All for Rebirth [Quick Transmigration]

There was a muffled sound of thunder, followed by rain, which was fast and heavy.

Xi Qinglan pressed against Song Pei's body, nose to nose.

The breath is intertwined, sticky and inseparable.

Going down, Xi Qinglan lightly bit Song Pei's chin.

"Still mad at me, huh?"

Song Pei pursed his lips, unable to say what he was feeling.

Just very uncomfortable.

Also feel aggrieved.

What can be wronged?

do not know.

Anyway, I just feel wronged.

My chest was still congested, and it was terribly stuffy.

Xi Qinglan stretched out her hand, passed under her body, and hugged her in her arms.

She has a temper because she pets her, no matter what, she has to get used to it.

With her lips pressed against Song Pei's ear, Xi Qinglan said, "It's my fault, I should have told you earlier."

Song Pei struggled, but didn't break free. He turned his head to avoid the voice, but he couldn't.

I can only be held by others and listen to stories in their arms.

This story is still relatively old.

You have to start talking about it five years ago.

Five years ago, there was a very well-behaved and cute little girl named Xu Nuo.

Then one day, the little girl will reach puberty.

Adolescence, rebellion, puppy love, all of them, right?

But this little girl's rebellious actions are relatively big.

The big one almost wiped out the Lingzong.

So, all parties in the Lingzong began to think of ways to get rid of this girl.

It's just that this girl is deeply involved with Huangmen, and Xi Qinglan intends to protect her.

With Xi Qinglan intervening, things are difficult to accomplish.

Everyone was uneasy, and they excused that they were seeking self-protection, so they moved one person to be a rescuer.

This person is very proficient in the art of puppet transformation, and his origin is also extremely mysterious.

In response to everyone's request, this person spent countless efforts and finally created the first human-shaped puppet, and gave it to him as a gift.

Xu Nuo helped him change form and named him Yu Qing.

One person and one thing, getting along is very pleasant.

It's just that the relative time has passed, and this happiness has somehow become ambiguous.

If you are ambiguous and ambiguous, you will fall in love early.

After all, it's a teenager's sad love affair.

With a sweetheart, the girl temporarily rests her thoughts of doing things, and focuses on falling in love with her sweetheart wholeheartedly.

In this way, Lingzong remained peaceful for two years.

But those people are still not at ease, and they are on guard every day that promises will cause disasters again.

But in fact, people don't have such thoughts at all.

Because they are planning to get married.

Both ends are moving, but they haven't been exposed to the outside world, and they are still at peace with each other.

It's just that no one expected that things would turn around again and again, beyond everyone's expectations.

In Xu Nuo and Yu Qing's wedding hall, the red everywhere was covered with another layer of blood.

Gorgeous, like a fire burning.

On the same day, the Huangmen held a funeral.

No one could have imagined that the arrogant and arrogant promise would die like this.

On the seventh day of her death, Xi Qinglan was dressed in plain clothes and left the Phoenix Gate.

When he came back again, the plain color turned into blood, and fourteen lives were sacrificed to the promise.

Afterwards, no outsider knew Xu Nuo's name.

All the important people who know about it are dead, and the remaining small fish and small shrimps don't dare to mention it again with a thousand courage.

Don't die.

Then, Xi Qinglan stayed behind closed doors for three full years.

Song Pei knew about everything that happened after that.

An old event that has long been dusty, told in a few paragraphs, it can be regarded as unraveling the knot in my heart for several years.

Xi Qinglan went to listen to the serious Song Pei, "Are you still angry with me?"

Song Pei blinked, she has a problem now.

Bai Tu's story is not the same as Xi Qinglan's.

And the access is relatively large.

Who should she believe?

Xi Qinglan kissed the corner of her mouth, "I know that Bai Tu told you something, but you promised me and only believed in me, so are you still angry with me?"

The scale in Song Pei's heart was tilted at an angle, but when she said it, it completely fell to one side.

Compared with Bai Tu, she also felt that Xi Qinglan was more reliable.

After all, after serving him for so long, he should have no position to lie to himself, right?

Bai Tu is different.

She has listened to it several times, and every time she speaks, there are thorns, which hurt people.

Especially every time I see her, it's just this or that, and I'm not polite at all.

Thinking about the story Xi Qinglan just told her, she went through it again.

There is no big problem, but there still seems to be something, Xi Qinglan didn't say it.

Or maybe she said it, but just passed it by, and she didn't pay attention.

Song Pei bit the tip of his tongue, and asked the least important thing, "Xu, Nuo, Xiang, pear, eat?"

Xi Qinglan turned around several times before she came to understand, smiled and pecked her lips again.

"Xu Nuo hated Xiangli the most in his life, you listened to Bai Tu's nonsense."

Song Pei couldn't figure it out.

The two people are talking more and more differently.

One statement per person.

Xi Qinglan, really won't lie to her?

He bit the tip of his tongue again, this time it was a little bigger, and Xi Qinglan saw it.

Frowning, Xi Qinglan pinched her jaw and asked her to stick out her tongue.

Song Pei couldn't twist his thigh, so he obediently stretched it out.

Pink tongue, only the tip of the tongue is bright red.

Xi Qinglan felt pain in her heart, kissed it, and licked the wound on the tip, as if to heal the wound.

Song Pei could only swallow his saliva with his head raised.

My own, Xi Qinglan's, mixed together, couldn't tell the difference, and swallowed them all.

The thunder outside the house gradually subsided, but the rain was still falling.

Speechless, drowning out other voices.

The bed curtains in the room swayed slightly, and the heat inside the tent not only did not decrease, but also increased.

It rises higher and higher, as if it wants to drown people in this climax.

Song Pei opened his mouth, panting, but still bored.

My mind went blank, I couldn't think of anything, I forgot everything.

Only hot.

Xi Qinglan peeled off the package wrapped around the baby, and ran her fingers over the surface of the baby, inch by inch, refusing to miss a single cent.

Delicate, warm and fragrant.

She couldn't put it down.

Song Pei thinks that he may not only be blind, but also deaf and dumb.

Can't see it, can't hear it, can't say it.

The only thing that can prove that he is still in this world is the touch.

From the most superficial skin, layer by layer, down.

Itchy, not too much and not too much.

Not too much, gently, softly, walking around.

Excessive, swimming and walking, and driving the itch down to the bones, gnawing and gnawing, eating up the soul, leaving only longing.

Want, more, more of that itch.

Xi Qinglan kissed the inner side of her thigh|thigh, leaving a red mark, deep, like a mark.

Fingertips lingering in secret places are temptations and greetings.

Ask, can this flower bloom for me?

If a flower can bloom for me, can the honey in the flower be picked for me?

Song Pei panted deeply, without thinking, only enjoying.

Enjoy this moment and indulge in the beauty of lust ||.

Let desire | weave a net, and filter reason through the dense gaps, leaving only warmth, wrapping them into a cocoon, wrapping them both in.

The twisted stems loosen, revealing pathways into the flower.

Fingers got the answer, and then briskly slipped over.

The flowers are shy and closed tightly.

The fingers had no choice but to stop first, telling her love words over and over again, coaxing, with a hint of deception.

After talking for a long time, Hua Xin loosened her mind and opened her mouth slightly.

That little gap is a silent invitation.

The fingers accepted the invitation, leaned over, and kissed the petals, tenderly and meticulously.

Little by little, it helps the petals to bloom into the most beautiful shape.

When the fingertips move forward and scrape wherever they pass, the flowers tremble with their petals, and there is faint condensation sliding down.

Xi Qinglan licked| licked Song Pei's earball, and Song Pei's whole body trembled, as if he had been electrified.

Excited scalp is numb.

A voice with an ambiguous smile lingered in my ears and said, "Is it comfortable? Huh?"

Song Pei bit the tip of his tongue, unable to speak.

What can she say?

Are you happy?

Cool, indeed.

But she didn't say it.

What a shame.

Xi Qinglan let go of her ear, kissed the tip of her tongue, and said vaguely, "Don't bite, my heart hurts."

Song Pei rolled his eyes, why don't you move your hands forward.

"No."

Xi Qinglan moved forward unswervingly, until she reached a thin layer of flower film that blocked her way.

Song Pei tensed up.

a little nervous.

Xi Qinglan kissed her cheek, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

Song Pei opened his mouth, but hadn't had time to speak yet.

pain.

One word wiped away all the charm before.

Unable to hold back the tears, they burst out in an instant.

fraud.

Totally broken.

Does it hurt?

Xi Qinglan went to kiss her tears away, "Mine."

My baby is mine, to be marked.

Your whole being, including your soul, is mine.

No one can covet.

Song Pei wanted to curse, it hurt so much.

The messy hand broke the membrane and started messing around again.

She moved lightly, waiting for her pain to pass.

Song Pei raised his hand, hooked Xi Qinglan's neck, reached her shoulder, and bit down.

"mine."

Have cruel intentions.

Pain for pain, you owe me.

Xi Qinglan was still laughing there, as if she wasn't the one who was bitten.

"You."

There is affection in the words.

There is no trace of impatience, as she said herself.

If she climbs on top of my head, I'll support her so she won't fall off.

The first favorite.

The pain at that moment gradually subsided, and the itching emerged.

Turn into small bugs, bit by bit, and then gnaw away the reason.

Only the desire||desire like a rising tide is left, wave after wave, rising higher and higher, gradually engulfing people.

When the bed collapsed, the small boat was rippling along with the waves.

People in boats followed suit.

wobbly.

It seemed like it would never stop.