Bound Shark Wife

The wind in summer is extremely dry, and the breath is hot.

It's been a long time for Pu Yuan not to get so close to the shark, and he can clearly smell the familiar but trance-like breath, which seems to be far away, with a hint of fishy sweetness sandwiched in the rich fragrance.

Pu Yuan suppressed his tense throat, knowing that he shouldn't read any more.

Keeping a distance is the best choice for him and Shark.

Pu Yuan avoids Xiaoying's gaze, and the image of the black-clothed boy and the blue-clothed boy together uncontrollably appears before his eyes again. They are young, not to mention that the black-clothed boy was brought out by himself, and his appearance and personality are very upright.

At such a suitable age, even if he couldn't help himself to Yuren, Pu Yuan still couldn't blame him.

even……

He lowered his black eyes and clenched his curled finger joints a little tight.

Zongzhang's deep and downcast eyes covered up his probing gaze in front of Xiaoya, and Xiaoya didn't think too much. Compared with those gentle and firm expulsions and avoidances before, what made Xiaoya really happy was that Ah Yuan just looked at him many times.

"Ah Yuan," Xiaoxie was overjoyed and cautiously flattered her, "It's about to rain."

In the past, when the shark was happy, it would rain, and when he was not happy, it would rain. Shi Yu did whatever he wanted. In the saddest time in the desert area, it rained continuously for more than half a month, and Hong Shark almost took him out.

Shark licked his dry lips, the hot breath made him hot and anxious, so he could only go to the pool or the sea to soak in water, quite restrained.

A Yuan attaches great importance to this land and people, so Xiao Yu will restrain himself.

He also issued a patch guarantee: "It will not rain particularly hard."

The merman's watery and talking eyes stuck to the Zongzhang's face, and Pu Yuan knew how powerful these blue eyes were to seduce people, but Pu Yuan knew best, there was absolutely no room for others to parry.

Pu Yuan's throat was choked, he probably responded to Xiao Shar's words when Xiao Shar left, or maybe he didn't.

Pu Yuan didn't remember clearly, except that the fingers placed in front of his knees were pinched even tighter, and the joints were white, causing subtle pains.

The cool and comfortable wind twisted and twisted the lights in the house, and the continuous rain washed the eaves until daytime.

Xiaoyu had been writing under the small pavilion a long time ago. The handwriting he handed in yesterday was poorly written, and he had to draw out strokes. When the ink on the handwriting was drained, Xiaoxia was lying on the cold stone table and dreaming.

The rain was hazy, and Luo Changyun passed by the side courtyard and saw the figure under the small pavilion. He couldn't tell whether it was intentional or not. He clenched the handle of the umbrella and approached it lightly.

Luo Changyun breathed very lightly, it rained all night and day, and the coolness lingered all over his body.

Luo Changyun saw that the boy in blue was thin and sleeping on the cold stone table, and when he woke up, he was vaguely worried that the boy would catch a cold and get sick.

The boy in black put a cloak behind the boy in blue, as if he had done something deliberately, Luo Changyun felt slightly panicked.

People who are too young are not good at suppressing the feelings that grow. He faintly feels that he shouldn't do such a thing to a young man, but he can't move his eyes away from the other party.

Luo Changyun stood stiffly under the pavilion, and couldn't help but want to hide his eyes in a panic, casting casually in several directions, and met the servant who was walking beside Li Guanshi.

Liu Songzi was puzzled, and Li Guanshi frowned.

This scene was captured in the eyes of the head of the Shuge.

The curtain of the empty window was drawn, Pu Yuan let go of his hand, and the curtain fell down again.

In the small pavilion, Shark tugged on the cloak behind her back and looked at Luo Changyun who was dodging her gaze.

After Luo Changyun was seen by Guanshi Li and the servant, he wanted to walk away stiffly, but Xiaoyu woke up very quickly.

Shark pulled down the cloak, just woke up, her eyes were hazy and innocent, and there was a pair of naturally affectionate and seductive eyes, Luo Changyun had never seen such a good-looking person.

The young man's heart beat faster and harder.

Xiaoya asked: "Did you help me build it?"

Luo Changyun straightened his face, and before he could make a sound, Xiaoyu continued to speak with a smile: "I'm not cold, I like rain."

Luo Changyun's expression froze, he was so bewitched that he couldn't make a sound.

He didn't ask about the relationship between the blue-clothed boy and the Zongzhang, and he had no position to ask the Zongzhang about the origin of the boy in front of him.

Luo Changyun, who had throbbing emotions for the first time, stood stiffly and dullly on the spot. After listening to the young man's words, he looked away from the other party's beautiful and delicate eyebrows, and hummed dryly.

Xiaoxia picked up the drained rice paper and looked at the words on it.

Luo Changyun also saw the writing on the paper clearly.

Xiaoying asked depressedly: "Is it ugly writing?"

Luo Changyun, who had never lied before, probably couldn't say anything against his will: "..."

Xiaosha lowered his head, his aggrieved expression was unbearable.

Luo Changyun said: "I can teach you how to write."

Luo Changyun's writing posture was regular, and only after finishing writing did he get closer to Xiaosha, holding his breath, for fear of inhaling an extra breath of the young man's body.

Very sweet taste.

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The curtain of the bookstore was raised again, and the servant brought the freshly brewed tea into the room, and quietly glanced at the back of the empty window when it was placed on the table.

The empty window of the Book Pavilion is exquisitely crafted, with a wide field of vision, most of the Zongyuan can be seen.

The servant delivered the hot tea and walked outside the door, accidentally caught a glimpse of the Zongzhang and lowered the bamboo curtain again.

servant:"…………"

Zongzhang, you can just watch it if you want. If you really don’t feel relieved, I can still go down and call people up for you. People are by your side, and you can watch it as you like.

Liu Songzi was full of mixed emotions at the moment, he already understood that no matter how the patriarch let go half a year ago, once he saw the man under the pavilion, he would always be different.

Moreover, Liu Songzi prefers to see such a patriarch, living a manly life, rather than a state of indifference in everything, as if he doesn't care about anything.

How could the Zong Zhang know how to use those ointments for black hair and beauty in the past? Although he didn't show it on the face now, he applied it on time every day and became concerned about himself.

Even if this caring is most likely due to being influenced by that person, it is still better than not caring about yourself.

Luo Changyun left the Zongyuan before it was dark, Xiaoying practiced calligraphy for two hours in the pavilion, and had dinner in the main room.

He walked up to the Zong Zhang with a few neatly written copybooks. He wanted to praise but was worried that he hadn't written it well. He said in a coy voice, "Ah Yuan, look at Shame's progress."

There was no reaction as he expected, Zong Zhang glanced lightly.

Xiaosha was lost.

Pu Yuan said: "I have made progress."

Seeing a smile blooming on that exquisite and beautiful face, Pu Yuan couldn't express his inner thoughts.

"It took me a long time to write them."

Xiaoying rolled up a few pieces of paper and put them in his hand, pursed his lips and looked at Zong Zhang with a smile.

Pu Yuan couldn't laugh, and the tightly squeezed joints seemed to start to hurt again.

When the rain stopped at night, the lotus pond was filled with water.

Xiaoyu slept in the pavilion for half a day, and felt extremely light at night. She was not in the house at the moment, and walked around to the side courtyard to look in a direction where the main courtyard sees light.

There was a rustling sound from the branches and leaves outside the window, the candle illuminated the wall, and the shadow reflected on it first had a head, with a few upturned hairs fluttering in disorder.

Pu Yuan stopped moving his hands, and the shark who had been silently hiding outside the window suddenly appeared, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and the smile disappeared.

Pu Yuan and Shark outside the window looked at each other, and continued with the work in hand.

The patriarch no longer asked his servants to apply ointments for him, and now he is proficient in using these things that he avoided at first.

Without batting an eyelid, Pu Yuan opened his mouth first, wanting to say something, when the words came to his lips, the leaves shook off the window eaves, and the shark came in through the window.

"Ah Yuan..." Shake opened his mouth, Pu Yuan finished applying the ointment, and then continued his words.

"I'm no longer young." Pu Yuan said, "Although my hair has improved after applying the ointment, it will still be gray in the future, and there will be wrinkles on my face that cannot be covered."

Pu Yuan no longer avoided the biggest problem that spanned between them.

Shark nodded.

He walked to Pu Yuan's side: "I know, Ah Yuan has already told Shame about it."

Pu Yuan was silent.

Xiaosha's tightly pursed lips curled up little by little, and he said stubbornly, "Even if it becomes like that, Ah Yuan is still Shark's favorite."

"Shame also wants to grow white hair like Ah Yuan."

"I want to have the same wrinkles as Ah Yuan."

Pu Yuan looked at the tears in Yuren's eyes, and wanted to avoid it in embarrassment, but he couldn't bear it.

I can't bear to see the shark drop the little bead, and I can't bear to see him smile with tears.

Even when going back to the day when he drove Xiaoxie away, Pu Yuan was full of reluctance.

Once again, he could no longer make that choice.

Seeing the looseness in Pu Yuan's eyes, Xiao Jiao's tears welled up more loosely, and the beads made a crisp sound when they hit the ground.

Pu Yuan squeezed his fingers tightly: "...don't cry."

The beads are still falling.

Pu Yuan's heart was sour and hot.

Lips that were hotter than tears suddenly stuck to the corners of the eyes, and the tendency of the beads to fall gradually stopped.

Pu Yuan suppressed and sighed: "Don't cry."

Xiaoyu squeezed out another bead, and said shyly, "I need to kiss a few more times, and it will be good after I have kissed it."

The author has something to say:

To be fixed, thank you all

The bead is dropped, the kind that needs to be kissed to be good!