my lover is not human

They met eyes almost at the same time, and the two of them were stunned facing each other. The counter was relatively high. Looking over from the store door, they could only see the boy's head raised up, and a drop of crystal came out of his eye, hanging on the left half of his face, his eyelashes were moist, his expression lonely.

Mu Yuan felt a pain in his heart, and he walked over quickly. With his movement, the young man regained his senses in an instant, wiped his eyes indiscriminately to withdraw the tears, then buried his head, suppressing the soreness in his heart.

Mu Yuan walked around behind the counter, reaching out his hand to lift his face: "You..."

"Don't touch me." The boy clapped his hands away without looking at him, but his voice was choked up.

It’s good that the man didn’t speak, the familiar voice came into his ears, the tears he finally held back were like a flood that burst a dam, and he couldn’t stop, he rubbed the back of his hand, more and more, the salty tears filled his face He simply ignored his face and let the big tears fall on his legs, leaving a water stain on his trouser legs.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've lost face in front of this person.

Not crying out loud was his last stubbornness.

Mu Yuan firmly held his face, leaned over to hold his lips firmly, and kissed him soothingly, more lingering than usual, he kissed slowly but persistently deep.As if trying to take away all his attention, the young man was forced to lean back, with his back against the counter, feeling a little swollen.

The fan-shaped wooden counter used in the store is embedded in the wall on one side, and the other side is open to the store for people to enter and exit. Inside the fan-shaped counter, there is a flat table connected to waist height, which is regarded as the cash register.

Ling Bo leaned against it with his back tilted, and the butterfly bone pressed against the edge of the table, causing some pain.

Sensing his discomfort, Mu Yuan picked him up on his hips and placed him on the flat table. The seat was pushed to the corner to make enough space for the two of them.

The sudden passionate kiss stopped the tears, and the boy began to sob unceasingly, his chest heaved, and his throat felt dry and painful. This feeling was not good, and he took several deep breaths before he recovered.

Mu Yuan wiped away the tears on his face, glanced at the clock on the wall, and whispered: "It's so late, why are you still here?"

Ling Bo avoided his eyes awkwardly: "You want to take care of it?"

He looked like an angry child, but at least he didn't deliberately avoid it.

"Didn't you leave with that bird? Why are you coming back..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it.

Just like a jealous woman.

Mu Yuan was stunned for a moment, seeing his embarrassed look, he curled his lips in an inaudible manner, bit one of his earlobes and said, "I'm picky eater, I only want you alone."

"..." Am I for eating?

Ling Bo turned his head to stare at him, a burst of fragrance, he was stunned, swallowed his throat involuntarily: "Osmanthus... sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

There was undisguised surprise on Mu Yuan's face.

Can you smell it?

Meeting his shining eyes, Mu Yuan clasped his hands openly, and a delicately packaged lacquer box appeared in his hand. When the lid was opened, the white sweet-scented osmanthus cakes were stacked neatly and cut into small square pieces, exuding With a sweet fragrance.

Ling Bo stared slightly: "Where did it come from?"

In this season, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the human world haven't bloomed yet. If you want to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, there is only one place: "Have you gone to heaven?"

Mu Yuan didn't answer, twisted a piece and stuffed it into his mouth: "Taste it."

Just as he was biting his hand, the man didn't let go, he stuffed the whole piece of pastry in bit by bit, pressed his fingertips against his lips, Ling Bo sucked the pastry, sucked his fingers, and finally Seeing that he withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the mouth has a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the cake is soft and moist, crisp and smooth to swallow, and has an excellent taste.

The young man tasted the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but his eyes turned red again. He knew very well how difficult it was to get these sweet-scented osmanthus flowers for the festival between him and the sweet-scented osmanthus god. "You have been away for so long just to find this for me?"

"Ah."

Seeing his expression moved, Mu Yuan turned his eyes slightly, pointed to the door of the shop and said, "Bring in that string of wind chimes."

Ling Bo showed doubts on his face, hooked his hands to take off the wind chime, and flew from the shop door to the counter. The traces of the slide left a small sound of the bell. He held the wind chime in his hand. After the fairy power recovered, the wind chime Not much use.

Staring at it, he said with a weird face: "The string I blew up before, you did it, right?"

"Ah."

You still admit it!

The young man was so angry that he thought about it and felt a little lonely, as if he was talking to himself: "Did you hate me so much back then?"

Mu Yuan looked at him, and stretched out his hand to pull the tail feather hanging under the wind chime.

"You're crazy!" Startled, Ling Bo quickly slapped his hand away and took the wind chime back.

The loose spirit stone on it is untouchable for monsters!

Mu Yuan chuckled lightly: "Give me the tail feather."

Ling Bo looked at him suspiciously: "I said before that you don't want to return it to you, but now I want to take it back."

He muttered dissatisfiedly, but his hands quickly plucked off the tail feathers.

"I didn't say no." Mu Yuan reached out to take it. The beautiful cobalt blue tail feathers lay in his palm and turned into a beautifully shaped gemstone. He raised his head: "Come here."

Ling Bo leaned forward in a daze, his left earlobe felt warm and was gently pinched, after a slight itching, the earlobe sank a bit, obviously there were no earrings, but the gem was firmly embedded in his earlobe superior.

"The tail feathers of the glazed bird are for courtship."

The young man paused for a moment while rubbing the jewel's hand, and raised his eyes in surprise, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"After cultivating into a human form, the tail feathers will not regenerate. I came to you in the first place to get back this piece of tail feathers." By the way, a little revenge.

So the purpose of destroying the wind chimes was to get back the tail feathers?Without this thing, maybe you can't even marry a wife?

"This...is that so?" Ling Bo's eyes dodged, completely lost in reason.

His face was raised, and what caught his eyes was his relieved smile: "There is no need to take it back now."

There was no trace of blame in his eyes, but an unresolved affection. Ling Bo looked a little crazy, and blamed himself for his self-willedness yesterday, and said slightly, "Why didn't you talk about it last night?"

Mu Yuan said: "They said that an apology must be sincere." When the young man had an accident, he chose to wait and see. He was not qualified to explain, even if he explained, people who were angry would not give him a chance.

So he made osmanthus cake and apologized again.

Ling Bo frowned: "They?"

"Downstairs."

"..." These few people watching the excitement are no big deal.

Xiao Huashen's face darkened: "You believe what they say? Do you have any brains?"

Mu Yuan: "Very useful."

Where is it useful?Didn't you see that he was in a hurry?Didn't you see him cry?

Well, he himself is useless!

Ling Bo blushed slightly, holding the lacquer box and began stuffing sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth.

The young man lowered his eyes and kept twisting the soft osmanthus cake into his mouth. At first it was to cover up, but he gradually tasted the taste. His messy thoughts were completely forgotten, and the box of cakes quickly came to an end.

Mu Yuan's eyes dimmed, and he asked inexplicably, "Is it delicious?"

The boy nodded like a pounding garlic.

"Are you full?"

"..." These words seem familiar.

Swallowing his last mouthful, Ling Bo raised his eyes, and the man was already close at hand.

Mu Yuan said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't eaten yet."

"..." He flipped the paint box in the air, indicating that it was empty.

"Well, so I'll have something else."

Saying squeezed into his double.Between the legs, licked the pastry crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and sucked his lips.

"I'm not going to make you miserable anymore, so stop crying alone."

It turned out that he knew all about it.

Ling Bo's closed eyes were half-opened.

The feeling of kissing like this is a little subtle.

Unlike before, he sat on the table, a little higher than Mu Yuan, looked down into his eyes, lowered his head slightly and kissed him, although he was still a little passive, he was inexplicably excited.

His legs were lifted, and he obediently embraced the neck in front of him, allowing him to occupy it.have yourself.

I want to hug, want to combine, want to make sure that he is still by my side, want to make sure that he still pampers me as before.

The lights in the store were turned off, the environment was dark, and in the small space behind the counter, the wooden counter shook after being hit, the boy raised his head behind, the gemstones on his earlobe glowed with a blue halo, the shadows of the two people Up and down on the edge of the counter, suppressing the muffled sound, suppressing the shock.The sound of panting, as well as the indescribable sound of blushing and heartbeat, became one in the flower shop and lasted for a long time.

Under the flower shelf closest to the counter, a rose blooms from a bud into a delicate flower.

Heavenly Flower God Palace, residence of Peach Blossom God, on a half-meter-high white jade table with low legs, a bright red rose is inserted in a porcelain white jade vase, which moves automatically without wind, and the voice of a teenager weeping and complaining can be heard.

"No... no more..."

"..."

"Mu Yuan, you bastard, slow down..."

"..."

"Stop...are you finished!"

"..."

"Ugh..."

The Peach Blossom God who was sitting at the table sipping tea was shocked. He didn't hear anything at the boy's house. He was worried about what happened to him in the human world and wanted to see if he was in the flower shop. Even the tea was spilled.

Calculate the time, is it late at night in the human world?

Gee...

The Peach Blossom God was shaking his head and sighing, when the main hall door suddenly opened, and the visitor was dressed in red, as bright as the sun, saw the flowers on the low table in the hall, his expression sank, and with a wave of his plain hand, he took the rose back, turned and left.

A series of changes caught Peach Blossom God off guard, and hurriedly chased him out: "My dear, listen to my explanation!"

"Enough! You use my flowers to do this kind of thing, are you still ashamed?"

"I'm not, I'm not, my..."

The words of anger and justification disappeared into the main hall with the two figures going away, leaving only an empty porcelain vase standing alone on the low table, even the faint existence was perfectly covered by the same pure white.

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