The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Around ten o'clock in the evening, Guan Boya came out of the bathroom wearing a black silk ginkgo-patterned nightgown.

The lights in the bedroom, one dark and one bright, repeated twice.

"What are you doing?" A hoarse voice sounded, scaring Shen Qingchuan and immediately turned his back.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was a little flustered, he tried to force himself to be calm, as if he hadn't recovered from the fright just now.

Guan Boya walked to his side, stroked Shen Qingchuan's cheek, and laughed uncontrollably, "Why are you so scared?"

"A moth that flew in just now, I turned off the light to drive it away." Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and fell into Guan Boya's sight. The curved surface of the dark pupils reflected his slightly unnatural appearance. jaw, as if he had the confidence to do so.

The windows are wide open, there are dark clouds outside, and the moonlight also dims. A gust of wind blows in and blows up the window screens. On the eve of a stormy day, one or two moths will indeed fly in when they see the light.

Guan Boya didn't answer, and in the silence, ambiguity arose spontaneously, the two of them were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Shen Qingchuan's body was pressed against the wall, when Guan Boya suddenly bent down, wanting to kiss him.

Facing the sudden movement, Shen Qingchuan quickly turned his head, warm thin lips fell on his right cheek, Guan Boya chuckled lightly, Shen Qingchuan still didn't understand what was going on.

In the next second, Shen Qingchuan almost bounced back. The blush on his skin spread from his neck to his face, but the arms around his waist and the wide palms rubbing his neck prevented him from escaping, and he was trapped by the wall. The small space between Guan Boya and Guan Boya.

The delicate and soft kiss fell on his cheek like a dragonfly.

"En." Shen Qingchuan let out a small hum.

Guan Boya bit the white jade earlobe, punishing her with an evil taste.

"Put it..." Shen Qingchuan pushed Guan Boya with both hands, touching his muscular muscles through the black silk nightgown.

Covering his mouth with a wide palm, he leaned close to Shen Qingchuan's ear, the hot and humid breath coming out, as if his ears were filled with steam from the tropical rainforest, and Guan Boya whispered, "It will be heard .”

The servant's footsteps in the aisle passed through the wall clearly, and Shen Qingchuan could hear it clearly, his face was flushed even more, his eyes were as bright as a cluster of fire, and as if a pool of spring water.

Guan Boya looked even more joyfully, a muffled laughter vibrated from his chest, he let go of his hands, embraced Shen Qingchuan's waist, followed the delicate earlobes, and lightly licked the beautiful side of the back of his neck, the lines were as slender as a swan Neck, skin as white as snow, with a hint of shrimp pink, and the contours of the ears are red.

Ambiguous water marks meander down, sensitive and fragile crabapple, slightly trembling body.

Shen Qingchuan bit his lips tightly, tried his best to restrain himself, his small voice overflowed, the corners of his wet eyes were red, like rouge that had been wiped away, glamorous and pitiful.

Guan Boya couldn't bear him to bite his lip, grabbed the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck with his palm, bent down to kiss, drove straight in, swept across the city, and occupied every inch of territory domineeringly.

Being kissed was breathless, Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes were soaked, whether it was sweat or tears, and there was a faint smell of cedar in his nose, which was cold and very aggressive.

When Shen Qingchuan was really about to cry, Guan Boya let him go, and supported Shen Qingchuan's limp, limp body like snow water.

Shen Qingchuan panted heavily, resting his chin on Guan Boya's shoulder, and leaning on Guan Boya's body.

Fortunately, Guan Boya did not overstep.

Sitting on a soft bed, covered with a silky golden silk quilt, and a western lamp hanging from the ceiling, the warm yellow and warm light fell on the dark head like a crow's feather, creating a shiny arc.

The white shirt fell off to the end of the arm, and the bandages were scattered on the porcelain plate on the bedside table. Shen Qingchuan leaned sideways and lowered his head. The skin on the neck was as white as jade, and there were faint red marks on one side, like pink petals falling. In the white and clean snow.

The warm yellow light painted the snow-white skin with a light honey color, the honey color was like water, moistening Shen Qingchuan's upper body, and the red plums were like cinnabar, the ultimate red.

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips and remained silent, while Guan Boya sat behind him, holding long tweezers holding a cotton ball, which was stained with bluish-gray medicinal powder, which was finely sprinkled on the wound.

For nearly ten days, with uninterrupted recuperation, various medicinal soups and food tonics, Shen Qingchuan's gunshot wound has stopped bleeding, and the wound has healed, and the wound is scabbed and no longer bleeding.

Guan Boya's long hair was slanted in front of her left shoulder, and the black silk nightgown she was wearing was loose, but it exuded a cool and thin temperament like snow.

The eyelashes are slightly lowered, the eyelids of Danfengyan are very thin, and the eyelashes look like long black curves from a distance, extending to the end of the eyes, adding a little more glamor.

After applying the powder, Guan Boya picked up a new strap and wrapped it around Shen Qingchuan. Shen Qingchuan seemed to be hugged by Guan Boya from the back.

Whether it's the warm breath spraying down from his neck, the tactile sensation of rubbing the red plum inadvertently, the irritating sensation brought by the rough bandage rubbing, together with the slightly cold fingertips on his right shoulder, there seems to be flames Such magical power made his skin feel like hot magma, all of which made Shen Qingchuan feel uncomfortable and awkward.

After the bandage was tied, Shen Qingchuan immediately put on his clothes, buttoned up the top button of his shirt, and lay on the outermost side of the bed, if he moved an inch to the side, he would fall under the bed.

Shen Qingchuan didn't want to sleep in a place too close to Guan Boya, if he suggested sleeping on the floor or changing a place, he would only get an even more excessive punishment.

Covered with a quilt, Shen Qingchuan turned his back and fell asleep with his head covered.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's childish silent resistance, who knows that a stubborn little beast is more likely to arouse others' desire to conquer, a smile floated on Guan Boya's face, extending to the depths of his eyes, this warmth made his face, like The icy snow is melting.

Guan Boya embraced Shen Qingchuan's waist, pulled his arm back, tightened it, and pressed against Shen Qingchuan's back, with a cool and soft voice, revealing a hint of affection, and said, "What if I fall? manage?"

"If you fall, you will fall." Shen Qingchuan said in a cold tone, pulling himself through the thin quilt, with his back to Guan Boya.

"If it breaks, I will feel bad." Guan Boya deliberately teased Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan ignored him, closed his eyes to sleep, and refused to continue talking with Guan Boya.

Turning off the lights, it rained heavily in the middle of the night, the thunder kept ringing, and with a single stroke, lightning poured into the dark clouds like a silver snake, and even the window screens were illuminated. The shadow of the window frame fell on the white window screens, and the rain was like beans , clattering against the glass.

Shen Qingchuan didn't sleep well, he secretly poured out the medicine juice at noon and night, and in his dream he recalled the night in Jinlongzhai, Shen Qingchuan had been living in a relatively peaceful and comfortable environment before, the biggest fight It was just a fight with Sun Demao, and some blood was broken. It was the first time he saw so much blood in Jinlongzhai. Countless people died, and he almost died. This was an experience he had never had before.

The concoction contained soothing ingredients, Shen Qingchuan didn't drink it, and naturally had nightmares again.

Guan Boya heard Shen Qingchuan's sleep talking, hugged him, lightly pecked and kissed Shen Qingchuan's hair, and patted him gently, as if coaxing a child, humming an unknown tune.

I don't know if it's the warm body temperature that sticks to the back, or the songs pouring into the ears, gradually let Shen Qingchuan's tense body and slightly trembling eyelashes relax and stop.

The next day it rained and cleared, and the leaves were still dotted with raindrops.

When Shen Qingchuan woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty, Guan Boya was nowhere to be seen.

After washing up and going downstairs, the servants had already placed breakfast on the Eight Immortals table in the dining room. When they saw Shen Qingchuan coming down, the servants hurriedly greeted him. This is Guan Ye's fiancé, and they dared not disrespect him.

"Mr. Xiao Shen, you are down." The servant Li Zhu said after setting up the bowls and spoons.

Shen Qingchuan saw that there was only his own bowl and spoon on the table, and Guan Boya would usually dine with him, so he asked, "Where is Mr. Guan?"

"Guan Ye, went out early in the morning, said that Mr. Xiao Shen didn't sleep well last night, and specially ordered us to wake you up later."

"Mr. Shen, this is the shredded chicken porridge that Guan Ye specially ordered the kitchen to cook this morning. It is very warm and not greasy. Try it." The servant Li Zhu put a bowl of porridge on Shen Qingchuan's. at the table.

Shen Qingchuan was exhausted, and his expression was indifferent, with no joy on his face, he asked, "Mr. Guan, where did he go?"

"This little guy doesn't know, but Lord Guan said that if he can't come back for dinner tonight, Mr. Xiao Shen will eat first." The servant Li Zhu said.

After Shen Qingchuan finished eating the porridge, he went upstairs. At noon, he had a good appetite and added a few more bowls of rice. The rest of the servants brought soup and medicine to Shen Qingchuan to drink as usual.

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It was around ten o'clock in the evening that Guan Boya returned to the villa.

The servants took Guan Boya's coat. There was an inconspicuous drop of blood on the corner of the black coat. The servants pretended not to notice anything.

After glancing at the hall, Guan Boya came back and asked, "Where's Qingchuan?"

"Mr. Xiao Shen, fell asleep." The servant bowed his head and said.

"Oh? Why did he go to bed so early today?" Guan Boya sat down on the chair and raised his eyebrows.

The servant hesitated to speak, but finally Li Zhu stepped forward and said, "Mr. Shen, I woke up from a nap at noon today, and said that I felt uncomfortable sleeping in the master bedroom, so I want to move to a guest room to the west."

Servant Li Zhu paused and then said, "I went up and looked, and found that Mr. Xiao Shen has locked the door of the guest room."

Guan Boya took a sip of tea, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "Since he's asleep, let him go tonight."

It must have been his actions last night that frightened his little Haitang.

The author has something to say: scum Author: Jiu Jiu Jiu, the little angel who left a message, and the little angel who fed and fed, Arigado

Scumbag author: quit the game, no needle poking

Scumbag author: Anti-flag blessing buff, haha, Risan is the last stubborn

感谢在2021-01-1823:55:48~2021-01-2000:08:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 glutinous rice dumpling;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lin Xiqian; 2 bottles of evil witch; 1 bottle of beautiful girl and strong man;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!