Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

"You don't trust him anymore."

Leaving the bamboo grove and leading to the sleeping hall, it is a mountain road that requires no mana and can be walked slowly for half an hour.

Zong Zhou supported Ling Qian, and suggested earlier that it would be better to go back and rest soon.

But Ling Qian said that she was fine, so she finally went out for a walk, so it was good to get some air.

"I don't know how to get along with him." Ling Qian sighed, covering her heart with her hands.

How could he not know, after a hundred years together, he and Tan Le are close relatives, this child is the one he watched grow up, and it was also the first ray of sunshine he felt under Ling Xiaojun's haze.

"In the past hundred years of my practice, every time I leave the customs, he is the first person I see. He is the warmth that I rarely felt in this world before I met you."

Zong Zhou was by Ling Qian's side, looked at the sun, supported the lost baby, looked at each other calmly and steadily, and said, "The warmth of the past is real, there is no need to deny the past, the sun sometimes hides into the clouds."

Ling Qian pursed her lips obediently, and her flickering eyes indicated the need for comfort, even if the person in front of her wanted to point out her state of mind as an elder.

"Isn't there still me?" Zong Zhou smiled, seeing his pitiful expression, how could he be serious and preaching, his voice softened unconsciously, "I think I am the wind, as long as you need warmth, I will definitely It can blow away the dark clouds that block the sun for you."

"Who wants to listen to your love story?" Ling Qian withdrew her gaze and continued to walk forward.

Zong Zhou took his hand, pulled him back into his arms, hugged him tightly, and stroked the back of his head.

Ling Qian had a pleasant face, and was about to scold the man for having finished his love story, and hugged him again under the sun, not afraid of being looked at by others.

But Zongzhou blew lightly in his ear, and asked him first, "Did Xiaoqian hear anything?"

"What did you hear?" Ling Qian wondered.

It suddenly occurred to Zong Zhou that as long as he saw that he had something on his mind, he would always change his tricks to make himself laugh.

Ling Qian was comforted in her heart, but the two of them flirted a lot on weekdays, and he teased as soon as he opened his mouth: "In broad daylight, the majestic Mistress of Xiaoyao Palace is not serious at all, if it's important, I still have to hug you like this Let me bite my ear."

"I'm on the bed with you, and I'll bite your ear when I blow the pillow wind for you." Zong Zhou really didn't get used to it, "bite ear" literally means, he just opened his mouth when he teased, and he forgot himself The original intention was to speak seriously.

Fortunately, the reaction was fast enough. Before Ling Qian could move, she immediately tightened her arms and said, "I'm implying what you heard."

"Wind?" Ling Qian suppressed a smile, and shook slightly in Zong Zhou's arms, "I didn't mention this, I really couldn't think of it."

"If you want to make a joke, I can just laugh out loud. I feel comfortable listening to it," Zong Zhou said helplessly, holding Ling Qian's shoulders, looking at him with awkward eyes, and said, "I'm hopeless. You can't help but laugh." Laughed, the love story I wanted to say was good or reasonable, I thought it very affectionately, if I say it now, it will be remembered as a joke by you."

Ling Qian raised her brows, rolled her eyes, looked pretty, deliberately avoided looking at each other, and said, "If I don't look at you, I won't laugh. There are not too many love words, and the truth is even better. I hear it in my heart." Well, maybe I can thank you very much."

"Not a joke?" Zong Zhou persisted in looking at him, chasing and dodging, and circled around several times.

Ling Qian pursed her lips tightly, only nodded, and responded.

Zong Zhou suddenly stood still, leaning back against Ling Qian, cleared his throat, and said solemnly, "The dark clouds that cover the sun are short-lived, but the wind is everywhere..."

Ling Qian promised not to smile, but she covered her lips and did not hide her soft laughter.

Amidst Zong Zhou's laughter, his voice became lower and lower: "I mean, I am your wind..."

"You're so stupid." Ling Qian couldn't hold back her words.

Suddenly he felt that his arm was hooked by someone, and his whole body turned to the right side.

The warmth that ignited the beating heart immediately stuck to his entire chest.

He lay on Zongzhou's back, his hands lightly encircled Zongzhou's reliable and firm shoulders, and when his feet left the ground, he seemed to feel lighter physically and mentally.

Zong Zhou walked towards home firmly with his back on his back, and said to him in a deep voice, "I'm carrying you on my back, and I'll let you get more of my rustic air."

"What's so good about being rustic," Ling Qian said unwillingly, but her head was obediently resting on Zongzhou's shoulder, and her soft voice made Zongzhou's cold white jade-like neck red, "You are not my wind, You are the only sun in this world that can warm me, I would like to turn myself into the wind everywhere, thinking of you, only thinking of you, I can dispel all the haze and embrace you."

Zong Zhou's hands gripped his legs tighter, his palms were burning hot, "You've finished all the love words I wanted to say, and I'm nothing left."

Ling Qian's lips gently touched the red | hot neck skin, and replied softly: "It must be better if you can tell me, but my laughter disturbed the atmosphere. "

"The mouth is so sweet?" Zong Zhou smiled until his eyes narrowed.

It's a pity that Ling Qian was being carried behind her back, and she never saw this person laughing so "stupidly".

"I want to carry you for a walk," Zongzhou said with concern, "take a good rest, I've seen you clutching your heart several times, you need to rest in pain, don't fall asleep again."

"I won't fall asleep." Ling Qian knew that at the banquet that day, because of Zongzhou's layout, he was injured by the bell that charged the soul and fell into a coma. Zongzhou must be very guilty.

If he didn't say that his heart ached when he saw Tan Le, he really wanted to endure it, maybe he could breathe more on the way back, so that when he returned to the dormitory and talked about his thoughts with Zongzhou, his complexion would be better.

If only better.

What he wants to say to Zongzhou should not cause Zongzhou to dislike Tan Le even more. Even if the dislike is justified, he still hopes to make the most rational decision with Zongzhou.

But Zongzhou still spotted it.

"It's not that you didn't cover it up enough," Zong Zhou said calmly, "It's because I pay attention to everything about you."

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"Zongzhou, I'm still a little heavy, you can put me down and walk by yourself." Ling Qian saw that the sun was scorching and the mountain road was difficult, Zongzhou had carried him on his back for a long time.

Although his own weight is nothing to a monk in the Mahayana realm.

But in the end it is distressed.

But Zongzhou said: "I just think that you should be a little bit more heavy. If we are a couple of mortals, and I carry you on my back under the scorching sun, I will definitely be able to smell your clothes when you wipe my sweat. The fragrance of the sleeves."

"It's a pity that you don't sweat." Ling Xiao smiled that this person could still think about such trivial things, and gently fulfilled this little wish with his hand, and wiped Zongzhou's forehead.

He only felt that the skin touched by his hands was smooth and delicate, like a piece of cold jade that was not heated by the sun, and he couldn't put it down.

Zong Zhou gave a satisfied "Yeah", and before he retracted his hand, he said again: "If you are a mortal lover, you will definitely touch|touch my lips, and care about whether I am thirsty or not."

"You have been fasting for hundreds of years, and you don't need to drink water long ago." Ling Qian teased a lot, but her green index finger was slightly arched, and gently fell from her forehead, scraping the high and straight nose bridge like a mountain. , gently sticking to Zongzhou's extremely shallow lips.

His hand stayed here for a while.

The faster the heart beat, the more courageous he became, the pulp of his fingers gradually rubbed|strobed Zongzhou's lips, tracing the gaps, until the warm moisture|wrapped his fingertips.

Ling Qian hastily withdrew her hand.

Zong Zhou asked drunkenly: "Do you think I'm thirsty?"

"You don't need to drink water." Ling Qian replied in a low voice.

Zong Zhou turned around suddenly and placed him on the low branch of a big banyan tree.

"I'm going to be thirsty." Zong Zhou propped his hands to the sides of his body, making the branch sway like a light boat on the lake, and his burning eyes clearly showed what "thirst" is.

Ling Qian was holding on to Zong Zhou's skirt, when suddenly his hand was drawn to Zong Zhou's abdomen, his face was hot, waiting for this man to say something more provocative.

Zong Zhou grabbed his hand, rubbed his firm abs|muscles, and said eagerly: "Ordinary lovers will still ask, my husband, you have carried me for so long, are you hungry?"

"What will my husband say?" Ling Qian smiled like a flower.

Zong Zhou suddenly exerted force on his hand, pulled him forward, raised his head and met his lips with his lips, a kiss that was clearly initiated by himself, but looked like what Ling Qian wanted, and gradually deepened under Zong Zhou's leadership .

When the love is strong, both of them have a pair of love|desire|blurred eyes.

It's not just the inseparable eyes that are hooked together.

"What will your husband tell you when you ask him?" Zong Zhou hooked Ling Qian's upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

Ling Qian pursued the softness with her lips, and sighed softly: "If you want to be my husband, then you will be my husband."

"My husband will say, I will be hungry, but I don't want you to cook hard. My husband wants you to wipe your sweat and touch your mouth. I just want to sweat with you in the scorching sun. When I go home, I will let my husband sniff. With your body|fragrance, I washed your body clean, and then let me..."

Ling Qian was overwhelmed when she heard it, knowing that she was only one "eat" away, but Zong Zhou stopped talking.

His body has recovered at this moment, and his heart is no longer hurting. Zong Zhou must have discovered it, but he is doing well now. This is another word that will whet his appetite and make him crave his heart.

"I can see that I have something on my mind and want to distract me, but that's not the case." Ling Qian's face was warm and heartbeat, and he really didn't know how serious he must be.

"Could it be that Xiaoqian is willing to indulge me here, and punish you right there?" Zong Zhou brushed the branch with his sleeve, and approached his ear mysteriously, "My husband just measured it, and this branch is just right for you." lie down."

"I didn't say to lie here, do, or do anything that shouldn't be done." Ling Qian pushed Zong Zhou away.

Zong Zhou put his arms around his back|waist, took him into his arms, and said: "Sitting is also fine."

"I have something on my mind and I want to go back and talk to you first." Ling Qian grasped Zong Zhou's shoulder shamefully.

Hearing Zongzhou's long "oh", he suddenly picked him up and continued to walk up the mountain.

"Everything has a priority. Let's finish the business first, and then come to Mutianxidi for a while."

"Keep your voice down," Ling Qian hurriedly covered Zong Zhou's mouth, "I'm really ashamed, I didn't promise to do that kind of thing on a tree in broad daylight."

"So it was promised to come back at night." Zong Zhou walked steadily and spoke steadily, not at all joking.

Ling Qian exclaimed, and said: "You are necrotic, I am full of thoughts, and you deliberately seduce me."

"If you don't want me to carry you, I'll hug you." Zong Zhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a calm expression on his face, "If you don't want to do it during the day, let's choose a night. There is a smooth thousand-year-old spirit stone, touching the skin, it is as warm as jade..."

"Don't, don't talk..." Ling Qian buried her face in Zong Zhou's arms, just wanted to say, and if he continued, he had to admit that he was already a little shamelessly curious.

Zong Zhou really didn't talk about things that made people feel like a deer.

He only said: "If all this sounds smooth and satisfactory, and there are so many happy things worth looking forward to that can make you let go of your worries for a while, then the so-called worries are not worth it."

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