Fairy strokes my top

The ruler, brush and ink he flicked out, and there were some colorful paints beside him.

Yu Xuanji also rudely dragged the man over, asking him to watch carefully before the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, to see how he could paint on his white shirt, which was stripped to the ground.

Holding the pen, he leaned over the desk, tapped his forehead irritably with the other end of the bamboo pen, and spread half of his sleeves on the desk.

He wrote in a hurry and scribbled, sometimes even the trembling pen landed on Quan Chanbing's wrist and fingers, "Wait for me to think about it, what are you drawing?"

After thinking for a long time, he didn't think there was anything good to draw. His mind was not on it at all. Ever since Quan Chanbing got this hobby, he seldom started to paint. If he has inspiration, he will write some words on it instead of him.

However, those are the ones that came and went when they were painting in the early days. In fact, many of them are hanging in his bedroom now, and he has never seen them, and he doesn’t know what they painted.

Finally, on a whim, he raised his eyebrows at him, and smiled: "You are so good at painting and like painting, I only write characters, you just look at it and help me fill in the main painting!"

Yu Xuanji left a large space blank, and immediately began to write on the cloth near the elbow. He changed to a pen soaked in thick ink and specially used for inscriptions.

I started to write down as soon as I started to write——

Yu Xuanji didn't stop thinking, and finished writing in one breath.

It is raining outside the building, and the painting of beauties is cool and cool. I don’t know that I am here. Come in to shut you up and watch you... The night is sleepless, the harp and zither are singing in harmony, and people ride the moon, singing in the sea of ​​desire.

Yu Xuanji put away his pen, raised his head that had been tied down, and took a deep look back at Quan Chanbing.

Quan Chanbing didn't even look at whether it was written or painted, or what characters were engraved. He impatiently opened his sleeves, and the gouache paint swept all over the ground and splashed on the two of them. Tightened!

It was impossible for Yu Xuanji to just let him go, he blinked sullenly, wiped off the black foam that fell into his neck, and opened the lapel vertically, and the ink dot was wiped from the Adam's apple to the bottom by his fuss. The color of the collarbone is a little lighter against the afterglow of that day.

Yu Xuanji walked dangerously close to Quan Chanbing, breathing hot air oppressing the surroundings, they followed each other until they both stopped at the bedside of the innermost bedroom at the same time.

suddenly—

Yu Xuanji kicked Quan Chanbing's vest!

Quan Chanbing was probably in pain, at least Yu Xuanji's calf bone hit the back of the chair next to him, and his waist was so painful that he was about to bend down. His spirit was tense intensely, and the heat swept over him. He smiled slightly, I'm afraid he hurts more than he does.

People outside the room knocked on the door one after another to say hello, and the voices of the two immature children still lingered in their ears.

But when Quan Chanbing turned over, he still had the strength to grin at him, and he raised his index finger to his lips in a silent gesture of "shh".

"You disturbed him." Quan Chanbing wiped his lips and coughed up blood.

Seeing this kind of smile, Yu Xuanji's brow creases deepened. He tilted his head and looked back from the corner of his eye, but his gaze never left Quan Chanbing's body.

It was a cat. Two or three steps away, there was the sound of a pad of flesh stepping on the brocade, which could be heard with concentration.

Yu Xuanji completely ignored the shouts outside.

He grabbed Quan Chanbing's hand and twisted his arm completely backwards, testing the flexibility of his subordinates with strength, he heard his hoarse voice coming from the depths of his red-hot chest: "Come on, I I want to spoil you."

He exerted force with his fingers until the tips of his five fingers turned blue and were deeply embedded in the flesh of his wrist. The silk yarn on his arm was pinched and deformed. A more controlled posture was adopted.

Yu Xuanji looked sideways: "Even if you drink blood now, what can you do, why not think about it, which one do you like, when you are with me?"

Yu Xuanji stared at Quan Chanbing's face closely, and any subtle emotional changes could not escape his eyes: "Do you remember that when you were just my uncle, you were much more shy than now, and you can't even figure it out How did you climb into my bed?" Yu Xuanji touched his upper and lower eyelashes, and a gentle smile faded between his teeth, "Do you like me? Forget it, these are not important."

"The important thing is, what kind do you like, when you're with me?" Yu Xuanji asked again, "The one who is defensive and distant? The clean and tidy one? Or the one who is addicted to love and can't extricate himself?"

The last piece of clothing on Quan Chanbing's body was wet with sweat. This person was something he wanted to avoid, but he had to meet him if he avoided it.

Yu Xuanji clamped his wrists and walked forward, the cat hid wisely, he stepped over other people's blood on the ground, and with a push of his knees, he threw Quan Chanbing onto the bed. They cannot be avoided.

Until he struggled a few times on the ground on a piece of wood stretched out from the bed board, his back straightened up, and Yu Xuanji let go of his hands, and stopped pressing down, and the weight of the two tall men was fully borne. On Quan Chanbing.

The cold voice caught up and entangled Quan Chanbing like a red snake: "Is it me, or are you in charge? When you can still choose freely, choose the one you enjoy relatively."

Quan Chanbing turned his head, his eyes focused on a place outside the distant window sill.

"Master? Or, the same as before?"

In a one-man show, he even undressed and untied himself. While taking off his clothes, he untied Quan Chanbing's hairband, then tied Quan Chanbing's eyes and tied them twice.

After finishing, Yu Xuanji slowly dragged the man out of the soft mattress to the ground, put his hands on his shoulders, and pressed him to kneel down.

The setting sun shone in brokenly, and he knelt down in front of Quan Chanbing on one knee, waving his index finger at the front of his hairband, and said absentmindedly: "You are quite courageous now, seeing me again, even your eyelids are not straight. Have you lifted it?"

Yu Xuanji propped one leg straight on the ground, and stood up abruptly, Quan Chanbing's blue hairband, which covered his eyes, flew wildly above his head.

"You used to be like this."

"It seems that there is nothing you have to hold in your hands, and there is nothing you can't bear to let go. It is always someone who needs you. You can turn around lightly, go to new places, meet new people, and be your good person or bad person. "

His palms curled up naturally, and the exciting beating of his fingertips has not stopped. This beating frequency is sometimes connected to the beating of the heart. The sunshine is with the two of them. It is a subtle feeling, very enjoyable, and very happy.

Sunlight walks from inside the door to outside the door.

"Quan Chanbing, you have no heart, you are very powerful."

Yu Xuanji withdrew his thoughts that had spread too far and too far away with a "ding". In the distance, Quan Chanbing leaned against the window sill, fading away the twilight and coldness of the early winter and spring snow. He was much more lively than before.

Holding his half basin of water, Yu Xuanji quickly walked over, Quan Chanbing leaned to get out of the way, Yu Xuanji stopped by the window sill, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Feet dipped in hot water up to the ankles.

"Master."

Quan Chanbing folded his hands, looking wearily at the fallen grass and trees: "I'm here."

"Thank you."

Yu Xuanji circled his hands on the window sill, and he said "uh": "Actually, I shouldn't be sitting here today, I should be kneeling." Yu Xuanji lowered his head in a murmur, "I made a big mistake. .”

"When I just knelt outside, I was thinking, if you plan to end our relationship, you probably won't return to Fuxue Realm." Yu Xuanji smiled, "That's why I just buried all the dead in your outside the lotus pond."

Quan Chanbing keenly captured the key information: "What's wrong? So Uncle Shi asked you to come here?"

After hearing this, Yu Xuanji immediately replied respectfully: "Indiscriminate, kill?..." The wind and rain outside the window was very heavy, and Yu Xuanji waited patiently for a whistling sound to pass, "Uncle Master, just sneer at me, he heard you coming back , wishing to throw me to you, in the first few days, I fell asleep on my knees in my dreams."

"Then you should kneel." Quan Chanbing's voice was cool.

"Then every day I come back, I will come to kneel by your side, Master, is that okay?" Yu Xuanji paused, and said again.

***

Yu Xuanji walked over holding a red paper umbrella. On the edge of the snow-flying landscape, next to mountains and rivers, a rusty shovel was stuck on the ground, and Xuancheng's forearm was resting on it, revealing a wave of Easy to finish.

"Why are you so fast, you're done kneeling now? You've been kneeling for more than a month, and it's getting faster and faster!" Xuancheng searched for candied haws on the boat and ate them. There were a lot of them, and everyone took several bunches.

Yu Xuanji handed the only red paper umbrella in his hand to Xuan Cheng, took his hand to hold the handle, and then found a mound of dirt and squatted down.

The people who were busy tamping the earth saw Yu Xuanji soaking in the rain with them, and asked happily: "Brothers just happened to come out, it's getting late at night, do you want to go back together?"

Yu Xuanji didn't have that kind of thought, and was a little tired: "Dig it up, and drag it to the back mountain with the disciple who made a mistake tomorrow to deal with it."

Xuan Cheng jumped up, the big guy "Huh?"

"It's so late, where to dig up the corpse? Tomorrow, tomorrow is not impossible, but everyone knows that although the discipline department is strict in discipline, it doesn't deal with people every day. If we rest tomorrow, we will not be able to go up the mountain. I still have to find a place to bury it. Besides, how many times have we worked in various places in the snow-flashing environment, and you didn’t deal with it every time you came back!” Xuan Cheng couldn’t believe it, “It’s not because Quan Chanbing came back, no? It's necessary!"

Yu Xuanji darkened his eyes: "Yes, because he knew."

Xuan Cheng: "Huh?"

"I don't know how long Quan Chanbing will stay here this time. Since all the handymen are here too..." Yu Xuanji pondered.

But isn't it you who caused the trouble? !Xuan Cheng murmured: "The corpse?"

"Hide it, carry it back, hug it, burn it, chop it up, divide it up, just don't bury it here, understand?"

"Understood, I understand, someone in the Disciplinary Department will make a mistake tomorrow! Then go back now?" Xuan Cheng gave Yu Xuanji a clear look, and then gave the rest of the team a hard look, "Did you hear that, the corpse will wait a while You guys can figure it out for yourself! Do you understand?!"