The perfect game for personalities

All the way through the city gate, the distance from the bustling capital is getting farther and farther.

The surrounding scene is getting more and more desolate, and the weather is getting a bit cold.

After walking for a long time, they came across a small teahouse, and they took a rest.

Azheji poured hot tea himself, strode steadily towards the carriage, then opened the curtain and got in.

Jiang Fei was leaning on it, lazily reading the open script.

Those piles of words were bought by Azheji for him. He was afraid that he would be bored on this long and boring road, so he let him pass the time.

It's not yet the severe cold season, but Jiang Fei has already wrapped himself in cotton-padded clothes and fox fur. A fair cheek is surrounded by soft white down, which makes the eyebrows black, and the thin red of the lips seems to be more intense, as if Who's precious little son.

He seemed to be extremely cold, he just put the book in front of him, looked down, stretched out a few fingers from the bottom when the pages were about to be turned, and retracted them after quickly turning the pages.

Seeing Azheji coming in, he raised his eyes, looked over, and whispered with a pitiful expression.

"Azheji, I'm cold."

The foreigners are strong and strong, not afraid of the severe cold, and they can talk and laugh happily with their arms exposed in winter.

But Azheji still remembered the last time Jiang Fei caught a cold in the carriage and then fell ill. Remembering that he was weak, he became concerned.

And before leaving the last town in the Central Plains, he asked the doctor to take a look at Jiang Fei's body, only to realize that when Jiang Fei was imprisoned in the water prison, the cold water eroded his bones, leaving the root of the disease that was difficult to eradicate , it hurts like hell when it gets cold.

So Azheji bought him a lot of warm clothes, and stuffed him into the carriage so that no cool breeze could come in.

The movement of lifting the curtain was extremely slow. When he saw Jiang Fei looking at him eagerly, his heart softened, and he walked over, saying in a warm voice.

"Have some hot tea."

He squatted next to Jiang Fei and handed the bowl to his mouth.

Jiang Fei didn't intend to reach out to take it, she was still curled up in the warm fox fur, only lowered her head.

The bowl is the most common and crude tea bowl used by the common people. It already has some uneven gaps, and the color is dark. When Jiang Fei's lips were pressed against the edge of the bowl, it made Azheji feel absurd as if he had been stained. .

The tea was a little hot, and the red tip of her tongue shrank back timidly, but Jiang Fei seemed to be extremely thirsty, so she carefully poked it out to drink.

The quietly drooping eyelashes are long and dense.

Jiang Fei was like a little beast lying in his palm greedily drinking water, beautiful and docile.

Azheji stared at him without saying a word, the hand holding the teacup unconsciously exerted force, and the emergent veins suppressed some gushing emotion inch by inch.

Jiang Fei, who was stared at by him, didn't notice it. After drinking half a bowl of water, he licked his lips in satisfaction, stopped drinking, looked up at him, and asked.

"Azheji, where have we been? Why is it so cold?"

The tone of calling Azheji was already very familiar, revealing an undisguised intimacy and dependence.

Azheji drank all the remaining water in the tea bowl, put it aside casually, and sat beside him to talk to him.

"It will be here in about six or seven days."

Hearing this, Jiang Fei nodded half-understood, moved towards Azheji's direction, and then laid her pillow in his arms very naturally, saying earnestly.

"Can you hug me to sleep at night? You are so warm, like a stove."

Some time ago, Azheji had been worried that people in the capital were still looking for Jiang Fei, so sometimes he would rush on the road at night, and even if he had a rest, he would personally watch outside the carriage. It was not until these few days that he relaxed a little.

The temperature at night was getting lower and lower, Jiang Fei woke up from the cold yesterday, calling him in a daze in the carriage.

When Azheji came in, he burrowed into Azheji's arms in the dark, sobbing loudly with a sleepy nasal voice.

"It's cold, it's so cold, Azheji, help me."

Azheji touched his hands and feet, it was really cold, and recalling what the doctor said when he saw a doctor before, he frowned.

He hated the torturers Huanggui tortured Jiang Fei so much that he hugged Jiang Fei pitifully and slept all night.

His body is hot, warming Jiang Fei's body, and the cold pain is much less.

Azheji opened his lips and remained silent for a while, only looking at Jiang Fei's expectant and innocent eyes with complicated eyes.

Now they are too close, too close, but soon they will return to the clan.

Soon, Azheji will give him as a gift to his younger brother.

Seeing that he didn't speak, and his expression was not very good, Jiang Fei's face showed some confusion.

The fox fur loosened slightly, and his two arms got into Azheji's arms, desperately absorbing the heat from the other person, wishing to melt his trembling heart.

The tone of the inquiry lowered a bit, begging uneasily.

"It's too cold at night, I'm going to die, Azheji, don't go, I'll kiss you."

After the words fell, he clumsily offered his kiss.

The action was too hasty, and he missed the kiss at the first time, but bumped Azheji's jaw recklessly.

Some cyan stubble had grown there, a little prickly, and her soft lips seemed to have crashed into a bush.

Azheji's heart was still in a dilemma, and he suddenly recovered after being kissed by him.

He wanted to stop Jiang Fei's movements, but instead he was stabbed and hid back, covering his lips in pain.

The movement of avoiding snakes and scorpions struck a tight string in Azheji's mind, making it buzz.

Jiang Fei is very clingy to him these days, and the alienation right now is like a needle stuck in a tender flesh, making Azheji feel very uncomfortable.

By coincidence, he grabbed Jiang Fei's wrist with some force, clamping it hard, but his tone softened, coaxing.

"Then give me a kiss, and I'll hold you to sleep at night."

Just as Jiang Fei was about to hide back, she stopped.

He opened his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to ask Azheji if what he said was true, but he was already kissed.

The black and white eyes looked at Azheji obediently, as if Azheji would not refuse any more requests.

A strong sense of guilt bit the tip of my heart, making the stolen sweetness also bitter.

Azheji stretched out his hand to cover his watery eyes.

After agreeing to Jiang Fei, Azheji got out of the carriage and returned the teacup.

Just as he was about to tell everyone to prepare to continue on the road, a black bean-like shadow suddenly flitted across the distant horizon.

Azheji narrowed his eyes, watching the black shadow getting closer.

The black eagle folded its wings and landed on Azheji's shoulder.

He removed the note from the black eagle's claw, opened it, and saw that it was his younger brother saying that he had received his letter and would be waiting for them in Harmony.

Harmon is the junction between them and another clan, and it is also the place to go back. Azheji thought that his younger brother would be waiting for him to go back in the clan, but he did not expect to be so impatiently waiting at Harmon.

Presumably, when Azheji and his party were about to leave the Central Plains, he asked Black Eagle to bring a message to his younger brother, saying that they were already on their way back, and they also brought back a gift for his younger brother.

The younger brother knew what the gift was, the beauty he wanted from the Central Plains, so he waited so anxiously in Harmony.

In this case, it would only take five days at most before Azheji had to return Jiang Fei to him.

A thin note was clutched in the palm, and it creaked unbearably.

The snake clinging to his body sensed Azheji's unhappy mood, and also climbed onto his arm, propped up his upper body and asked silently.

Azheji glanced at the carriage and sighed softly.

As expected, it got colder at night, Azheji went to the carriage as promised, Jiang Fei shivered in his arms, his face turned pale.

Azheji touched his face, regretting taking him to his clan.

Although the scenery there is very beautiful, it is really cold in winter.

They are not as rich as the Central Plains, and they don't have the charcoal incense burners in the palace to keep warm, so Jiang Fei might have to suffer a bit if he followed him back.

I was thinking about where the fur of wild animals is the softest, and I want to hunt some of them to make clothes for Jiang Fei before the cold winter. Azheji carelessly stroked his knuckles, and put them to his mouth to breathe from time to time, and suddenly heard Jiang Fei's puzzled ask.

"Azheji, there is a hot spot on your body."

Azheji was startled, and after a few seconds, his face turned red.

From the very beginning, he knew that Jiang Fei had been Li Lingjing's prostitute/favor, and knowing that Jiang Fei had tasted that thing, he must also be the one who served others, so he was a little curious.

Afterwards, he kissed Jiang Fei again by mistake, and at some point, he also had unwanted thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Jiang Fei belonged to his younger brother, so he tried his best to ignore the ups and downs of inexplicable feelings in his heart.

It's just that he can no longer simply regard Jiang Fei as another strange man. Jiang Fei is curled up in his arms without any gaps, his skin is close to each other, and his breath is harmonious. It's hard for Azheji who has never experienced human affairs. will be teased.

Before getting close to Jiang Fei, he had tried his best to restrain himself, but tonight the note from Black Eagle might have affected his mood, he was negligent for a while, and the suppressed heat surged out sneakily.

Jiang Fei's forehead was against his chin, and her cheek was resting on his neck.

Azheji couldn't see his expression, but he could hear his joyful voice, innocent and ignorant.

"Azheji, I want to warm my hands."

Thinking that the temperature in his palm wasn't hot enough, Jiang Fei's hand was like a naughty little snake, he pulled it out all at once, and hurriedly burrowed into the hottest part of him.

Azheji's face changed drastically, and he immediately went to grab his wrist.

Jiang Fei thought that he was playing hide-and-seek with him under the thick quilt, and muttered unhappily while avoiding flexibly.

"Azheji, you are so stingy, I am so cold, I just want to warm my hands."

Azheji just looked at him, a little angry and embarrassed, and wanted to say something in a hurry, but suddenly his whole body was shocked.

It was as if someone had grasped his entire heart. The strong sourness and extreme softness made Azheji's throat roll, as if he was grasping his lifeblood, unable to speak a word.

He stared straight at Jiang Fei, as if he had been invaded by a demon hidden in the night without anyone noticing.

The nailed eyes turned into salivating hungry wolves, and his complexion was slightly distorted due to suppressing strong emotions, which was completely different from his usual gentleness.

His breath was a little messy, and the sound of breathing in the quiet night seemed to be gradually swallowing the bloody mouth of the sky, and gradually became uncontrollable.

Jiang Fei was slow to notice something was wrong, she glanced at him timidly, and wanted to withdraw her hand uneasily, but her wrist was grabbed.

Azheji stared at him, his voice hoarse for some reason.

"Don't you want to warm your hands?"

Jiang Fei timidly replied in a low voice.

"It's a little hot and uncomfortable."

Azheji, who was always very gentle, was not open to comment at this moment, and seemed to be a little closer to him, almost sticking to his ear, and said softly.

"It won't burn you, keep warm."

Jiang Fei struggled slightly, and cried a little in panic.

"Azheji, it's not warm anymore, I don't want to warm my hands anymore."

Azheji didn't speak.

The outsiders gathered around the bonfire, all of a sudden glanced at the slightly shaking carriage, and then looked away in unison.

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