A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan slept soundly in a dream. When he woke up, the sky outside the window was already bright, and the candle on the table had been extinguished at some point. The blanket covering his body was a bit heavy and thick, which made him sweat all over. It's hot.

He supported his body and lifted the blanket, then turned around suddenly, and found that the place where Meng Xianjue slept last night had been neatly tidied up, the blanket was folded squarely, and there was a sense of meticulousness from beginning to end.

Cheng Weiwan looked away, performed a cleansing formula on himself, and then took out a piece of clothing from his spiritual pouch. Just as he was about to change it for himself, he suddenly heard a cautious and regular knock on the door: "Wake up, late at night?"

In an instant, Cheng Weiwan was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. She dressed wildly and couldn't care less about being decent and gentle, so she put on her clothes first.

After a few short breaths, there was another knock on the door: "Wan Wan?"

Before the words finished, Cheng Weiwan flew over, panting, and said fiercely: "What's wrong?"

Meng Xianjue was stunned.

Cheng Weiwan was in a hurry to get dressed, her girdle was not fastened, the two ends were not aligned, one end was pitifully short, and the other end was hanging in mid-air, the collar was crooked, revealing a small piece of her neck The delicate skin was now a little beautiful and ambiguous pink because of his slightly violent breathing.

Meng Xianjue involuntarily turned his gaze to Cheng Weiwan's unaligned collar, from top to bottom, swallowing hard to moisten the dry pain in his throat, and after a while, he finally said: "Wan Wan Night, your clothes..."

Cheng Weiwan's ears turned red, and she wanted to fool around, so she pretended to be indifferent: "How?"

Meng Xianjue squatted down, trying to untie his girdle.

Cheng Weiwan quickly pressed Meng Xianjue's hand as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Meng Xianjue couldn't help laughing: "Wanwan, I'll tidy up your clothes for you."

Only then did Cheng Weiwan move his hand away suspiciously.

Meng Xianjue squatted down, carefully and gently adjusted the angle of Cheng Weiwan's collar and girdle, even smoothing out the abnormal folds on the clothes one by one, Cheng Weiwan stood there for a long time, so long that he could hardly Feeling uncomfortable, he said in an awkward tone, "Meng Xianjue, I'll do the rest myself."

Meng Xianjue's fingertips vaguely felt Cheng Weiwan's body temperature after touching it. He had tasted the sweetness for the first time, but he was reluctant to let go, and only lowered his eyes: "It will be fine soon."

Cheng Weiwan had no choice but to wait obediently.

Meng Xianjue did what he said, and helped Cheng Weiwan straighten his robes very quickly, and finally stood up, and smoothed out the unruly strand of hair on his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Cheng Weiwan thanked him awkwardly.

I thought to myself, what are you dawdling about just now?

Meng Xianjue seemed to have just remembered his original purpose, his eyes lit up, he said a few words with Cheng Weiwan in a roundabout way, and finally got to the point: "Wanwan, we are now out of Changyang Mountain's jurisdiction, Mingyue Lake's Lockdown is also doing well, life outside the jurisdiction has not been affected..."

Meng Xianjue glanced at Cheng Weiwan's expression before continuing: "The supplies on the spirit ship are about to run out, I wonder if you would like to..."

Cheng Weiwan blinked and looked at him quietly.

"...Would you like to accompany me to store some supplies and bring them back."

Cheng Weiwan didn't have any objections, he didn't like to stay on the spirit boat all the time, he had a headache and flustered after sitting for too long, maybe he could find something new when he went out for a walk.

Without much hesitation, he agreed.

The sun was shining brightly and the sky was as clear as a cloud. Cheng Weiwan and Meng Xianjue walked side by side on the small road in the world. The stone slabs under their feet were polished smooth and shiny, almost reflecting their shadows. The shouts of street vendors came to his ears , Cheng Weiwan's mind was blank, and he followed the sound, which made him feel unreal.

As if returning home in an instant, he became a child who only reached his aunt's waist. When he went to the vegetable market with his aunt to buy vegetables, there would always be an old man holding a candied haws stick at the entrance of the vegetable market and yelling. Drooling, the aunt would pull him to stop in front of the old man, and the aunt would buy him a round and plump candied haws skewer. He smiled and bent his black round eyes, reaching out to pick it up...

In an instant, memories and reality coincided, and when Cheng Weiwan came back to his senses, he found that there was a bunch of red fruits in his hands at some point.

Meng Xianjue just withdrew his hand and turned his head to look at him.

Cheng Weiwan noticed that the expression on her face was still smiling, and felt that she was not up to the mark for a while, so she suddenly stopped laughing, and quickly managed the expression, and the wet dog eyes that were crooked from smiling turned back to the original Shape, he said with a straight face, "Thank you."

Meng Xianjue was dumbfounded, his eyebrows and eyes were still smiling, he nodded lightly, put the sundries in his hands into his spirit pouch, then stretched out his hand, beckoning Cheng Weiwan to hold him.

They have to go through the crowd and walk to the other side of the long street.

And Cheng Weiwan lowered his head and saw the slender hand hanging in the air, the graceful shape fell into his eyes, but he raised his head again and met Meng Xianjue's eyes.

The short-lived happiness disappeared in an instant, and Cheng Weiwan felt more worries in his heart for some reason.

"Meng Xianjue, would you lie to people?"

Meng Xianjue stared into his eyes, he knew what Cheng Weiwan was asking.

He also saw that Cheng Weiwan wanted to ask if he would lie to him.

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips, shook his head resolutely for a moment.

"Then let me ask you a question."

Meng Xianjue pretended to be listening.

"Meng Xianjue, tell me why you are so hostile to my beast form..." Cheng Weiwan also didn't know how to express himself clearly, the sense of disobedience in his heart could not go away, just He tried his best to say, "Where does your hostility towards the Chijin Beast come from?"

Meng Xianjue treats people coldly, and it is also mentioned in the original book that he is ruthless and does evil.

But Cheng Weiwan knew that Meng Xianjue was not like that when facing him.

At first, when he followed Meng Xianjue in the form of a soul body, Meng Xianjue was just a child who had imprisoned his xinxing due to cultivation, restrained his hands and feet, and did not dare to be too ostentatious, so that he was a little clumsy when expressing his feelings.

But when he recovered his body, he knew the true face of Meng Xianjue.

It was an extremely distorted feeling, as if a big hand ruthlessly tore away all the camouflage Meng Xianjue made in front of him.That mask is called Hypocrisy.

It's just that until now, Cheng Weiwan has not figured out why after Meng Xianjue knew his identity, he changed from being fierce before, and instead treated him patiently and thoughtfully, considering everything for him as before.

Cheng Weiwan suppressed her curiosity, her bright red eyes locked on him firmly.

Meng Xianjue stopped, withdrew his hand, turned his whole body around, and looked at Cheng Weiwan seriously.

At this time, his eyes became extremely black, and bits of broken light fell into them.

"I'll tell you later, but now is not the time."

Cheng Weiwan absently scratched his hands with his nails, lowered his eyes and said, "Then you just don't want to answer my question."

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips tightly, his pupils flickered with an indistinct light, he kept his mouth tightly shut and remained silent.

Cheng Weiwan suddenly felt dull, the candied haws in his hand seemed to have melted a bit, he felt sticky and didn't want to eat a bite, it just so happened that when the sugar coating melted down, those red fruits looked hideous, Cheng Weiwan lost his appetite, so he could only stare blankly Holding the candied haws in his hands, the scene looked funny and ridiculous.

There was a gust of wind blowing, and the dust was blown up, and all the fine dust was blown onto the sugar coating. Cheng Weiwan didn't feel sorry for it at all, and casually threw the bunch of ashes-covered candied haws into the trash can on the side of the street. The vegetable leaves and sundries together, do not see the light of day.

Cheng Weiwan didn't pay attention to Meng Xianjue's face, and he didn't know that after seeing the bunch of candied haws thrown into the trash can, Meng Xianjue's face suddenly became ugly, and there was still a fragility in his eyes that was not easy to catch.

The pain at the temple became intense and unbearable in an instant. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, finally willing to break the silence: "I do have a deep hatred with the Chijin Beast, but... Wan Wan, it's the Chijin Beast, Not you."

"I haven't figured out how to explain it to you yet. When you can accept it or I can say it, I will tell you everything, okay?"

Cheng Weiwan looked at him quietly without speaking.

The silence between the two spread silently, and the suffocating atmosphere was about to overwhelm the two of them. The crowds around were in a hurry. Occasionally, a few people noticed the two people who were facing each other, and they only cast a few surprised glances, and then Look away, get out of here.

Cheng Weiwan stared at him closely: "Then why can't you tell me now?"

Meng Xianjue's Adam's apple trembled up and down, and then he said, "Wanwan, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I...don't say it."

Cheng Weiwan turned around instantly, and said softly, "I see."

But all of a sudden, he felt a strong force pulling him back to the original place, and the world spun in an instant. Before he came back to his senses, he only felt two iron arms tightly around his waist, and the black shadow in front of him was like a Press down like a mountain.

He felt a slight tenderness in his neck, piercing his defenseless boundaries like needles.

Cheng Weiwan didn't look like he was willing to suffer, he immediately reacted and raised his hand to block, but Meng Xianjue reacted faster, pressed Cheng Weiwan into his arms with one hand, freed the other hand, and grabbed Cheng Weiwan in the air. Wanwan's slender wrists.

Cheng Weiwan was restrained immediately, his hair was coiled messily in front of his body, he was furious, and he was full of rage, and he thought of many ways to break free, but he sadly found that all of them could be easily resolved by Meng Xianjue.

Without stopping, he opened his mouth, revealing two sharp white teeth, and bit down hard on Meng Xianjue's hand that was holding onto his wrist.

Meng Xianjue frowned slightly, but soon, the creases between the brows softened and disappeared.

He leaned over, loosened the shackles on Cheng Weiwan, and quietly pinched the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck.

"Wanwan, if you really want to know, give me fifteen days, after fifteen days, I will know everything."

After finishing speaking, he noticed Cheng Weiwan's relaxed body, and one hand instantly changed from pinching to caressing. The rough palm was hot, and it gently descended from the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck, bringing dry and hot sparks. , stroked his tailbone inch by inch.

Cheng Weiwan felt that he was not breathing well, he raised his head, Meng Xianjue's blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Another glance fell into Meng Xianjue's cold pool-like eyes, and he was stunned for a moment, but Meng Xianjue suddenly caught him, and Meng Xianjue raised his hand to rub the corner of his lips, pointing his thumb at the wet blood, and applied Cheng Weiwan's lips, and at the same time, the other hand was restless, pressing Cheng Weiwan's back, not allowing him to resist.

Meng Xianjue still had a smile on his face: "Wanwan, how are you?"

Cheng Weiwan clearly sensed the danger and the scorching breath, and his heart relaxed a little. Knowing that he would not be able to ask anything today, he adjusted his mood, pushed Meng Xianjue's hand away, pursed his lips and said, "One Say it."

Meng Xianjue didn't move his hand away, but the smile in his eyes became more obvious, "It's hard to catch a horse."

Cheng Weiwan narrowed her eyes, trying her best to hide the smile in her eyes.

Why did Meng Xianjue have to stick to this time after fifteen days?

Cheng Weiwan caressed the folds of his clothes calmly, and gently rubbed against the red mark on his neck, the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gradually deepened.Like a flirtatious, unaware, gorgeous and passionate fairy.

This action made Meng Xianjue's breathing stagnate again for no reason.He desperately suppressed the liking that was about to blurt out, and stabilized his mind.

Cheng Weiwan knew that fifteen days later would be the day when Meng Xianjue would be expelled from the Tianmen.

Meng Xianjue must know something.