Poor little in the Shura field

In this small feudal and traditional village, by doing what Xueyu did, she was pulling the good boy into the abyss.

Obviously know, clearly know how bad this person is.

Song Rongxun curled his fingers, and the surging emotion in his chest was rolling left and right. During the two or three seconds of blank time in his brain, he almost wanted to press Xue Yu's soft neck and pry open those two lips full of man's scent. .

Those two lips, which have been taught countless times, are bright red and full, and they should know how to please the person who kissed him best.

wrong.

……What was he thinking about?

Suddenly returning to his senses, Song Rongxun's back was soaked in cold sweat, his Adam's apple rolled slowly and oppressively, and his eyes encircling Xue Yu were deep and sharp.

This is Cheng Chi's home, Cheng Chi's home...

He couldn't get it right.

Xue Yu didn't know what the man in front of him was struggling with, he sat up a little bit, and put his soft as boneless hand on the man's shoulder.

Song Yuxun is not as muscular as Cheng Chi, but he has also dealt with coolies all year round. If he wants to do something to Xue Yu, it is more than enough. , it took a long time before he finally asked softly: "You also thought about it, right?"

The man's voice was dry and hoarse, and he was silent endlessly.

Xue Yu didn't mind either. When he was with Song Rongxun, he often talked a lot. His fingers on his shoulders curled up. Just such a small movement made Song Rongxun's back stiff. Overwhelmed, I heard again: "...Do you want to know how my former husband kissed me?"

Song Rongxun's eyes moved to Xue Yu's lips.

How else can I kiss?

It's not just mouth to mouth, just like normal men and women.

The person whose half body is almost close to him, with a dense fragrance on the back of his neck, and a pretty face, detailed what he was thinking in an innocent tone: "He will hug me On his leg, afraid of my pain, never put..."

"……do not talk."

"He said my mouth was sweet, both."

Song Rongxun's eyelids jumped suddenly.

For a man who is almost an idiot in this regard, he understood the meaning without a teacher, and the corners of his mouth were tense. He stared at the innocent but seductive little widow, and gnashed his teeth: "Pei Xueyu, how can you, you So shameless."

The dim light shone on Xue Yu's face, his throat moved for a few seconds, and he felt that the concrete floor had turned into a huge tongs, scalding his back and tailbone with high temperature, Song Weixun brushed his shoulders away The hands on both sides, afraid of hearing what Xue Yu would say, left here quickly.

He bumped into Cheng Chi at the door without saying hello.

This is something that Song Rongxun, who is picky about etiquette, has never seen.

Cheng Chi's gaze stayed on Song Rongxun's back for a few seconds, his face calmed down, his tall and strong body moved to the door of the room like a mountain, and then he saw Xue Yu who had slept on his kang all afternoon, The legs scattered on the edge of the kang were white and slender, and the knees were imprinted with pitiful red because of the posture of kneeling.

Cheng Chi's material needs are not high, and his flesh is rough, the quality of the bedding and mat is not good, it is really incompatible with the soft flesh of the little widow.

A few steps forward, the man clumsily took out another thin blanket from the wooden cabinet, trying to spread it on the mat to make the little widow more comfortable, but the little widow didn't plan to sleep on the kang anymore, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the blanket. The little widow stood up and said sullenly: "Xue Yu, your knees are red."

Xue Yu hummed lightly, his face no longer had that charming and charming look, he glanced at his red knees, and then looked away indifferently, this is normal, any place on his body turns red Not surprisingly.

"The matchmakers outside have already left?"

Cheng Chi was folding the blanket, his slack muscles tightened by the fragrance wafting over it, his big rough hand that had been working all year round shook it nervously, and said slowly: "Well, they asked me to meet someone else, I didn't agree, and I won't do it in the future." I won't agree."

Xue Yu is not a nosy person, but seeing Cheng Chi's tough attitude, she couldn't help reminding: "This is your business, but I advise you, it's best to follow the rules in this kind of place, walk the way you should go, and take the path you should go. Get married and get married, you should have children... look up."

Cheng Chi's brain was still dizzy after being lobbied, and he didn't keep up with the jumping topic for a while, and said in a low voice: "... what?"

Xue Yu's slender and upturned eyes were flushed red, she moved her legs uncomfortably, and said to the clumsy man with some annoyance: "Look up, don't look at my legs and talk to me."

The slightly tender voice filtered through the air and wandered around the pinnae. Cheng Chi saw that the little widow looked uneasy, and obediently averted his gaze. He stood up, his chest under the undershirt was thick and hot, and his face was also hot.

He likes to listen to Xue Yu's words, so he didn't miss every word Xue Yu just said.

……marry.

If he can bond with Xue Yu, then he will definitely treat Xue Yu very well.

Xue Yu didn't like being poor, so he refurbished the house. Xue Yu was afraid of heat, so he installed an air conditioner at home that could dissipate heat and heat. Study how to make Xue Yu comfortable.

Feed his belly full every day.

Cheng Chi's mouth moved awkwardly, and he said awkwardly, "I want to get married."

Xue Yu glanced at the tall man, thinking that his terrifying physique should be matched with an equally tall man, and Cheng Chi probably thought the same way, he drooped his eyelashes, and said casually: "Then you should see the matchmaker more often , there is always one you like."

Cheng Chi frowned in a rare way, he was reserved and silent, he couldn't express himself, he sorted out his words in the barren dictionary, before Xue Yu finished sorting out, he said he was leaving.

No matter how anxious Ren was, he didn't dare to stop him, and his voice became hoarse after swallowing many times: "Go to bed early at night."

"Ah."

Xue Yu stretched his muscles and bones after sleeping all afternoon, and slowly returned to the old house. While unlocking the lock, he suddenly thought of something, and glanced at the bungalow not far away, his dark eyes were thoughtful.

Going to speed up.

Let Song Rongxun get entangled with himself, causing him to be pointed out by the villagers, causing Song's father to fall ill, and then let Qi Chen attack him, and get the lunch box early.

……

After returning home, Song Rongxun took three half-hour cold showers.

He clearly knew that he couldn't deal with that charming little widow.

The little widow has no sincerity towards him, he just likes his money.

What exactly?

Song Rongxun thought about it all night without closing his eyes.

Get the results the next morning, let's deal with it cold.

If it is cold enough, he should return to normal, and after a long time, Xue Yu will shift his target, and then the deformed relationship between him and Xue Yu will no longer exist.

He thought so, but before he started to implement it, Pei Xueyu took measures against him first.

Every time he met Xue Yu in the Qingshi alley or by the river, the other party would lightly raise the corners of his coquettish eyes, turn his eyes away and turn a blind eye to him.

The first time he did this, he took it as an accident, until that time when they bumped into each other on a narrow path and they had to face each other, he stared at Xue Yu with strong emotions, thinking that he would climb up like before...

The one who waited was Xue Yu who politely "borrowed".

Xue Yu was drawing boundaries with him.

This was originally the result he wanted and what he wanted to do at the beginning, but for some reason, he felt suffocated and stuffy, and Pei Xueyu's indifferent gaze disturbed his breathing.

After a week of being depressed like this, he didn't say a word to Xue Yu.

During this week, he repeatedly lost his mind at work.

However, Xue Yu lived a very fulfilling life, often people would bring him a piece of fish, or bring him a portion of the grain grown in their own fields.

People are complicated, and everyone regards Xue Yu as a different kind, but it is undeniable that he is too beautiful, no one can resist his intentional or unintentional temptation.

It was a light rain that day.

The village is located inland, with a dry climate and little rain. This rain was a bit like a long drought and rain. The farmers with fields at home were basically very excited. Until the evening, the light rain intensified and gradually turned into a heavy rain.

Song Rongxun frowned slightly, and looked out the window at the gray sky, feeling uneasy for no reason.

There are many mountains in the village, and the rain is so heavy that landslides and mudslides are prone to occur.

But at this time a few days ago, Xue Yu was usually by the river.

Song Rongxun looked at the account book restlessly, but couldn't see anything. When the hour hand pointed to six o'clock, he took out the old-fashioned umbrella at home and dived into the torrential rain.

The dry ground was flooded by rain, and the lush reeds were crushed. The man’s trousers were splashed with mud spots after not walking for a long time in this weather.

The rain billowed.

Song Rongxun was about to walk towards the river when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, delicate and with a rising tone.

Following the sound, there were two people standing in the gazebo in the distance. One had thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face was flushed, and the other, who was struggling to talk to him, had a delicate and pretty face, and soft black hair hanging loosely on his temples. , the lips are as red as blood, which makes the legs that have not suffered hardships too white.

The two were very close, as if they were whispering something.

The sound of the rain was hazy, and the two people sheltering from the rain under the gazebo seemed like a married couple.

Song Rongxun's face darkened, staring at the little widow who had an indifferent expression but was lazy to reply.

...a nameless string broke in my brain.

The rain fell on the umbrella and splashed everywhere. The man's face was colder than the rainstorm. He stepped into the gazebo step by step, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the gazebo.

The simple villager spotted him and quickly called out: "Song, Brother Song, are you also here to hide from the rain?"

Song Rongxun didn't answer, just looked at Xueyu.

The little widow didn't seem to feel the presence of a living person, and gently avoided his sight, with a detached and indifferent attitude.

How could someone have such a different attitude overnight?

The first second is tender and sweet, and the next second is as cold as a stranger.

What on earth does this man want to do, and how does he want to torture him?

Song Rongxun bit too hard, a vein clearly emerged from his forehead, he stared at Xue Yu as if no one else was there, his voice became low and hoarse after being quenched by the rain: "I have something to tell you, you come with me."

"Pei Xueyu, look at me."

Two or three seconds later, Xue Yu extravagantly shared her eyes with him, the tails of her slender eyes were raised, and her eyes were even more beautiful: "If you have something to tell me, I must listen to it?"

Song Rongxun's breathing was heavy. He seemed to have never dealt with such a situation. His ears were red and his back was stiff. He didn't know how much courage he mustered. Against the surprised eyes of the villagers, he held Xue Xue firmly. Yu's wrist.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at Song Rongxun's bungalow.

Along the way, the man protected him tightly, and Xue Yu didn't get any rain.

But he was also annoyed by this reckless behavior, and said coldly, "Song Rongxun, are you a robber?"

Umbrellas were thrown to the ground.

Song Rongxun turned his head, he was in much worse condition than Xue Yu, his pale face was in a state of embarrassment, and the rain was falling, his chest was heaving and heaving without going far, his eyes were a little red, his lips were tightly pursed as if trying to hold back something .

It is rare to see a calm and serious man showing such an appearance, a look of astonishment flashed in Xue Yu's eyes, before he opened his mouth to ask, Song Rongxun's broad hands suddenly clamped his two thin white wrists, and folded them in front of his chest mercilessly , hot breath came towards his lips.

Ignore again and again.

Stimulation again and again.

The moral shackles of a good boy are finally broken.

The man who tasted meat for the first time was young and reckless, grinding his overly delicate lips, kissing the little widow who couldn't bear the pain, and he was sweating because of his incomprehension, pleading hoarsely : "...I don't know how to do it, you teach me."