Youxu Hexu

Ji Miaohua was taken aback, "Here?"

Just as the cold wind blew, he lifted his long hair and swished it in another direction.

Duanmu Huichun nodded vigorously with a serious face.

Ji Miaohua blinked her eyes, and suddenly said: "It turns out that I want to kiss you..." He chuckled, stretched out his hand to untie his belt, took off his clothes in twos and then put his hands on the belt, "Is it okay to keep the pants on? People there just want to show you alone."

Duanmu Huichun slowly frowned.

Ji Miaohua pouted and said: "Do you have to take it off? All right." He quickly untied his belt, stripped off all the clothes on his body, and walked in front of Duanmu Huichun.

Duanmu Huichun frowned even tighter, looking at his well-proportioned muscles, he suddenly said, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Ji Miaohua put her arms around his neck, "Didn't you mind the last time someone carried you to the roof? Now you also carry me once, and everyone will be evened out. Kiss, don't be angry about this anymore." He As he said that, he jumped up with both feet off the ground.

Duanmu Huichun felt his neck sink, and subconsciously supported his body.

Ji Miaohua leaned her head on his shoulder, rubbed her forehead against his cheek, and said in a soft voice, "Is this gentle enough? Do you want to be softer?"

Duanmu Huichun's hands touching Ji Miaohua's body were slightly hot, but the person being hugged had goose bumps all over his body.Ji Miaohua seemed to feel cold, and moved closer to him, "If my dear, you don't want to run around, let me yell?"

Duanmu Huichun squatted down slowly, then sat down on the ground.

Ji Miaohua looked at his gradually reddened eyes helplessly, "Kiss?!" She withdrew her arms from his neck and said with a dry smile, "Or do you want to do...something else?"

Duanmu Huichun lowered his head, straightened his legs, and said after a long time: "Don't do this."

"Ah?" Ji Miaohua looked at her naked self, and then at him who was neatly dressed, and said blankly, "Don't worry about it?"

Duanmu Huichun's tongue was a little numb, and he said after a long time: "Don't be naked."

Ji Miaohua: "..." In most cases, he is wearing clothes. "Do you want me to put my clothes back on, dear?"

Duanmu Huichun did not respond.

Ji Miaohua thought for a while, stood up, and put back the clothes thrown on the ground one by one.After he finished dressing, he realized that Duanmu Huichun was looking up at him, his eye sockets and cheeks were even redder. "Dear, how much did you drink?" He smiled wryly.

Duanmu Huichun stared at him for a long time, then suddenly called softly: "Ming Zun."

Ji Miaohua's body froze, she forced a smile and said, "I am Ji Miaohua."

Duanmu Huichun said: "You don't want to wear Mingzun's clothes."

……

The wind on the top of the mountain was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a faint cry.

I do not know how long it has been.

The deep voice pierced through the whistling of the wind, adding a bit of gloom to the dark night.

"Don't you even give me a chance to try?" Ji Miaohua looked down at him, the smile on his face faded away, leaving only an inscrutable look on his face.

Duanmu Huichun rubbed his forehead vigorously, the wind made his head swell and ache.

A hand separates his head from his hands.Ji Miaohua squatted in front of him helplessly, "It's late at night, shall we go back?"

Duanmu Huichun raised his eyes and repeated: "Don't wear Mingzun's clothes."

"...I see." Ji Miaohua hugged him without looking.

"Ji Miaohua..." Duanmu Huichun called out.

Ji Miaohua paused slightly when she stood up, but she didn't answer.

"He should wear white." Duanmu Huichun seemed to be a little sleepy, leaning on his shoulder indulgently, his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper.

Ji Miaohua held his hand tightly, "Don't you dislike him?"

"Ah."

Ji Miaohua said: "Like Mingzun?"

"Ah."

"How much do you like it?"

"……do not know."

Ji Miaohua hugged him and never returned to the palace.More and more disciples of the Devil's Cult were following him secretly, but he turned a deaf ear to him, walked into the room ostentatiously, and put him gently on the bed.

Duanmu Huichun closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ji Miaohua sat on the edge of the bed, gently touching his cheek with her hand, and then all the way down to the neckline, his fingers stopped like pricking, and then retracted.He stared for a long time, lowered his head and touched his lips lightly, "Have a good dream." He stood up, and just took two steps when he heard the sound of breaking wind, and Duanmu Huichun pressed heavily from behind.

Ji Miaohua thought he was a sneak attack and originally wanted to get out of the way, but later she was afraid that he would hurt herself either slightly or seriously after being drunk, so she had to stand still.

Duanmu Huichun threw himself on his back, wrapped his arms and legs tightly around him, leaned his head against his neck, and whispered: "Don't go."

Ji Miaohua's silent heart instantly revived, and started beating wildly.He hugged his leg with his backhand, turned his head in disbelief and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Duanmu rejuvenated and buried his head in silence.

Ji Miaohua shook her body.

Duanmu Huichun clenched his hands impatiently.

Ji Miaohua raised her head to prevent herself from being accidentally strangled to death by him, "Who am I?"

Duanmu Huichun remained silent.

Ji Miaohua shook again.

After going back and forth like this several times, Duanmu Huichun became annoyed, and complained: "Ji Miaohua, don't move."

Ji Miaohua stopped in place very obediently, the corners of her mouth getting higher and higher.He took a few steps back, then sat on the edge of the bed, carefully placed Duanmu Huichun on the bed, and then wanted to pull away the hands that were tightly strangling him.But those hands seemed to have taken root, and they couldn't be pulled apart no matter how much they pulled.Ji Miaohua was afraid of pulling him too hard, so she simply fell on the bed sideways, and the two of them lay down at the same time.

Duanmu Huichun touched the pillow with his head, and swallowed in satisfaction.

Ji Miaohua opened her eyes, but restlessly touched the person behind her.

Suddenly there were urgent footsteps outside.Ji Miaohua has stayed here for a long time, and she can recognize people by their voices.From the footsteps of this person, it should be Mo Ju.

Before Mo Ju reached the door, he was overtaken by another person behind him.Mo Ju looked at Jia Xiang who was holding him back, and hurriedly said: "You came just in time. They said that Elder Duanmu was carried back by Ji Miaohua! I don't know what happened, let's go and see."

Jia Xiang said: "Uh, maybe Elder Duanmu drank too much, got drunk and was about to sleep, it's inconvenient for us to go in and disturb him at this time."

Mo Ju said: "Drink too much? Why do you drink too much? Elder Duanmu rarely drinks alcohol."

"Probably, probably Duanmu Murong's death day is approaching, so he must be in a bad mood." Jia Xiang casually made an excuse.

Mo Ju said, "But Ji Miaohua is still inside."

Jia Xiang said: "Don't worry, I'll ask someone to watch here, if there is any movement, I will rush in immediately."

Mo Ju worried: "But Ji Miaohua's martial arts are so high, what if it's too late..."

Jia Xiang said, "Why is it too late?"

Mo Ju said: "Wouldn't you be caught off guard for the incident on the roof that day?"

"Well, I think Peak Master Ji should be a sensible person, and he won't make the same mistakes again, right?" He purposely shouted into the room.

Mo Ju looked at him, then at the inside of the room, frowned and said, "Could it be that you think... don't you always hate outsiders?"

Jia Xiang sighed and said: "One moment, that moment. Back then I was short-sighted. Over the years, Lord Hou has taken care of the Demon Sect, and Elder Duanmu has devoted himself to it. I see it in my eyes and keep it in my heart. How can I still hold on to the old sect's views? ?”

Mo Ju said: "But Ji Miaohua's behavior is weird and absurd, she talks nonsense, and has no clear connection with Shengyue Sect. I can't believe this person."

Jia Xiang said: "It's hard for an honest official to decide on family affairs. Whether you believe it or not depends on what Elder Duanmu thinks."

Mo Ju sighed heavily, and then found a corner in the yard to huddle.

Jia Xiang wondered, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ju said: "Watch the night."

Jia Xiang said unexpectedly: "I didn't expect you to care about Elder Duanmu."

Mo Ju said: "You also said that Elder Duanmu is deeply concerned about the Devil's Cult, and I don't care who he cares about? Besides, he is young, but he has experienced more difficult things than you and me. Alas, I really can't bear to see him suffer any more. harm."

Jia Xiang turned his head to the door, "That's right. Elder Duanmu is the elder of my Demon Sect. If anyone dares to hurt him, the Demon Sect will kill him at any price!"

inside the house.

Ji Miaohua grabbed Duanmu Huichun's hand and brought it to her lips, sighed softly, "I can't believe it."