Young man, rich and easy to talk

Misty and rainy.

Qin Xichao put away his sword, sat in the courtyard to shelter from the rain, glanced at the shadow guards of the Mo Pavilion who were standing motionless by the side of the field, and waved them to move their weapon racks back to the house, and then dispersed to hide rain.

A group of black shadows moved quickly to move things, and after a while, the sword court was empty. Qin Feng dismissed the rest of his men, took a soft towel and walked to his owner.

Qin Xichao nodded and took it, "Qin Feng, you can go too."

Qin Feng retreated solemnly behind Qin Xichao, standing still.

"If you don't go back, I'm afraid that little tiger will bite again." Qin Xi said with a smile.

The figure of the person behind him shook slightly, as if he had thought for a long time, and finally returned to the storage room and took out an oil umbrella, stood neatly beside Qin Xichao's desk, cupped his fists, and then jumped into the rain .

After Qin Xichao waited for him to leave, he shook his head and smiled, picked up the teacup and drank slowly.

On the table was a set of small gold-carved stove with an open fire rustling in it. He put the cold teapot on the stove and listened to the teapot brewing in the stove after a short while. exploded.

The rain is still falling, not heavy, but continuous, like the warm landscape in the south of the Yangtze River.A cloud of smog swirls around the Guanghu Lake, enveloping the entire Fufeng Island, and a thin mist is faintly diffused in the villa.

Qin Xichao was about to take down the tea stove, but when he looked up, he saw a figure standing at the door of Jianting.

He didn't realize when and how long that man stood there.

Qin Xi was taken aback, and his fingers were scalded on the hot pot. He quickly withdrew his hand, took the cloak from the seat and rushed into the rain. go down.

Tang Wuming broke his hand away.

"Why are you here?" Qin Xi turned around and saw him with his head down, his naked hair hanging over his face, and raindrops running down his thin chin.He took out the soft towel given by Qin Feng just now, gently wiped away the water droplets, and asked softly, "I told you before that the weather is not good today, so don't walk around, why are you still drenched like this?"

The soft silk towel wiped the drops of water on his face bit by bit, from his chin to his cheeks, and then up to his eyes, Tang Wuming suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him from continuing.

"Wu Ming?" Qin Xi looked at him strangely.

The drizzle continued, and the cold rain would soon soak the cloak and seep in. Qin Xichao didn't argue with him, and dragged him into the courtyard by force.

Tang Wuming still didn't speak.

Qin Xichao removed the cloak on top of his head, spread a large silk towel on it, picked up his wet hair and rubbed it slowly, until Tang Wuming's hair was soft and messy, and his fingers stopped feeling wet and cold.He retracted the silk scarf and slowly held Tang Wuming's face.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Wuming raised his eyes to look at him, there was no charm in his dark eyes, just like this rainy day, it frightened Qin Xi to jump.

But in a blink of an eye, the pair of eyes quickly became radiant, and the corners of the mouth reluctantly curled into a smile, "Ah Chao, the rain is so cold today."

The cloudy and rainy weather like this can't clear up immediately, and an oil-paper umbrella may not be able to cover two people.Qin Xichao simply took off his drenched cloak, pulled him to sit down again, held him in front of him, combed with his fingers, and slowly combed his fluffy hair, and said logically, "Well, The rain on the island is always so cool."

Tang Wuming bent his knees and leaned between Qin Xichao's legs, watched the rain for a while, then looked up at him again.

Stared at by those dark eyes, Qin Xi leaned closer and kissed his raised forehead lightly, as tenderly as ever.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Xichao asked.

Tang Wuming smiled and said, "Look at you."

Qin Xichao also smiled, "Don't you watch it every day, and you can't get tired of watching it?"

Tang Wuming didn't know what he was thinking, frowned, and after a long silence, he suddenly asked him, "What about you, have you seen enough?"

"Not enough, not enough for a lifetime." Qin Xichao rubbed the top of his head.

"..." It's still such sweet talk, it's always so sweet that Tang Wuming's whole body is soaked in the honey pot, and he almost loses the ability to distinguish.He clenched his hands tightly, clutching the torn hem of his clothes.

Qin Xichao also saw the dirt on his hands, the shallow wound on his forehead, and the muddy clothes.There was no well in Jianting, so he had no choice but to get up again to collect a bucket of rainwater, squatting in front of Tang Wuming, and clean the mud between his fingers one by one.

Meticulous, like wiping fine porcelain.

Tang Wuming looked down, watching his crumpled fingers being unfolded little by little, watching him wash the water slowly, watching his black hands regain their cleanliness, even the remnants in the nails were washed away one by one.Qin Xichao looked at his results with satisfaction and smiled softly.

"I... met Yuan Le today." Tang Wuming looked at him and said.

"Oh?" Qin Xichao shook his hand, "You fought with him again?"

Tang Wuming shook his head, "No, he was chasing a cat and tripped me."

Qin Xichao listened and laughed, "So you became this embarrassed look?"

Tang Wuming paused, thought for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Don't be afraid, we will ask Qin Feng to teach him a lesson when the rain stops." Qin Xichao lightly embraced his shoulders, got up and sat opposite him, took out the teapot on the small stove and cooked him a cup of hot tea, "Be It’s hard to get wet in the rain, drink something warm to keep you warm.”

Tang Wuming took the hot teacup and held it in front of his eyes with both hands, a tea stalk inside floated upright, the heat suffocated his eyes, blurred his vision, and the corners of his eyes were steamed with mist.My heart is also warmed by the warmth of the teacup. You see, that person is still the same, meticulous, entangled like a cobweb, and you can't get away.

But so what, who is in his eyes?Tang Mu, or Tang Wuming?

boom--

The teacup was thrown out of his hand, and the thin porcelain fell to the ground and exploded, and the boiling hot tea splashed all over Tang Wuming.For a moment, Qin Xichao made a quick move, swept away the sharp tiles, grabbed his hands in the palms, blowing and cooling them neatly, and asked him if he was burned, and if there was any pain or discomfort.

Thinking that such intimate care is actually for another person who looks exactly like him, and he is just a substitute for that person, Tang Wuming suddenly felt a little sad.

He pulled out his hand and pointed to his chest, whispering, "It's uncomfortable here."

Qin Xi looked at him with a frown, stroked his cheek with one hand, and sighed softly, "What's wrong with you, tell me?"

Tang Wuming's lips trembled, and finally he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Then kiss me, I won't feel bad."

The other party was silent for a while, then stepped forward, brushed away the fluffy soft hair on the side of his face, stared at him, his eyes sparkled, he opened his mouth and said nothing, kissed his cheek as he wished, and gently dripped The drops move to the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, and slide all the way to the lips.

Tang Wuming twisted his hands tightly, and before the kiss fell, he pressed against Qin Xichao's shoulder.

He stared at this handsome face for a long time, branding his brows, eyes and bones into his heart, looking into Qin Xi's shallow eyes, there was still that little person inside, the reflection of how he looked and how pleasing to the eye was there now An eyesore.

He looked at the little man, and the little man stared at him.

The little man seemed to be laughing at him, what use are you? In the end, you can't match the reflection in Qin Xichao's eyes, or a reflection that has been dead for a long time. What use are you?

What's the use of entanglement for several months?

Tang Wuming looked annoyed, his heart was full of evil fire, he really took the reflection of nothingness in his eyes as Tang Mu, he laughed at him, and he wanted to prove it to him!Thinking about it, he cupped Qin Xichao's face angrily, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and gnawed on it. Without the lingering cushion, the collision made their teeth chatter and hurt.

Qin Xi opened his mouth to stop him, but a slippery tongue slipped between his lips, blocking him so tightly that he couldn't say a word.

But that's not a kiss, it's clearly a gnawing!Teeth collided with teeth, and tongue twisted, making both of them uncomfortable.

Qin Xichao didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't push him away even if he pushed him arbitrarily, and he couldn't bear to throw him away with all his strength, so he could only try his best to rub the back of Tang Wuming's head, soothe his anxiety slowly, guide him, and calm down. Lure him, let his domineering movements slow down gently.

After he settled down, Qin Xi turned from passive to active, turning the restless gnawing into intimate kisses.

Very comfortable, comfortably Tang Wuming was a little absent-minded.

"What are you thinking?" His thumb swept across his slightly frowning brow.

Tang Wuming snorted twice, but didn't speak, just rushed forward to gnaw again, Qin Xichao was afraid that he would knock out his teeth again, so he avoided it slightly.Seeing that he couldn't gnaw his mouth, he went down, gnawed his chin, gnawed his neck, gnawed his Adam's apple, and gnawed all the skin he could reach, making Qin Xichao painful and itchy.He gnawed hard, leaving a string of thin tooth marks on his neck. When there was no place to gnaw, he began to peel off his clothes.

Qin Xichao really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, knowing that he should be taken down to ask him clearly, but the passion in his body was stirred up, and he couldn't help touching Tang Wuming's waist.The cold fingers passed through the clothes familiarly, reaching up to the waist, and Tang Wuming fell into his arms within a few strokes.

With the familiar breath and the familiar caress, Tang Wuming soon sank into it, and was turned over by Qin Xichao and landed on the floor of the courtyard corridor.

On the back is a wooden grid with lacquer patterns, a gloomy and humid gray sky, and behind it is a cool stone ground.

It is still full of excitement and enthusiasm.

Tang Wuming felt the scorching heat in his heart gradually cool down after his clothes were taken off and the cold wind swept by. The suffocating burning sensation dissipated with the occasional raindrops and turned into hot air from his mouth.In a daze, he thought of the ink stains in that desolate courtyard.

——To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the gold bottle be empty to the moon.

If you are happy, you will do it happily. After a long time, the taste will change.

Suddenly there was a dull pain in his lower body.

Tang Wuming's eyes widened, and he let out a "ha" cry.

Qin Xi climbed up again towards Fu, and whispered his name softly with his lips wrapped around his lips, her voices of "Wu Ming" were extremely gentle.

Tang Wuming almost burst into tears for a moment, he forced back the mist in front of his eyes, kept awake, and said in a hoarse voice: "Scream a few more times."

The other party was not stingy at all, calling him Wuming over and over again.

He was driven into the abyss of sinking over and over again, and he was no longer clear.