Something's wrong with my sword spirit

"Ah?" Immortal Venerable was startled, "Can I stay?"

"Well...do you have class tomorrow?"

"No." He said quickly, "I only have four classes a month, and I haven't had classes for several days."

Yanjin sat beside him, picked up a piece of soufflé and blew it, and handed it to him: "Then can you stay here for a few days?"

"Okay." He habitually opened his mouth to bite directly, and reacted after taking a bite, drooping his eyes uncomfortably, and wanted to raise his hand to take the pastry.

But Yanjin shrank his hand to avoid him, and in his puzzled eyes, he handed it to his mouth again: "I'm happy to feed you."

He blushed, took another bite carefully, tasted the dessert, and stroked the bracelet on his wrist: "So, have you really thought about it?"

Yan Jin showed shame: "Yes, I was wrong before."

Ye Xianzun shook his head: "No, feelings are just wishful thinking. You didn't half-heartedly, and you didn't feel sorry for me. You just didn't want to, and there was nothing you could do about it."

"No, I made you sad." Yan Jin said, "When I went to look for you today, I was actually beating a drum in my heart. I wonder if you will drive me away."

"No." Ye Rongxue smiled, and then explained solemnly, "But if I was in class at that time, or if it wasn't a break, I might let you go. My personal affairs can't delay the disciples."

"Hey, thanks to the timing, I didn't expect to disturb you. Originally, I thought I would go to Luoxuezhu."

"Did you go through that door?" Xianzun said, thinking for a while, "Then if I really refused to accept it in front of so many people and drove you away, what should you do?"

"It's nothing, it's a big deal, I'll go next time."

"Don't you think it will make you lose face?"

"How much is face worth?"

"You are God."

Yan Jin smiled: "It's okay, I don't care." As he said that, he leaned in front of him and hugged him, the flowing light flew around his body, and everything was swaying in the flowing light.

The person in the arms was embarrassed, bowed his head and said, "The cakes are going to be cold."

He let go, propped his arms and looked sideways at Ye Rongxue eating, but he couldn't get enough of it.

After a while, seeing Xianzun took another piece of pastry, he took the pastry from his hand and put it back on the plate, "Don't eat too much at night, it's not easy to digest."

Immortal Venerable didn't listen, chased and bit, leaned over, missed the bite, and fell into his arms again.

He was about to get up, but Yanjin wrapped his arms around his back, looped him back, and pulled him a little closer.

The two looked at each other, their breaths intertwined, and the immortal was not at ease: "I haven't eaten for a long time, it's fine, it's a big deal to exercise more at night."

"Exercise more before going to bed?" Yanjin repeated, moving closer to him.

"Yeah, what... what's the matter?" He raised his eyes, and met the burning gaze, as if a ball of fire was about to melt people.

Yanjin's lips slowly approached, and rubbed against his face: "Have you finished explaining about the Immortal Sect, will anyone bother you?"

"No, it's too late for them to find something." The warmth on his face made him tremble slightly.

"Yeah." Yan Jin kissed his brow and eyes again, then turned his face to his ear.

The man in his arms was a little impatient, and retreated a little to escape, Yan Jin put his hand on his hair, and then kissed his lips.

It was light at first, but then it became difficult to control the strength.

When the breath gradually became unstable, they let go, and they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats. Yan Jin carefully looked at the person in front of him until his face turned red, and asked him: "What are you looking at?"

"I have to make sure that nothing will happen again."

The face in front of him was even redder: "Of course not."

"Then..." His hand gradually moved up and touched the high silver crown.

Pulling out the hairpin, the high crown jingled to the ground, and all the black hair hung down.

The fearful and moving eyes of the Immortal Master of the Mountain, lost his hair crown, still very much like the sword spirit back then.

His hand ran into the black hair, and the person in his arms trembled even more, and buried his head in his heart: "No... haven't taken a bath yet."

"Okay, let's take a shower first."

"Then... I want to go to the cabin."

"what?"

"I like it there."

"Um……"

"You don't agree?"

"No, okay, anywhere."

"You need to sprinkle some more streamer."

"it is good."

"Have you laid out a plush blanket?"

"Paved."

"Did the curtains at both ends be removed?"

"No." He waited for a while, then smiled, "What else?"

The voice of the person in his arms can almost only be heard by himself.

Yan Jin understood: "I know, you are afraid of pain and tickle, don't worry."

Yanjin waited in the courtyard after washing, but Xianzun realized that he came in a hurry and forgot to bring his clothes. After washing, he sneaked into the attic from the bathroom, groped around and found his red suit.

Seeing that he came out of the attic, Yan Jin was startled for a while, and then shocked again when he saw that he was dressed in red.

This is the third time I saw him walk out of the door with downcast eyes in a red dress.

The first time was heart-pounding, the second time was sad, and this time, it was unparalleled love and emotion.

He said: "Actually, I bought clothes for you. You may not have found them, but why didn't you call me? I'll just get them for you."

"This one is very good. Anyway, it's just for a while, and I'm going to take it off soon..." The other party lowered his head, and didn't continue talking, maybe he just took a shower, and his face was already flushed.

Yan Jin's emotions surged: "Yes, tonight... there should still be red candles shining brightly."

He waved his sleeves and lit the candles in front of the window. Just as the immortal was about to look back, the world suddenly spun, and the person had already been picked up.

The curtain was lowered, and the cabin fell into darkness. He tapped the fire to flicker, and the soft light floated around the two of them. He reached out and grabbed the porcelain vase under the pillow again. There are layers of ripples.

Yanjin held the man's face when he was in a daze, and softly called Qing Heng, and called Ye Xianzun softly in his ear, listening to his intermittent responses.

He especially loves to touch the imprint, and hearing the man seem to call out to his master in a daze, his monstrous emotion is stirred up even more, and the desire to possess it in the storm is even stronger.

This is his imprint, his innocence, his immortal deity.

Everything in the sky and the earth is inferior to this person.

Eternal time, vicissitudes of life, not as good as this moment.

After a long time, the boat pushed out of the water, and the stars and streamers scattered all over the mountains and courtyards.

dawn.

He opened the curtain and looked, it was cloudy today, probably it was going to rain.

The people around him didn't think about it lazily, so he tugged at the hair: "Are you hungry, why don't you get up and eat something before going to sleep?"

"Not hungry, I can go without food for 500 years." The man covered his head with the quilt, "Isn't it still dawn?"

"It's bright, but a little gloomy, and it's going to rain soon."

"Just sleep on a rainy day."

"Okay." He smiled and pulled the quilt away a little, "Are you tired?"

"Yes."

He lay down on his side, twitched a strand of the other person's hair on his fingers, and deliberately elongated his tone: "Ye Xianzun, it's only once, why does it seem like you've been tired all night?"

The people around him opened their eyes: "But... it's been a long time."

"Um...this..."

"And it's you who said you won't come again, it's not that I disagree."

He squeezed that face: "I'm not afraid that you will feel uncomfortable, so I don't dare to go too far."

"No."

"Really?" The sleepy eyes of the person in front of him were hazy, and the blush on his face hadn't faded. His thoughts moved again, and he leaned closer to his ear and asked, "That... is very comfortable?"

Xianzun was at a loss for words, his face turned redder, and he turned around and stopped talking.

This question is non-committal. They have formed a blood bond before, and they can resonate, which will double the feeling, but it is too hearty, and it is a bit unbearable for the first time. Thinking about it a little bit, you will blush and feel ashamed.

Yan Jin smiled and stroked his back: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Outside the curtain was ticking, the rain had already fallen, soaking the mountains and the land, the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the koi was jumping on the water. Turning back and saying softly, "You go to sleep, I'll go get some desserts and milk tea, and I'll sit in this boat and eat later, okay?"

Hearing a shallow hum from the person lying down, he went out to prepare food, and watched the raindrops rustling on the surrounding bamboo leaves in the kitchen without walls.

The rain in summer is more urgent than in winter, and the onslaught is also strong. After a while, there are big raindrops falling, forming a rain curtain under the eaves, and the green hills in the distance are covered with smoke, blurred and blurred.

After he was done, he held up a paper umbrella, brought the food into the cabin, picked up the small table that was thrown out last night and put it away, closed the curtains on both sides, and patted the person lying down: "Xianzun, get up and eat gone."

Ye Rongxue finally got up and folded the quilt. Yan Jin had already bought him a few more sets of clothes and put them next to the pillow. Milk Tea looked at the rain outside the curtain: "It's raining so hard."

"That's right, summer rain is like this." Yan Jin replied, seeing that the marks on the exposed skin of his neck and neckline hadn't disappeared, especially the looming marks on his shoulders.

He was also holding the milk tea, and moved away to look at the rainy curtain: "Do you want to tear down the bed on the second floor?"

"Don't dismantle it, I still have to sleep." The people around me said slowly, "I will definitely come here often, and I can't always sleep in the cabin."

He frowned: "don't you sleep with me?"

"Huh?" Ye Rongxue was taken aback, her face flushed again, "Yes, yes."

"Also, what does it mean to come often?"

The people around him stared wide-eyed in panic: "You mean, I don't want to come again?"

"..." He explained patiently, "This is your home, Xianmen... Xianmen is a place to go to work, you go if you have something to do, and go home if you have nothing to do, don't you still live in the company, you don't have to work so hard, you This fairy gate is so picky that it doesn’t even distribute a good-quality work uniform, and there is no staff meal.”

Ye Rongxue had a half-knowledge, but she probably understood the meaning: "Is this my home?"

"our home."

Xianzun laughed, put down the cup, and put his arms around his neck: "Are you really still with me, like before?"

He also smiled, and kissed the brow: "But it's not exactly the same as before."

"What's wrong?"

He frankly admitted: "I used to think that you were a sword, and you didn't move your mind. Later, you became a human being, and you couldn't touch your mind, so your mind was suppressed like that. Now... it will lust for you." Overgrown."

Xianzun lowered his eyes shyly: "This...is nothing, isn't it natural."

The cheeks of the person in front of him were red again. He had just woken up not long ago, and his hair was uncombed and a little messy.

Yanjin felt a little dry mouth, and leaned forward against his face.

When I lay down, I remembered: "The porcelain bottle is empty."

"Then...do you still want to plant?"

"It takes two days to grow out."

"Go down the mountain to buy?"

"Well, let's go down the mountain when the rain stops and buy more." He could only sit up again.

Immortal Venerable also got up and sat side by side with him: "Have you run out? I think you have a lot of things under your pillow."

"Well... yes, there is also the Qingheng sword. Speaking of swords, why not put it on the second floor..."

"No, I know there is the Qing Hengjian, and there are others, right?"

"No more, really no more." He picked up the umbrella and went out, "Get ready at both ends, I'll turn over the leaves first."