Looking for green hills

In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting and the light in the quiet study room was dimmed. Gu Yuanshan lit the candle, reached out and patted the little bamboo spirit on the back, the little bamboo spirit groaned, turned her head and went back to sleep.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him up, Gu Yuanshan stretched out his hand to his buttocks and slapped him twice, then pinched his buttocks in his palm and rubbed them heavily, Xiao Zhujing slowly opened his eyes.

"Mmm... Young master..." He lifted his hips and rubbed against Gu Yuanshan's side. Gu Yuanshan's eyes were dim, and he lifted his arm and pulled him off his body.

Gu Yuanshan put him in front of the desk, leaned against his body from behind, and picked up the Langhao pen on the table with his ten fingers tightly, "I've been asleep for a whole day, sir, can I teach you how to write?"

This posture makes the two bodies fit together tightly. Gu Yuanshan is buried in Xiaoqing's neck, his chin rests on his shoulder, and the heat of his breath is sprayed on his white and tender skin. Xiaoqing's heart beats suddenly faster, for This rare closeness.

"Okay..." he murmured back.

"What should I write?" Gu Yuanshan held Xiaoqing's hand and slowly dipped the ink in the inkstone. The thick black and dull pine smoke ink is not a good thing. The princes and nobles in the capital have long since abandoned it, but Gu Yuanshan is very fond of it. like.

Compared with the lampblack ink which added a lot of musk and borneol and other precious medicinal materials, the pine smoke ink is deep and not prostitute, just like Gu Yuanshan.

"Just write Qing'er's name." Gu Yuanshan held Xiaoqing's slender hand in his palm with a broad warm hand with clear bones, and there was an inexplicable intimacy.

The two hands overlapped each other lingeringly, and they wrote ink on the rice paper together, and it fell down in a blink of an eye.

When the pine smoke enters the ink, something also enters the heart.

"Do you remember? This is your name, Qing, Qing from Qingshan."

"How do you write the name of the young master? Mountain, the mountain of Qingshan," Xiaoqing turned her head to look at Gu Yuanshan, "Young master also teach me."

The dim candlelight cast a soft halo on Xiao Zhujing's immature face. He stared at Gu Yuanshan with those elk-like eyes, and with a "click", something seemed to break in the air. Gu Yuanshan His heartbeat also missed half a beat.

In Gu Yuanshan's 18 years, he has been a lone wolf, enduring and dormant in the deep courtyard of the Hou Mansion, as if facing an abyss, as if walking on thin ice, he has never been close to anyone, let alone a skin-to-skin relationship like now .

He admitted that he was obsessed with the body of the little fairy, wishing he could fuck this little fairy under his body all the time. He thought that all he had for this little fairy was lust, but he didn't know from which moment, he seemed to have slowly Accustomed to this unusual intimacy.

Kissing, hugging, lingering, the temperature of the skin when the skin touches, the saliva when the lips and tongue are intertwined, these subtly enveloped him like honey in his lacking life, and completely melted him.

The greenness of Qingshan, the mountain of Qingshan, he repeatedly chewed these two words on the tip of his tongue, and a feeling he had never felt before overflowed his heart. He didn't know what those inexplicable feelings were, and he didn't want to know, he It's just that all of a sudden there is tenderness.

"Okay, I'll teach you." Gu Yuanshan held Xiao Zhujing's hand, and outlined a continuous "mountain" peak next to the word "Qing" written by the two of them.

Xiaoqing was lying in front of the desk, her back was pressed against by Gu Yuanshan, and she bent out a charming curve. Gu Yuanshan looked down at the person in his arms, her shiny earlobes were glowing bright red, like a mature girl in the mountains. The plump red pomegranate, the small bright red mouth glistening with water, is smiling sweetly at the moment, the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of fascination from being spoiled.

Gu Yuanshan couldn't help himself for a while, leaned over and grabbed the little fairy's earlobe, and whispered next to his ear: "I see Qingshan is so charming, I expect Qingshan to see me like this."

"Huh?" Xiaoqing leaned against Gu Yuanshan's arms half-understood, her whole body was filled with a sweet feeling, that sweet feeling couldn't be grasped or held, the purely ignorant little fairy couldn't handle it at all. Understand!

If you don't understand, you don't understand, he just feels joy, joy that he has never had before.

He clings to Gu Yuanshan's body tightly, getting closer, getting closer, he even wants to rub himself into Gu Yuanshan's body and melt into Gu Yuanshan's flesh and blood, that will be considered complete.

Qingshan, this is their name.

"Young Master, this place will be called Qingshanju from now on, okay?"

"Okay, whatever you say is fine."

Gu Yuanshan put his arms around Xiaoqing's waist, turned his body over, leaned against the edge of the table and kissed him.

The mountains at night are always quiet and silent. In the dim study room, they linger together and lick each other's lips and tongues, caressing each other's bodies, and the candlelight stretches their figures infinitely long.

It seems to extend into the endless time thousands of years later.

Something was different, they just didn't know it.

Remarks: I see how charming Aoyama is, but I expect Aoyama to see me like this——Xin Qiji