crossing magic

Because Qing Lan and Yan Cang were really eye-catching, they were also aware of this, so Qing Lan simply found an inn to stay and hardly showed up during the day.

Of course Yan Cang agreed unconditionally.

Qinglan reads books, he also reads, but he reads the same book as Qinglan, with his head resting on the other's shoulder, and he chanted deliberately, blowing hot air on Qinglan's neck from time to time, and his lips always brushed against each other accidentally. Qing Lan's cheek.

Qing Lan didn't respond at first, she read her book and went to make trouble with the people behind her.

But gradually, a certain person seemed unwilling to do this, and circled his arms regardless, Qinglan's cool back pressed against his hot chest, how could he ignore the taste in it?

The porcelain-white neck was stained with pink, and the person behind simply stretched out his finger, covered his sinful fingertips, and scratched gently, only to hear the person deliberately say: "Qing Lan, why are you red here? Oh, Is it because the temperature on my body is too high to heat you up?"

Qing Lan's voice was a little dry: "Stop making trouble."

Someone seemed to have discovered a new pleasure, and kept pestering Qing Lan asking, "Are you hot? Are you hot?"

"Come, come, I will help Zhenjun Yuji take off his clothes."

"Qinglan, are you really not hot?"

"I'm obviously passionate, but you really aren't hot?"

"Qing Lan, you are blushing."

Qing Lan was so troubled that she escaped from Yan Cang's arms with a trick: "If you can't keep your mouth shut, get out." After finishing speaking, she had already reached the other side.

Just at this time, Xiao Er brought in a stream of hot water.

When Xiao Er went out, Qing Lan glanced at Yan Cang: "Do you want to take a bath?" It's still noon, bathing in broad daylight?

Yan Cang stretched, with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "Bath and lunch break, Qinglan, how about together?"

"No, Lord Long, please." After speaking, he picked up the book and read it intently.

Soon, there was the sound of water from the bathtub.

Qing Lan couldn't help but looked up, and saw that Yan Cang had already taken off his shirt, and was wearing a robe on his bare upper body.

The outer robe was open, and it could not be covered. Inside was a white chest, neither too fleshy nor too fleshy, thin and powerful.Especially the lines of the waist and abdomen, each one seems to be carved out, full of strength, under the smooth skin, there seems to be vigorous vitality.

Qinglan's eyes flickered, and she couldn't move her eyes away.

Yan Cang tested the temperature of the water, took off his coat and trousers, and stepped into the bathtub naked.

In a blink of an eye, Qing Lan was still reading a book, watching her eyes and nose.

"Qing Lan, you really don't want to wash?"

"No, I'm afraid of heat."

"I asked them to bring cold water."

"No, I'll clean it directly."

Yan Cang leaned on the bathtub, closed his eyes contentedly, and hummed subconsciously in his throat: "Well, Qinglan, you obviously like me holding you..."

The long eyelashes drooped down, and he didn't know how many words he read.

Of course Yan Cang would not bathe in broad daylight for no reason, but unfortunately his "pretty trick" failed.

This thing feels comfortable soaking in the water, and when Qing Lan realized that there had been no sound of water for a long time, he had already fallen asleep leaning on the tub.

The black hair splashed in the water like ink, and the closed eyes also covered the unstoppable love of spring, and the lips were stubbornly pursed, as if they were angry with someone.

Qing Lan was a little uncomfortable with Yan Cang who was asleep. He was by his side, but there was no such thing as "Qing Lan, Qing Lan".

It was obviously an annoying noise, and it was obviously an unruly smile. Looking at the Three Realms, only this person dared to show no scruples in front of him.

It was 500 years ago, and it will be even worse 500 years later.

"Qing Lan, how can you be satisfied just watching?" With a clatter, Qing Lan had no time to back up, a long arm was wrapped around her waist, and with a "plop", she was dragged into the bathtub.

The water splashed out.

"Qing Lan, the water is already cold."

A look of surprise quickly slipped through Qinglan's eyes. In the small bathtub, the two were almost chest to chest, and the arms around their waists were tightly wrapped around each other, and the people in front of them were all smiling.

"Why?" Qinglan asked.

Yan Cang replied without hesitation: "Because I like you, idiot!"

The man's eyes were still puzzled, Yan Cang sighed in his heart, lifted Qinglan's chin, and kissed it recklessly.

Rather than saying that she likes it, Qing Lan seems to be used to Yan Cang's kisses.

It’s like getting used to him messing around every now and then, like getting used to others always holding your hand, like getting used to him always holding the arm around his waist, so, of course, kissing can also become a habit .

Opening the jaws easily, the still silly tongue is as attractive and dormant as his master, and after teasing him a few times, he will try to respond.

Jerky, but the most life-threatening temptation.

The desire hidden in the water emerged, poking Qinglan's thigh.

The two separated panting, and the disconnected silver thread converged into a transparent drop, which slid down from the corner of Qinglan's lips.

Yan Cang raised his hand to erase, his voice hoarse: "Qing Lan..."

Qing Lan: "The water is cold, it's not suitable to soak for a long time." After speaking, he flew out, looking at his lower body in a daze, Yan Cang didn't see Qing Lan's squinted eyes.

Before Qin Yunshu's exam, Huansha didn't show up, but just protected him in secret.

Helping him drive away the little thieves, he took care of the old bustard of a certain brothel, just because the old bustard was holding Qin Yunshu when Qin Yunshu passed by, the phantom killing left her arm covered with sores, and she screamed in pain on the bed.

After the exam, Qin Yunshu's money was almost used up, so he could only continue to set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings.

Qing Lan said indifferently: "I think this Qin Yunshu wants to study and serve the court. I'm afraid that the idea of ​​Huansha is about to fail. You can't force everything. Huansha is too persistent, why bother?"

The words were unintentional, but the listeners had intentions, the girl on the first floor of the world was drinking red water like white water.

Yan Cang and Qing Lan have always been curious about what Huan Sha will do, and the scholar has never been unusual, until one day, Qing Lan found a demonic energy in Qin Yunshu's body, and the two followed up to see it, and saw a small simple courtyard. , Huansha was wearing a coarse cloth dress and was feeding the chicks.

Look at the chick, obviously just bought it not long ago.

On the doors and windows, there are bright red happy characters and couplets.

Yan Cang opened the fan with a sound: "How can a child know the joy of a fish if he is not a fish?"