Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Unexpectedly: "..."

Zhong Ying: "..."

Zhong Ying lowered his head and stared straight at his hands.His fingers were long and slender, with well-defined knuckles. Because he had just bathed, there was no mud under his nails, and the skin on the back of his hands was extremely fair and clean.

At this time, this hand was pressing against Jun Buyi's chest.Soft palms can clearly feel the quality of the school uniform fabric and the temperature from under the fabric.Accompanied by the temperature, there are bursts of steady and orderly heartbeats.

flat……

hard...

Zhong Ying remembered what Pang Dun said.

Fat Dun said: "Not every girl has big breasts, thin waist, and long legs. There are also girls who can break big stones with their chests, waists as thick as wooden barrels, and legs as short as carrots..."

Regardless of whether Fatty's words are reasonable or not, in the world of comprehension, these things can be changed, and some pills or spiritual tools can change or cover up the body shape.

Zhong Ying never thought of exploring from this aspect.

Zhong Ying wanted to try Jun's unexpected reaction.

Fat Dun said: "Some parts of the girl's body are extremely sensitive. If you touch them, you are playing hooligans. They will definitely shy and scream and run away. If they can't dodge, slapping you is the girl's kindness. Give your hands a discount."

However, Jun Buyi didn't scream, shy, or dodge...but her lips parted slightly, and the eyes of Dan Qing and ink flashed a stream of light, and her eyes fell on Zhong Ying, and she stopped when she wanted to say something.

Zhong Ying kept his posture and preemptively said: "Why don't you hide?"

His shot is indeed fast, but the opponent is the gentleman in Lianzhong, don't you think so!

In the illusion cast by the Mirror of All Beings, Zhong Ying shot with all his strength, but was suppressed to the ground by Jun Buyi.If Jun Buyi didn't have the strength to dodge, it wouldn't be Zhong Ying who lost that day.

"You have no killing intent..." Jun Buyi whispered, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Jun Buyi really couldn't think of the reason for Zhong Ying's sudden "attack", so he could only guess at himself.

Zhong Ying stared at Jun Buyi strangely: "I touch you like this, don't you feel it?"

Unexpectedly: "..."

In fact, he doesn't really like being in contact with people, but he just took Zhong Ying's red dates and brown sugar, and Zhong Ying stuck his fingers honestly, without any excessive behavior, so he lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then reluctantly replied, "It's okay."

"Shang Ke?" Zhong Ying repeated, chasing after him, "Then why did you pause for so long before answering?"

"This..." Jun Buyi pursed his lips slightly.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Zhong Ying felt that Jun Buyi was really struggling.If you don't want to, just get rid of yourself. If you are willing to let yourself be touched, don't put on such a reluctant look?

Could it be that the touching mentioned by Fatty is not touching through the clothes, so the other party can't bear it?

Zhong Yingnian made up his mind, hooked Jun Buyi's collar with his fingers, lifted it slightly, opened a slit, and stretched his fingers into the robe, touching a section of delicate and warm skin.

Jun Buyi was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed slightly, and his breathing became heavier: "Zhong Ying..."

Zhong Ying made persistent efforts, and probed down along the collarbone, but before he found out what was going on, the alarm was raised in his heart.

Zhong Ying raised his head, the wind in his palm was like a gust of wind and rain, carrying the coldness of Xuanbing, rushing toward his face.

When the palm was hit, Zhong Ying felt that he would probably be in a worse situation than breaking his hand, and he would have to lie on the bed for at least three days.

Withdrawing his hand abruptly, Zhong Ying retreated backwards, like a white crane spreading its wings, soaring lightly, narrowly avoiding a direct confrontation.

Unexpectedly, after Jun Buyi landed his palm on the empty space, ice crystals like loose sand fell from the air.Clenching his hands into fists, and then slowly loosening them, Jun Buyi endured forbearance before withdrawing his hands, gathered the collar that Zhong Ying had picked up, and tidied up the skirts meticulously until no skin at the neckline could be seen again.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

Except for the previous slap, Jun Buyi's subsequent performance can be said to be flat, and Zhong Ying didn't see anything in his eyes, but Zhong Ying just felt that Jun Buyi was emotionally unstable.

Zhong Ying: "I just touch casually..."

Jun Buyi raised his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he questioned a little more sharply.

"Your breasts are neither soft nor big, you can't even touch them!" Zhong Ying said subconsciously.

"Presumptuous!" The questioning in the eyes turned into a little offended anger, like fireworks falling on the ice crystals, amazed for a moment, but extinguished in a flash.

Unexpectedly, he waved his sleeves, turned around and stepped into the house.

Zhong Ying: "Oh--"

Zhong Ying, who was standing there, was full of surprise. He looked at his hand in shock.

The five fingers spread out, closed again, opened again, and repeated several times.He really couldn't see anything special about his hands, but before Zhong Ying wanted to beat Jun Buyi, Jun Buyi wasn't very angry, but this time it seemed extremely unpleasant?

shit...

Zhong Ying thought to himself, could Jun Buyi's reaction just now be the shyness in Fat Dun's mouth?Anger after extreme shyness?

Don't you think he's really a girl?

Although Zhong Ying was misled by the fat pier for a while, seeing Jun Buyi's reaction, he still felt a little dazed.

He dug out the storage bag and wanted to ask Pang Dun what was going on in this situation and what to do.

However, in the storage bag there are only things received today, there is no sound transmission talisman at all, and his current cultivation level is unable to transmit the sound to whomever he wants...

Anyway, first appease Jun Buyi, and then discuss the countermeasures with Pang Dun.

Otherwise, Zhong Ying glanced at the dark sky and suspected that he would be kicked out of the room and sleep on the snow.

He moved a few steps towards the wall, moved to the outside of the window lattice, and looked inside, and saw that Jun Buyi had returned to a calm and calm state, that is, the breath around his body was a bit cooler than before.

The furnishings in the house have also changed.

When Zhong Ying and Fat Dun were soaking in the water and discussing the issue of "girl" about "big things in life", Jun Buyi got two rows of bookshelves from somewhere, one on the left and the other on the right. There are several bamboo baskets.

The young man in white clothes and black hair held a large stack of books and placed them neatly on the bookshelf, and there were also a few scrolls of bamboo slips and pictures in the bamboo basket.

Zhong Ying curled his lips as he watched, and shouted into the room: "Why put the bookshelf? I want to put the weapon rack!"

How can the majestic devil be associated with "Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting, Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon"?You should place bloody or murderous magical weapons in your bedroom, and then put your trophies in the most conspicuous place.

Jun Buyi raised his hand and pointed, and replied lightly: "Your house is over there, you can put the weapon rack."

Zhong Ying: "..."

Uh... This is indeed the unexpected room, and Zhong Ying's own bedroom is still "snow and windy".

After looking at it for a while, Zhong Ying found that the scriptures on the shelf on the right looked familiar to Jun Buyi, so he raised his hand and pointed: "Isn't this my thing?"

"I brought it here for you." Jun Buyi didn't look back, holding the vermillion-printed gold-patterned piano case, and was about to hang it on the wall.

"Isn't it fine to just put it there? It's an eyesore in the room."

"I brought the Taixuan Sutra with me too." Jun Buyi hung up the piano case carefully, "Didn't you want to copy the Taixuan Sutra twice?"

Zhong Ying: "..."

After a long silence, a grunting voice sounded, and the bell answered, "This is for you."

You didn't want to look back, and saw a pile of bottles and jars on the lame table, including some boxes of pastries, and the sweet smell permeated the whole room.

"It was given to us by others, and it's all here." Zhong Ying spread his hands, "I can't tell which ones are for you."

"Honour?"

Zhong Ying crawled in through the window lattice, and sat on the table carelessly, crossing his legs: "Isn't it normal for the weak to make offerings to the strong? Isn't that what happened in Chongming? The people of Chongming have worshiped your royal family for thousands of years."

Unexpectedly, your expression softened a little.

Seeing his reaction, Zhong Ying leaned over and asked curiously while eating the seven-spice fruit cake Yan Yu gave him: "Why were you so angry just now?"

"..."

After realizing that he couldn't get any results from the question, Zhong Ying rolled his eyes, holding back his temper and talking nonsense: "I just helped you tidy up your clothes."

Unexpectedly, you pursed your lips and remained silent.

Zhong Ying continued: "Then see if you have a fever..."

Even though Jun Buyi didn't say a word, Zhong Ying could clearly feel that Jun Buyi didn't believe a single word he said.

Zhong Ying didn't have the patience to think about the third reason, so he directly tore open his skirt, revealing half of his chest: "Come on, I'll let you touch it back, is it okay?"

"..."

Zhong Ying decided to sleep with his head covered, and when he asked Pang Dun tomorrow, he heard Jun Buyi's clear voice: "My clothes haven't been washed, can you teach me?"

Is this not going to be pursued?

Since Jun Buyi didn't intend to pursue it anymore, Zhong Ying immediately put it to the back of his mind and laughed, "Why are you so stupid?"

Jun Buyi hugged the neatly folded clothes and stood at the door waiting for him.

Zhong Ying lowered his head and took out the bar of soap he received today from the table, and showed it to Jun Lianzhong: "It's simple and convenient to wash with this."

The two took wooden basins and barrels, and took two buckets of ice water from the well.Zhong Ying touched the cold water and shivered, and Jun didn't want to use spiritual power to heat the water.

Sitting on a low round stool, the two began to study laundry.

Zhong Ying: "First soak the clothes in water, lift them up after they are all soaked, and apply soap..."

Unexpectedly: "Is this sweet-scented osmanthus flavor?"

"Well, then use your hands to lather up."

"twist?"

"Rub hard, wait, don't be so hard, you want to go to class shirtless in the future?"

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

"You're so stupid, how can you dry the clothes if you don't wash away the foam?"

"..."

When the two of them put the clothes to dry in Zhong Ying's room, Zhong Ying remembered what Pang Dun said about "you can't touch cold water when you're uncomfortable", and turned to ask, "Do you want a cup of hot water? Add some red dates and brown sugar."

Unexpectedly: "?"

"You washed your clothes tonight and touched cold water."

Jun Buyi lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, "No, I'm basically fine... But, shouldn't it be time for you to start copying the Taixuan Sutra?"

Zhong Ying: "..."

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

The lights are warm yellow, illuminating the tabletop brightly.

Zhong Ying and the two sat around the table facing each other, Zhong Ying stared fiercely at the Taixuan Sutra, writing vigorously, making the copying seem like a deadly battle with thousands of troops.

Jun Buyi holds the classics in his hand, keeps his eyes fixed and concentrates on it.

The light elongated the shadows of the two, vaguely overlapping.

Not long after, Jun didn't expect to hear a slight snoring sound, and when he looked up, he saw Zhong Ying's head resting on the table, sleeping very soundly.The writing brush did not know when it fell from his hand and rolled several times on the ground.

Jun Buyi closed the book in his hand, picked up Zhong Ying and copied half a page of paper, the font on it was extremely wild, as coquettish as a wild horse running wild... The so-called words are like a person, nothing more than that.

Picking up the pen, imitating Zhong Ying's handwriting, Jun Buyi continued to copy.

After writing a page, Jun Buyi looked at Zhong Ying's side face softened by the light, and suddenly thought:

When he was just getting close, the corners of Zhong Ying's hair and clothes were filled with the sweet scent of osmanthus, as if he had rolled a few times in an osmanthus cake.