[Comprehensive martial arts] Be the leader's wife in Heimuya

Customer Ci didn't know why, the scent on Dongfang Bubai was addictive like poppies, the more he was in the same room as Dongfang Bubai, the more it made Customer Ci feel unbearable, just like a big cat Seeing the most beautiful yarn ball, I couldn't help but want to stick it. It would be great if I could hug it to sleep.

In the solemn and cold Sun Moon God Sect hall on weekdays, a beauty with loose long hair lay on the lap of the Eastern leader, who outsiders commented was cloudy and difficult to get in touch with.

Although the beauty was slender and lacked any tenderness, the harmonious blend of the amazing eyebrows and the two people's aura forcibly made the scene of this man's entanglement change from weird and abrupt to ambiguous.

This is the main hall of the Sun Moon God Sect that has been infested with blood several times, and it is the place where Dongfang Bubai stands high and overlooks the congregation. It is the place where Dongfang Bubai once awakened his desire for power. The place where Dongfang Bubai, who is outstanding and perfect, is afraid, is the place where the life of Dongfang Bubai, an ordinary farmer whose parents both died, came to a corner.

Dongfang Bubai let go of Customer Ci's hair, his slender fingers slid across Customer Ci's cheeks with clear lines finely sculpted by heaven, and lifted Customer Ci's chin, his voice was as cold and high as when the two first met, Like the flower of Gaoling who would never bow her head and condescend: "Ma'am, what are you doing?"

Customer Ci's hand was raised to rest on Dongfang Bubai's wrist holding his chin, a warm inner breath invaded Dongfang Bubai's meridians through the skin of the two, like a fish swimming in water Along the way, he swung his fish tail and caressed Dongfang Bubai's bruised meridians, and happily moved towards the dantian where the cold internal energy gathered.

Dongfang Bubai secretly bit his lower lip to hold back the moan that almost overflowed his lips and teeth.

The customer caressed Dongfang Bubai's fair skin with her fingertips, and stared at Dongfang Bubai's face, which was a little more dangerous and heroic than a woman's: "I just want my husband to take good care of a hidden flower, but my husband But he refuses to give him a chance, what should I do?"

Dongfang Bubai snorted softly, shook the customer's hand away under the suffocation of internal strength, touched the corners of his lips coldly and proudly, straightened up and leaned back on the throne, looking down from top to bottom The beauty on the lap said neither too lightly nor too seriously: "I can't keep all the unclear things by my side. The things Madam wants... have to be exchanged for more interesting things."

He was already tired of trying to test a person's mind, the former Dongfang Bubai could have a slight illusion of being loved because of Yang Lianting's thoughtful fawning.

Today's Dongfang Bubai will never look down at the sentimental tenderness that can be shared with others at the same time.

Kuang Ci, on the other hand, seems gentle and carefree, but actually hides danger. Sometimes Dongfang Bubai even feels that there may be a more dangerous lunatic hiding under his skin that never cares about worldly principles.

Customer Ci's hand caught Dongfang Bubai's fingers again, intertwined with the man's ten fingers, and the finger pulp touched the thin callus left by Dongfang Bubai's sword-handling. Kissing the back of that white hand, smiling slightly, he raised his eyes and looked up at the Eastern Hierarch with dim eyes: "It's the first time that you want me, husband, please be patient and allow me to get closer to him, closer..."

Customer Ci looked at Dongfang Bubai with a mottled and shallow smile in his eyes, not the usual narrow-minded teasing or casual smile, but a kind of encouragement with expectation and gentleness, but mixed with the deadly temptation to lure the prey .

"That kind of thing is buried too deep, but if my husband gets it, there is absolutely no room for retreat and regret."

"I just don't know if my husband... dare to ask for it?"

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After dinner, the ferret hid furtively behind the vase in the room, a pair of black bean eyes looked at the two people sitting and standing on the side of the bed, and their hairy faces, which were not as big as palms, were full of gossip.

Dongfang Bubai sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a while, holding the red robe he just took off from Customer Ci, and threw it aside impatiently: "It's hopeless, throw it away."

The customer Ci was not happy, and pulled the bright red couple's shirt over and hugged it in his arms: "This is a pair with the husband's dress, so I am not willing to throw it away. If the husband doesn't help me mend it, I will do it myself!"

Dongfang Bubai, who originally thought that he would have time to sew two stitches for this person tomorrow, raised his brows lightly, and leaned on the shelf next to the bed to calm himself down and said, "Oh? Then Madam will show it to me."

Just mend it, not just sewing clothes!

The customer Ci sat down next to Dongfang Bubai with his robe in his arms, looked around, but couldn't find what he wanted, so he simply stretched out his palms up in front of the Dongfang Hierarch: "Husband, can I borrow a needle?"

Dongfang Bubai has lived two lifetimes, once he was powerful and once fell into the quagmire.But no matter what the situation is, no one has ever dared to ask him... for a needle.

After staring at the palm in front of him for a while, Dongfang Bubai shifted his gaze to the customer's face, and quietly asked, "Do you want a thread?"

Customer Ci thought about it, but she didn't mean to treat herself as an outsider at all: "It must be red, otherwise it won't look good when sewn."

Dongfang Bubai stared at Customer Ci for a long while, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, he turned his wrist and found a gold needle out of nowhere and stuck it between his fingers, raised his palm and slapped it on the side of the box next to the bed, and pulled out something very strange to Customer Ci , the wooden hooks that look like part of an embroidery frame are wrapped with various colored embroidery threads.

Customer Ci looked sideways at Dongfang Bubai and hooked his fingers. The red embroidery thread was entwined between those fair and slender fingers. The internal force trembled and the fingers rubbed. In the blink of an eye, the entangled embroidery thread was split into smaller pieces. The hair is still a little thinner.

But Dongfang Bubai, who completed this series of movements, was sitting on the edge of the bed with a lazy look from the beginning to the end, and his movements were extremely familiar with ease.

Dongfang Bubai handed the gold needle threaded with red thread to customer Ci. Seeing that customer Ci was twisting the embroidery needle with two fingers, he turned slightly sideways, raised his arm and rested his elbow on the embroidery frame. His wrist slipped down, and he rested his face on the back of his hand to watch the customer spread out his robe earnestly. Seeing the expression on this person's face changed from full of confidence to suspicion of life, he couldn't help laughing for a moment.

Customer Ci's fingers usually look slender and well-defined, with a very nice curvature.But now he is twirling a delicate embroidery needle, but the clumsiness is sharply contrasted. At this time, the man's face is full of resentment and depression, and the movement of threading the needle is blunt and funny. The opened mouth was made a bit more ferocious by the customer Ci Yixie, who opened his mouth to accuse the man of his rude and disorderly behavior.

The customer Ci held the embroidery needle in his hand and compared it back and forth, and could no longer close his eyes and press the needle cruelly to continue torturing the precious fabric in his hand.

"Husband, save the robe."