The scholar who travels through meets the soldier, there is no reason to explain

The time they arrived was in the morning, and the autumn in the morning was not so hot but a little cold.The clothes on Qiao Jin's body were a little slippery. He wanted to go back to the carriage to take out the coat from the luggage, but when he turned his head, there was no sign of the guard.Probably go to the hotel.He searched around desperately and couldn't find it, so he gave up.

Boys, Dongdong is healthier.

As soon as Qiao Jin turned her head, she saw someone wearing less clothes than herself - He Xing.He put on a coat.It looks cold.But in fact, He Xing walked forward without feeling at all.Qiao Jin suddenly remembered He Xing's muscles that she accidentally saw when taking a shower last night, and she felt a little envious.His body is a little thin in any case.He has been coveting other kinds of abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles for a long time.

Although Qiao Jin often exercises.But what he needs to exercise in this place is just to exercise his muscles and bones.How can it be compared with He Xing, a guy who has been on the battlefield.I just don't know why Qiao Jin always feels that other people are tanned in summer, but he seems to be white.

Qiao Jin really wanted to put her hands together and pray to the sky and the ground to worship her parents, so don't let her covering become whiter and whiter.He is a boy, he himself can be regarded as a frail scholar in this dynasty, and a little boy.Come on, how can he mess around.The one who looks weak is like a little white rabbit. It can't be an illusion every time you pick up a gun and attack the enemy.Although it is very confusing, Qiao Jin swears that he absolutely does not want to be a bad face.

This kind of coquettish little slut should be left to the group of people in the future.He'd better take a look.

Sitting in the breakfast shop.The person next to him was waving the big iron spoon in his hand, which was steaming from the stove.There was a porcelain bowl in front of him, which was also steaming hot.Take a bite and have an endless aftertaste.The wontons are also amazing!

Wonton is something that I haven’t eaten for a long time. After such a long time, I am more happy to eat it again in a different world.Let's start when you are happy, but sometimes Qiao Jin is easy to drift when she is happy.He Xing next to him seemed to have finished eating.The other party finished the meal in a "confused" manner as if someone was chasing him from behind.There is hot water and plenty of food, but the way people eat is not as slow as Qiao Jin.

People eat it all in a daze.When I finished eating, although I looked very appetizing, I felt like a cow chewing peonies no matter how I looked at it.It was extremely wasteful, and it felt like the other party had no idea what this chaos was like.Once Qiao Jin thought about it, she would usually nod her head.But Qiao Jin, who was drifting away, did it after thinking about it.He picked up the rather crude spoon with a gap missing, and inside the spoon was a plump wonton with vegetable leaves standing on it.

"Eat?"

There is a bit of coolness in the voice, which is more kind.

The ravioli is tempting, and his fingers are bone-boned.Warm and delicate, the hands are more attractive.Under such a double temptation, He Xing turned his head and chewed the wonton in his mouth.Chewed a few times and stayed in the mouth for a while before swallowing in a hurry.When he turned his head, he didn't know why He Xing always felt that the wonton tasted lighter than the one he ate just now.

Think about what seasoning is less.perhaps.

He Xing rubbed his reddened ears and thought so.

At this time, the previous guard came running from a distance, Qiao Jin saw it and speeded up her meal.You can't make people wait.In addition, after he floated contentedly just now, he felt particularly in a good mood.And when the guard came, he brought a message and two rooms.In one of them, the two guards slept together, and the other room was theirs.

The two Fang Juan, that is to say, they are about to start living together.

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Crazy brush emotional call ah ha ha