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

The autumn wind shakes the canopy of the maple tree, the maple leaves rustle and rustle, and a few leaves fall like red flames.

Guan Boya put the white cream on the corners of her lips clean, and her thin lips parted in an arc, gorgeous and dazzling, extremely snake-like, but the sight that fell on Shen Qingchuan had a strong aggressive personality and was particularly aggressive .

Shen Qingchuan felt that Guan Boya's gaze fell on his wrist, and he had the illusion that he had added it, as if he had been scalded.

Shen Qingchuan jerked his hand back, and put the fork back into the small dish containing the cream cake, his broken hair drooped slightly covering his forehead, his eyes couldn't be seen clearly, and he said in a flat tone, "I've been busy recently, so I don't have time."

In fact, he didn't even read those posts, so he was thrown away.

"No time?" Guan Boya let out a chuckle as the ending sound rose, and then he leaned closer to Shen Qingchuan again, with his mouth pressed against his white jade-like ears, pretending to be a resentful woman, and softened his voice, and said, "Mr. You have no time to provoke newcomers, but you have no time to deal with me, an old man, and you will abandon me once you have a good time."

Shen Qingchuan patted Boya on the switch with one hand, and said coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"That girl just kept looking at you, her eyes fell on you." When Guan Boya said this, her gaze never left Shen Qingchuan's eyes, and she didn't miss any strangeness.

Shen Qingchuan under the maple tree smiled so gently at the girl, his eyes were so doting that it made him feel jealous.

Shen Qingchuan thought about it for a while, he saw Shao Shishi blushing and reserved before, so he took care of her more, and said, "That's my sister's classmate, where do you want to go?"

"Since you don't like her, don't smile so gently at her, or I will be sad." Guan Boya said.

Shen Qingchuan laughed angrily, his eyes burning like a maple like a fire, and said, "Who am I smiling at and being gentle with? Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will be sad?" Guan Boya asked back. Shen Qingchuan said before that he would never be sad.

"What I'm afraid of is that Ms. Boya will be sad. Does that have anything to do with you—Mr. Guan?" Shen Qingchuan said the last three words heavily.

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Guan Boya's eyes dimmed instantly, as if thick dark clouds were accumulating in it to form a storm.

Suddenly, Guan Boya grabbed Shen Qingchuan's wrist with one hand and pulled him up, Shen Qingchuan staggered a few steps, but hadn't reacted yet.

Until his wrist was pulled, the back of his hand touched the rough tan bark, and his back hit the trunk behind him.

"Guan Boya——what on earth do you want?" Shen Qingchuan was very angry, but he didn't want people in the distance to notice the movement on his side, because the movements of the two of them were so ambiguous, so they deliberately lowered their voices.

However, he could still see the anger rising from his eyes, which was hotter than Maple Leaf.

The sun shines through the maple leaves, making them red and yellow, and there is a glow under the tree, like a cloud of rouge.

Guan Boya's hands were like strong iron tongs. He trapped Shen Qingchuan behind the maple tree. The wide trunk of the maple tree could just cover the figures of the two of them. Others wouldn't notice if they didn't look here deliberately. of.

Shen Qingchuan didn't care where to move, he didn't dare to move.

Guan Boya pulled off the red silk hairband behind her suddenly, and her long hair like silk like a dark cloud was scattered behind her, softening his cold and beautiful face a bit.

Guan Boya tied the red silk headband on Shen Qingchuan's slender wrist. She was as white as snow, and tied a piece of red silk. The red silk headband passed over the dark green sleeves. Light rouge pink.

Guan Boya kissed his wrist lightly, just like the touch of a dragonfly on water, but with a gorgeous snake color.

With disheveled black hair and glowing red clothes, Guan Bo Ya looked like a glamorous maple demon walking out of an ancient painting, full of affection and affection.

He is charming enough just standing under the maple tree, not to mention that he is deliberately hidden now, Guan Boya has shallow creases at the corners of his eyes, looking down at the person below him.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Shen Qingchuan was embarrassed to look at him like this, and turned his head away, not looking into Guan Boya's eyes. Guan Boya's appearance reminded him of Miss Boya.

"Aren't I pretty? Why don't you dare to look at me?" Guan Boya leaned closer, spraying Shen Qingchuan's exposed side neck with hot and humid breath.

Under Guan Boya's gaze, the neck that was as fine as snow slowly transpired into a pink light, and even the helixes turned red, like the unobstructed beauty of spring, or the delicate and long peach blossoms and apricot blossoms under the spring sun open all over.

"Or do you only like women?" Guan Boya smiled lightly.

Shen Qingchuan knew what he meant by asking him if he liked women's clothing or he liked men's clothing.

Guan Boya was waiting for Shen Qingchuan's answer. His lips were less than one centimeter away from the corner of Shen Qingchuan's mouth. If Shen Qingchuan liked him in women's clothing, he would be willing to be Mrs. Shen for the rest of his life.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan didn't answer, he rested his chin on Shen Qingchuan's shoulder again, "Qingchuan, give me a chance, I know you still like me, you can fool others, but you can't fool me."

"There is no one in the world who understands you better than me. I love you." Guan Boya's tone was feminine and mournful, but the strength with which he locked Shen Qingchuan under his body was different.

"You're trying to seduce me." Shen Qingchuan said with certainty, he knew that this was Guan Boya's trick, like a beast disguised as a wounded prey, waiting for the hunter to approach him little by little.

"Yes, I was just trying to seduce you, and you are tempted, I can hear it." Guan Boya lifted Shen Qingchuan's jaw, with a twinkle in his eyes.

He didn't know if it was the prey's eagerness to get him, or the excitement of hunting wild beasts, he couldn't help but want to use more force while holding Shen Qingchuan's wrist.

In the next second, Guan Boya was pushed away, and his back hit the rough brown bark, making a soft thud.

The maple tree rustled, the red leaves fell like flames, and the yellow leaves scattered like gold flakes. A leaf fell on Shen Qingchuan's crow's temple, and slid to the leaf pile on the ground.

Shen Qingchuan pinched Guan Boya's neck and kissed him directly. Maybe it was because he hated why Guan Boya lied to him, why he wanted to break his dream, or maybe he hated himself why he couldn't get rid of Guan Boya from his heart now. Boya, love, hate, helplessness and anger, is like red flames and golden sunlight intertwined.

It looks like a cat biting food viciously, probably because the autumn wind smudges the petals red, and the two thin pieces turn bright red, and when they are torn apart, it looks like a spider pulling out spider silk from a flower bush.

Shen Qingchuan's index finger gently pressed Guan Boya's lips, vigorously wiping away the water stains, his expression was indifferent.

His eyes were a little blurred and he looked straight at Guan Boya's gloomy, unfathomable black eyes.

Guan Boya put his hands on Shen Qingchuan's waist, supporting him modestly, in the posture of a protector.

His eyes fell on the young man's forehead, eyebrows, and corners of his mouth.

His gaze was tender and affectionate, like a silent entanglement.

"Are you satisfied?" Shen Qingchuan asked coldly, he did still like him.

"It's not enough." Guan Boya looked at the young man under the maple tree. He was dressed in dark green, with beautiful eyebrows and eyelashes like crow feathers, unpainted but green eyebrows, and unpainted but red lips.

Shen Qingchuan's gaze was cold and indifferent, but like silver-gray wet and sticky spider silk, weaving a soft web with the bright moonlight, with a magical power to lock people firmly.

The red maple leaves were falling one after another, like flames, but the flames all over the sky were eclipsed by the young man's face, and there was a faint floating light that ran aground on Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes, and fell on the patch of skin under the eyelids, like rouge. Kiss a seal.

The bright red and moist lips were tightly pursed, but Guan Boya saw it, and he saw Shen Qingchuan's half-closed eyes filled with melting mist, which contained Shen Qingchuan's love that he himself didn't even notice.

His little Begonia is emotional.

A small maple leaf fell on the slender neck, and the red leaves seemed to fall on the snowdrift.

Guan Boya half-closed her eyes, leaned closer, and gently picked up the maple leaf with extremely light force, like an old girl doing her makeup in front of a mirror, holding a piece of rouge in her mouth.

The crimson crabapple fruit, which looks like autumn, hits the snowdrift and leaves a red mark, which seems to be the shallow trace of the amorous maple leaf.

"Okay?" Shen Qingchuan said in a low voice coldly.

His dark green clothes were wrinkled by the autumn wind, and a small piece of snow had slender lines. He was born with fair skin, and standing under this maple tree was like a painting, with thick green jade skin and red maple snow.

There is an autumn wind around the crabapple tree, from bottom to top, the cool autumn wind blows over the dark green leaves, the autumn wind is not as warm as the summer wind, but like cold water splashing on the petals of the crabapple, pinching a faint pink light, if it is winter, snow It is soft, and when you hold it in your hand, your fingers can be embedded with snow.

A maple leaf fell from the tree into the clothes. The autumn maple leaves are dry, and the veins of the leaves are very clear. When they fall on the snow, they melt and slide down.

Shen Qingchuan has always been ticklish, his skin is delicate, like snow and jade, and he can't touch it at ordinary times.

Probably because the autumn wind was too cold, Shen Qingchuan shivered.

Guan Boya's hands were placed on his back, and a hoarse voice sounded in Shen Qingchuan's ears, breathing evenly, "What do you think?"

Guan Boya put his palm on Shen Qingchuan's chest, close to his heart, and said, "Little Haitang, your heart beats so fast."

Guan Boya kissed Shen Qingchuan's neck, the shadowy dim light in his eyes was like the water glowing from a deep black pool, and said, "Do you like it?"

Guan Boya kissed the corner of Shen Qingchuan's eyes again, the young man's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly falling into a spider's web, and said, "Do you like it?"

"No." Shen Qingchuan spat out two words, even though his face was already slightly rosy, his expression was still cold.

Guan Boya smiled, and said with a playful voice, "Little liar."

His little Haitang always spoke so insincerely, his heart beat powerfully from his palm, every time Guan Boya asked, Shen Qingchuan's breathing became short of breath.

He knew where Shen Qingchuan was the most sensitive, where his heart would beat faster when he kissed.

Undoubtedly, Guan Boya was flattering Shen Qingchuan, testing Shen Qingchuan's reaction little by little, his actions were full of pity.

From the first time he met Shen Qingchuan, he had never thought well. He was careful every step of the way. If an evil beast disguised as a harmless small animal, it would lead the hunter into the trap he set, until the physical and mental It all belongs to him.

All Guan Boya's tenderness was given to Shen Qingchuan.He never thought of giving Shen Qingchuan a chance to choose from the very beginning, including this time.

Guan Boya sucked in Shen Qingchuan's mouth, thinking of the fisherman on the seaside prying open the shell, touching the soft one, which seemed to have the sweet taste of maple syrup spreading.

The crazy love seemed to make him a little out of control, and the overflowing voice seemed to be the lead that ignited the flame.

Guan Boya opened his eyes slightly, and watched the young man whom he was marrying closed his eyes tightly. The crow-like eyelashes drooped tightly, casting a small shadow under the eyelids. He squeezed the back of the young man's neck with his hands, and pressed hard Pressed down, more in-depth kissing.

Shen Qingchuan was kissed so brightly that the crimson moon was shining brightly, and when Shuangchun separated, he made a popping sound.

It's like a spider's thread with dew hanging from the woods in the early morning.

Guan Boya's forehead was pressed against Shen Qingchuan, and he leaned over to touch Shen Qingchuan.

The lingering autumn wind blew, making Shen Qingchuan's face red and hot, breathing out, Guan Boya put his hands on his neck and shoulders, put his chin on his shoulders, and let out a joyful laugh.If someone sees this place, they will think that a red-clothed black-haired girl is hanging on the young man's body, so they don't care.

In fact, if there wasn't a tree trunk lying behind Shen Qingchuan's legs to provide a certain amount of support, and there was a tree trunk behind him to lean on, Shen Qingchuan would have slumped down and sat down.

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small theater:

Boss Guan: The lonely white rabbit, wandering around.Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones.

Boss Guan: How can I have bad thoughts for you, I am just a little white rabbit abandoned by you.

Shen Qingchuan: Oh, the kind that eats people?

感谢在2021-02-1123:57:27~2021-02-1300:55:39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 in the evening;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 173 bottles of Crow Killing Three Thousand; 4 bottles of Evening Festival;

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