Bound Shark Wife

The talking shark was sweating profusely from the tip of his nose because of his impatience.

He chased from Meng Linzhi's left to his right, without taking his eyes off Meng Linzhi's face an inch.

"Just tell me."

Meng Linzhi was helpless, and the smile contained between his brows showed a slight bitterness.Shame failed to notice this slight emotional change, and chased out of the main room from the door, insisting on asking for an answer.

Meng Linzhi stood under the pillar, bowed his head and watched Xiaosha.

"I regret that I told you so many stories back then, but I didn't expect you to remember them."

He also said: "It's hard to tell the truth from the fake stories in the story book. Most of the later generations just listen to it, and they can't be true."

Meng Linzhi's words were earnest: "Too persistent is sometimes not a good thing."

Shame covered his ears in frustration: "I don't want to hear it, Meng Linzhi, you must have read a lot of books, you must know."

He stared into the other person's eyes, his voice softened, but he said firmly: "I have already found Hongsha, so what is written in the script is true, you know it, right?"

Meng Linzhi shook his head, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't say these embarrass me, it is indeed not recorded in the books."

He put away the shark scales in the veil: "In the future, don't pull out the scales easily. How is this different from peeling people's skins to make medicine? If Zongzhang's life must be exchanged for yours, I can't do it." This kind of thing is better than following God’s will.”

shark:"……"

Meng Linzhi said softly, "Go back."

With such coaxing and persuasion, Xiaoxie left without turning around.

Meng Linzhi couldn't see the blue figure, and tightened the scales in the veil, wondering what it was like.

Zongzhang and Xiaoyu's separation and reconciliation was beyond his expectation. He never thought that Yuren would be so stubborn, let alone that Zongzhang, who was bound in bondage, was so soft-hearted that he accepted everything.

In fact, I am a little envious.

Meng Linzhi remembered that it was the first time someone asked him if he wanted to go out and have a look. He was stared at by such beautiful eyes, the only pair of eyes in the world. Hearing the scenery outside the mausoleum, he seemed to have seen the other party once, for a long time. It became a beautiful fantasy.

It doesn't matter if it's a fantasy, it's better to have something than nothing, if he doesn't tell others about the taste he tasted alone, then there won't be any troubles.

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In autumn, it is easy to dry, which caused Zongchang to cough slightly.

Xiaoxia went to the fire room to fetch the freshly boiled rock sugar pear juice, and placed a small basin of water in a corner of the room to moisten the room.

When the head of the clan was most ill in the first half of the year, he coughed continuously for more than half a month, and the cough could not stop when the room was a little dry. The servant was careful, and put a small basin of water when the weather was dry.

The servant retreated outside the house, there was already someone waiting beside the Zong Zhang, so he didn't need to intervene.

Xiaosha blew on the pear juice in the wooden spoon and brought it to Zongzhang's mouth.

"Ah~"

Pu Yuan: "..."

He wanted to take the spoon handle away: "It doesn't have to be like this."

There is no need to worry about a minor illness.

Shame avoided the Zongzhang's actions, as if the Zongzhang didn't meet his wishes, Shame would feel sad on the spot.

Pu Yuan: "Little shark."

Shark stuck the wooden spoon to his mouth: "Just once."

Pu Yuan lowered his eyes, looked away and waited for the shark to feed him.

One mouthful after another.

Seeing Zongzhang's ear turned slightly red, Xiaoxie suddenly stuffed the spoon into his mouth, and when Pu Yuan opened his lips a little, he kissed it.

Shark caught the ups and downs of surprise from Zongzhang's deep black eyes.

The soft lips wrapped in the sweet taste of pear juice entered the mouth, Pu Yuan swallowed his throat, clenched Shark's two wrists in front of him, and demanded the kiss that Xiaosha intentionally sent to his mouth in an imprisoned posture.

Pu Yuan didn't dare to kiss for too long, and when they parted, the tip of his tongue felt a bit nostalgic for the softness of this intimacy, and his heart was very soft.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, stop messing around." He was afraid that if he kissed again, he would make Xiao Shar angry.

Shark showed a triumphant smile, his eyes were misty, charming and innocent.

He picked up the remaining half of the pear juice, and Pu Yuan drank it directly from the bowl.

Xiao Jiao hugged Pu Yuan's arm and rubbed it on his shoulder.

"A Yuan, don't get sick."

Pu Yuan: "Yes."

Shame still had something to say, thinking that his request might be relatively harsh for humans, so he had to swallow it again.

"It's okay to be sick, but you can't hide it from Shark."

Pu Yuan: "...um."

The slender fingers with well-defined joints smoothed out the messy black hair of the mermaid, and Pu Yuan's thoughts were spinning.

He lives with the trend, he is used to calm and unchanging, and now he wants to fight for many things.

Fighting for life, beauty, and physique, fighting for more time for the shark who is full of commitment to him.

He wanted to hold those hands a little longer.

That night, Xiaosha still occupied the other side of the Zongchang's bed, sleeping with their necks together.

Shame fell asleep and suddenly opened his eyes, relying on the dim light left in the room to look at Zongzhang's eyebrows.

After a while, Xiaosha turned her back and sat hugging her knees, feeling sullen all by herself.

Pu Yuan felt shallow, and realized that Xiao Sha had woken up. He reached out to hold his wrist, which was holding his knee tightly, and squeezed it lightly.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Shark stared at the wrist held by the head of the sect.

He had a dream, and the dream made him unhappy, because it wasn't a good thing, so he got angry and didn't want to tell the Zongzhang.

Pu Yuan sat up and let Shark lean on his shoulder: "Xiao Sha?"

Xiaoying looked at such a good patriarch in front of him, and the depression that had been born in the dream just now disappeared.

He grinned, put his head on Pu Yuan's shoulder, arched his head, and was soon hugged into a warm embrace.

Shame began to lie with his eyes open: "I had a good dream, dreaming that Ah Yuan and Shame went to many places, we met many people together, and traveled far, far away."

At first, she still made up random things, Xiao Jiao said something here and there, and finally said that she was happy.

Pu Yuan kissed Shark's eyebrows: "Don't think about it."

Xiaosha's calm heart was once again turbulent.

He grabbed Pu Yuan's finger: "Ah Yuan, Meng Linzhi doesn't listen to me anymore, you go and tell him for me, ask him for an ointment that can turn hair white, and I will apply it too."

"You are the head of the sect, he must listen to you."

Puyuan's slightly white hair on the sideburns has improved, his mind has changed, and his state has changed accordingly.

But Xiaoxie is obsessed with the matter of human beings getting older, and if A Yuan changes a little, he wants to change a little.

Pu Yuan was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he said: "You are so good, there is no need to change."

Xiaosha was not happy: "Yes."

Shame grabbed Zong Zhang's strand of black hair hanging in front of him, curled it with his black hair that fell to his ankles, and held the knot in his palm, as if doing so would change the color of the hair.

He licked Zongzhang's lips.

"Divide it a little bit."

The author has something to say:

To be fixed, thank you all.