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The people outside the courtyard dispersed at some point, and the night gradually fell. Meng Huaize sat on the stone bench in the courtyard for a long time, and the glow around him gradually turned into a dark night. There was a rustling sound, and a piece of it fell onto the stone table. Meng Huaize's eyelashes trembled, and then he came back to his senses, realizing that it was already night.

Even though the wind was cool, he didn't know why he felt a little hot, and his whole body seemed to swell in a ball of hot air.

He put his hot palms close to the cold stone table in front of him, and took a breath of cool air, but before he could feel refreshed, the hot air became more vigorous uncontrollably, swallowing up the cold air where the palms touched, All fainted into heat.

Meng Huaize felt a little strange, but he didn't think too much about it. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the neckline, and stood up.

He cleaned up the courtyard, carefully arranged the herbs, and squatted down in front of the flower that Xuezhao had.

Xuezhao and A Fei have been watching him from the base of the courtyard wall, feeling that Meng Huaize is a bit strange today, and dare not disturb him in the past, but now seeing him coming, they all moved to his side.

Meng Huaize reached out and touched the flower bone lightly, the petite bone was slightly cracked, revealing a hint of light red.

Meng Huaize smiled at the snow and said, "It seems to be opening soon."

Xuezhao nodded.

Meng Huaize lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't know what it looks like."

"We'll watch it together when the time comes," Xuezhao tilted his head to look at him, "When the flowers bloom, I'll call you and Master Wu Yue."

Meng Huaize laughed: "Thank you."

Xuezhao also laughed a few times, blushing a little shyly.

Meng Huaize pulled off his neckline again, he raised his head and looked at the swaying branches, it was clear that there was wind, but he was still very hot.

"Do you think it's hot tonight?" Meng Huaize asked.

Both little demons shook their heads, Xuezhao remembered something, and said, "It's very hot this morning, but it will be fine in a while."

Meng Huaize hummed, and said, "Maybe it's because I haven't recovered from the work just now."

He stood up, couldn't help but tugged at the neckline again, the heat seemed to soak from the depths of his flesh, a layer of sweat quickly appeared on Meng Huaize's forehead, he pursed his lips anxiously.

It was almost bewitched with heat.

Meng Huaize went to the water tank to scoop up a ladle of cold water, poured it down in one gulp, the cold water flowed down his throat and entered his lungs, Meng Huaize put down the ladle, let out a breath, and felt a little better.However, in just a moment, the coolness was taken over by the heat again.

Meng Huaize scratched his neck, he was so hot that he was almost itchy, his skin was itchy, and the bones inside seemed to be itching too.

He had no choice but to take off his outer shirt, buried his whole face in the water, soaked his sleeves in the water, and wet a lot of clothes, and was blown by the wind, and finally healed the heat I suppressed it a little bit.

He just entered the room wearing wet clothes. Wu Yue was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, looking at the ball of light floating in the air, with no expression on his face, even a little indifferent.

Meng Huaize walked in, he glanced at it, and took the light ball back into his palm.

Meng Huaize wanted to put away some more medicine, but as soon as he walked to the table, the coolness brought by the wet clothes was useless, and the turbulent heat enveloped him, and the place where he touched the wet clothes became hot, like a lump A hot cocoon of bondage.

He couldn't help tearing the neckline open completely, and leaned his head forward on the medicine cabinet.

Wu Yue came over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Meng Huaize looked up at him, his face was flushed and his eyes were moist with heat.

"Hot," he looked at Wu Yue, his voice seemed sticky/thick, "It's very hot, I don't know why."

Wu Yue frowned, reached out and touched his forehead, it was really hot.Meng Huaize grabbed his hand but refused to let it go, Wu Yue's hand was slightly cold, like a savior to him, he buried his face in Wu Yue's palm, and even wanted to put Wu Yue's hand on his neck Put it down, put it down the neck.

Meng Huaize grabbed this idea in a thrill.

"Did you touch that little pink demon?" Wu Yue asked.

Meng Huaize looked at him in a daze, and it took him a while to understand what he meant.

"A Fei?" He nodded and said in a daze, "A Fei, I touched him."

"What did I tell you?" Wu Yue asked.

Meng Huaize really couldn't think at the moment, and he couldn't figure it out either. Seeing Wu Yue felt aggrieved, he muttered, "I don't know..."

Wu Yue was amused by him: "Why are you wronged?"

When he said this, Meng Huaize's eyes really turned red, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"I don't know," Meng Huaize felt a little unsteady, and subconsciously approached Wu Yue. He was in a huge struggle, with an irresistible dry/heat and desire/desire, as well as the last sliver of reason. Fighting, he put his head against Wu Yue's chest, and said softly, "I feel a little uncomfortable, let me take it easy..."

He had been thinking about Wu Yue and Neidan all the time, but now he was so enthused that he couldn't think about anything anymore, and the determination he had just made after going through all kinds of hardships was not clear, he just felt uncomfortable, but the specifics were Where it hurts, he can't tell.

What does he want, what does he want to get, he feels that he is about to be exploded by the heat.

Wu Yue asked: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Meng Huaize raised his eyes to look at him, Wu Yue's voice was so close to him that it almost blew past his ear, at that moment, Meng Huaize suddenly realized what was wrong with him.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was stunned for a while, and the lower half of his body tried to hide some distance from Wu Yue. He wanted to take his hands away from Wu Yue, but his hands seemed to be stuck to Wu Yue. , he couldn't refuse the cool temptation.

A person who is about to die of thirst in the desert finally gets a pinch of water, how can he be willing to let go?

Meng Huaize looked at Wu Yue with red eyes, but for some reason, Wu Yue's heart softened.

He put his arms around Meng Huaize's back, and asked him with a smile, "What do you want?"

what do you want?

Meng Huaize's mind seemed to be a ball of hot paste, these four words were churning up and down in it.

He suddenly felt very sad.

A light on the table flickered slightly, Meng Huaize stared at Wu Yue blankly for a while, then moved closer, buried his hot/hot face on Wu Yue's neck, and murmured: "You."

With the sound of this word, he suddenly shed tears for some reason, maybe it was shame/shame, maybe it was something else.

"I want you." He whispered through tears.

Wu Yue was originally thinking of being funny, but he was taken aback by the wetness on his neck, and his eyes sank instantly.

He paused for a moment, then exerted force with his hands, carried Meng Huaize on his shoulders, and walked towards the bed.

He doesn't know any propriety/honesty/shame, there is no reason to refuse this kind of thing.

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Wu Yue bit the back of Meng Huaize's sweaty neck, bleeding out from the bite: "I want to take you back to my cave."