Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Between, but full of flirting elements.

A gust of blood surged up from the base of the ear, spread from the white pinna to a large area, and finally reached the tip of the ear tip.

At that time, Yao Qiyun's ears were almost hot red.

"Put on your clothes." His tone was cold.

"What?" Feng Chengyu stopped pulling his hair, looked down at his clothes, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Pull up your clothes." The tone was close to a scolding.

"Oh, I see." She pursed her lips obediently, and at the same time dispelled her previous charming thoughts.

The blame can only be blamed on the self who is used to wandering, always accustomed to relying on the charm of skin color to attract and conquer others.

But this tried-and-tested method seems to be unworkable when it comes to this young man.

7. Chapter 7

If you don't restrain yourself in time, I'm afraid it will only cause people's resentment: "If brother doesn't like this, then I will pull it up."

Amidst the rubbing of the clothes, Feng Chengyu slightly shrugged his shoulders forward, and gathered up the collar that had slid almost to the elbows.

The finely crafted fabric tightened along his body line, outlining his perfect waist, and at the same time covering him tightly from head to toe.

It is rare to dress so well, and this white shirt is obviously too small and does not fit very well. Feng Chengyu was a little uncomfortable from being strangled all over, so he quietly loosened the four-finger-wide girdle when no one was paying attention, This made the cool attire look a bit loose.

Although it doesn't look like Yao Qiyun's abstinence, it doesn't lose too much elegance.

After straightening out the bully white shirt again, Feng Chengyu felt very good about himself, and Feng Chengyu's eyes gleamed brightly: "I'm done, brother, should you be satisfied now?"

Looking forward to being praised by Yao Qiyun, but seeing that he has closed his eyes and rested his mind, he has no intention of answering himself at all.

It's depressing...

Feng Chengyu's brows trembled slightly, his fingers froze when he straightened his hair, and when he tied his hair, he pursed his mouth again, showing a sense of dissatisfaction:

"Brother..."

I am a young master of a rich family, pampered and pampered by the stars every day, how can I be so obedient to a person?

This is too ungrateful...

While thinking about it, he didn't even move his eyelids, sitting cross-legged in the group seats with his hands on his knees.

The two ears seem to block all interference from external objects, and place themselves in a state of complete silence.The spit and swallow during the breath are slight and long.

As if falling asleep, the other big living person in the room was completely left aside.

Being ignored couldn't be more thorough, Feng Chengyu was no longer depressed.With his hands on his back, he stood on the edge of the bed and leaned forward slightly, looking at him with his head tilted and smiling eyes bent.

It really gets better the more you look at it.

Several candle lamps in the house were dimly lit, clearly illuminating the boy's face through the light gauze curtain.

His facial features are exquisitely carved, and his skin is as delicate as white porcelain. Looking at him so closely, he can't see any blemishes.

A velvet yellow light cluster faded from his side face, even though his temperament was really cold, but that kind of soft visual texture was incomparable to any oiran boudoir I had come into contact with.

Unbeknownst to him, his already wild eyes became more and more hot, Feng Chengyu only cared about seeing himself happily, without blinking his eyes, lingering on this face all the time.

But suddenly, seeing the corner of his lips, it seemed to twitch a little, but it quickly adjusted back.

Uh, still with a little reaction?

Feng Chengyu narrowed his eyes, and moved a little closer, wanting to observe for a while.

Soon, the thin lips that had always been pursed into a straight line were slowly drawn downwards. Although it was a very slight arc, it made his expressionless face look a little...

morose?

Maybe, he just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep just because he was unhappy to pay attention to himself?

Thinking wildly in his heart, Feng Chengyu tentatively raised a finger, stretched out to poke him, but the fingertip touched the soft cheek a few times, and he saw his already tightly pursed lips, gradually becoming displeased tense.

The eyes that had been closed all this time finally opened slowly.

In the amber pupils, there is a clear light, clearly reflecting Feng Chengyu's enlarged face due to being too close.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Slightly bowing and sitting cross-legged on the vacated mat next to him, Feng Chengyu smiled at him with a gorgeous smile like a poppy flower.

Still ignore yourself?

Bowing his head to meet his gaze, Feng Chengyu's smile became more innocent, and his mellow voice became more gentle, revealing some coaxing meaning:

"When we meet again, I can't always call you brother, can I?"

There was a slight looseness between the brows, but still no desire to speak, Yao Qiyun's half-drooped eyelashes slowly closed, as if he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep again.

Um?Could it be that the sense of existence I gave him is so low?

Feng Chengyu laughed helplessly, looking down at the token of the Yao clan tied around his waist, and began to guess by himself in his spare time:

"I remember Gu Wushuang mentioned before... Xiongtai is a disciple from Yao Sect?"

Knowing that he would not respond, Feng Chengyu rested his chin on his right hand and leaned against the head of the bed, as if thinking for a while before continuing to talk:

"Although I don't know the name of Xiongtai, I know that the Yao Sect has always produced high-ranking disciples, and most of the disciples have the surname Yao. Xiongtai is not an exception, right?"

The peach-blossom eyes gradually curved, blinking lightly a few times, revealing a bit of fox-like cunning: "Brother Tai likes to wear white, so he is called Yaobai? A bit sloppy? Or Yaobaihe? Hmm... I really guessed." No, let me just call my brother Xiaoyao for now? It seems too feminine..."

"Oh?"

Seeing the slight roll in his throat with sharp eyes, Feng Chengyu stopped his mouth immediately, and leaned forward with great interest.

Yao Qiyun stared at his sudden ear, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said his name in a cold voice: "Yao Qiyun."

"Is it the Qi after Qi Daiyi's work?" Feng Chengyu's voice was warm and mellow, chewing on the last two words: "Yun, the one where the birds fly by themselves?"

Seeing that he didn't deny it, his brows and eyes were frowned with joy, and he clapped his hands in praise: "Qiyun...is a good name, and I will remember it firmly after I come down."

The atmosphere has finally picked up, and someone still needs someone to strike while the iron is hot. Feng Chengyu was just about to open his mouth to talk about something more, but suddenly Yao Qiyun poked two fingers, respectively, at the back of the neck and the opening of the left shoulder, sealing him The dumb and fixed points.

A move that is unexpected and without delay, how can there be a chance for someone to dodge?

"Eh?"

After uttering half a word, Feng Chengyu could only open his mouth dryly, unable to utter a sound.

The only thing that can move in the whole body is the two eyeballs, which are frantically turning non-stop, conveying their own weak protests.

In the end, he just let himself go, and Yao Qiyun grabbed him from the back collar, picked him up from the bed politely, and threw him directly on the soft bed next to the sleeping table.

Although the movements were not rude, they were definitely not gentle, but this just happened to prevent his intention to continue chattering around Yao Qiyun.

"stop fighting."

His impatient words sounded in his ears, and Yao Qiyun's fingertips swayed twice, the yellow candles on the table that were about to burn out were extinguished one by one, and the bright yellow light that filled the room dimmed all of a sudden .

Feng Chengyu could only take advantage of the moonlight pouring in from the window, through the hanging white gauze curtain, and watch Yao Qiyun curl up slightly on the bed, with his back turned to him, quietly covering himself with a cool quilt. Quilt, soon fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Chengyu stared blankly at him, seeing that he was sleeping without any psychological burden, and couldn't help crying in his heart. It seemed that his position in his heart had really reached the bottom...

Feng Chengyu could only maintain a stiff posture for a long time because he was tapped to the Ding acupoint, and Feng Chengyu lay awkwardly on the soft blanket stuffed with silk, feeling not much comfort.

In the pitch-black peach blossom eyes, just like this boundless night, it was dark and deep, shining with an unpredictable luster.

Outside the locked window lattice, there were a few rooster crows, a round of rising sun slowly rising eastward, and the twilight of dawn scattered bright light, brightening the last shadow in the house.

After sleeping soundly all night, he turned his body unconsciously, and the cold quilt covering his body was pushed down onto the bamboo mat. Yao Qiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

The place where the eyes fell was a long bag made of green bamboo strips in front of the bed, and a white shirt was neatly folded and placed on the soft green blanket. It was the one I lent to Feng Chengyu last night. clothes to wear.

Yao Qiyun sat quietly on the bed, and subconsciously looked around every corner of the spacious private room. He could see all the furniture woven with cypress and bamboo, but there was no one in sight.

Looking at the sky outside, it had only just dawned for a while, but the man seemed to have left early without leaving any traces.

The two just met by chance, so he didn't care about this person's leaving without saying goodbye. After he turned over and got out of bed, washed and changed his clothes, he picked up the stack of clothes, stuffed them into his bag, and checked the more hidden interlayer of the bag. Inside was an old heavy book.

On the dark blue cover, "Honglei Fist" is impressively written in cursive.

Dong Yizhi, the founder of Hongleiquan, lent this boxing scripture to the library of the Yao School six years ago to read it for a period of time, but this year the deadline has come, and he happened to go down the mountain for a trip, so the elder Menni of the school asked himself to read it. Return this precious martial arts cheat book to Dong Yizhi.

After confirming that the boxing scripture was not lost, Yao Qiyun put it back into the bag properly, slung it over his shoulder, turned around and walked out of the empty wing.

Dong Yizhi lives in Xiancheng, north of Luocheng, and according to the "Secret Map of the Central Plains" in his memory, the two towns are far apart, and it will take dozens of days to catch up quickly. good.

Just thinking about walking down the corridor, Yao Qiyun walked through the lobby of the inn and came to yesterday's counter.

in the counter