

The two butterflies were so small that they could not be seen in the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what was going on. He looked at the ink bracelet for a while and said, "I slept so deeply that I didn't notice what happened."

When it comes to safety, the little devil has always been nervous. He checked it immediately and found nothing wrong, so he leaned over and kissed the other person's forehead again: "When I go back and look for it, is there anything else suitable for self-defense for you."

He paused for a moment, then worriedly said, "Don't fall asleep again."

Wen Renye took care of him like a three-year-old child.

Jiang Zheliu nodded helplessly, watched him go and return, bowed his head and kissed him fiercely, as if letting out his breath, before he remembered to be the Demon Lord.

"I don't care if you kiss again next time." The little devil hummed angrily, "I will definitely make you cry."

Jiang Zheliu wanted to laugh when he heard it, but when he thought of his not-so-human object, he held back his smile and felt a little uneasy. After a while, he said, "...Try not to give you this chance."

Wen Renye: "..."

What's going on, not only did he not feel the joy of threatening people, but he felt even more angry.