Poor little in the Shura field

Silent night.

In a bungalow.

Song Rongxun only felt that there was a handful of firewood in his lungs, a handful of firewood that was burning vigorously.

Half an inch away from him, the little widow was wrapped in the quilt, leaning on his chest obediently and supplely, and there was no part of the skin that touched him that was not soft and fragrant.

Song Rongxun didn't dare to move, he looked away stiffly.

Song’s father’s teaching policy since he was a child revolved around a general direction, that is, let his children be alone, as long as they are independent, they can talk about anything, so Song Rongxun lived alone since he was sensible, and the one-story house allocated to him by Song’s father was also full. There is only one bed.

Everything is for one person.

half an hour ago.

Xue Yu twisted the thin quilt, looked twice at the bed that could only fit two adults, then turned her head and asked, "Can I make a bed on the floor?"

"I'm afraid I can't," Song Weixun's voice was terribly hoarse for some reason, "there are no other bedding at home."

In order to prove that he didn't lie, he opened the wooden cabinet specially. Except for the clothes of the four seasons, there was really no mattress that could be used for sleeping.

Xue Yu's brows and eyes were stained with irritability.

If he couldn't hit the floor, he had no choice but to squeeze with Song Rongxun.

But Song Rongxun loves to do that kind of thing too much, if the two of them lie on that bed again, will the old things happen again?He didn't come here to suffer from flesh and blood, and that delicate flesh can't be wronged at all.

I'm so annoyed, I shouldn't have said those things for the sake of hooking up with the person he has a crush on in front of Qi Chen.

Xue Yu was so regretful that her heart ached, she swallowed a little, but couldn't think of the best solution, and in the end she could only share the bed with Song Rongxun.

……it should be no problem?

Song Rongxun would not do anything reckless to him.

With anxiety in his heart, Xue Yu leaned against the edge of the bed with his knees and passed the man with his hands. Just as he was about to climb up, he felt the man's limbs stiffen. He was so frightened that he trembled immediately, and looked at the man with a slight annoyance, pursing his lips and saying nothing. Song Rongxun: "Can you control yourself?"

Song Rongxun gave a low "hmm", stretched out his hand and pressed the light button by the wall, and when it was completely dark, the little widow climbed onto the bed coyly.

I usually didn't notice it when I stood together, but when I lay down next to each other, their differences in all aspects were exposed. The man had a huge body, his hands and feet were long and covered with smooth muscles. Compared with him, the little widow was not only shorter, but also very small. .

Xueyu was even more afraid that Song Rongxun would come here in disorder, but he was sleeping inside against the wall, and he couldn't walk if he wanted to. He felt that it would be difficult for him to get off a tiger. Seeing Song Rongxun stretched out an arm, he immediately asked with numbness, "Don't move, why don't you move?" Tell me what are you going to do first?"

The soft and greasy arm was close to him, and Song Rongxun felt as if ants were eating his whole body. He took the quilt arched by the wall and said softly: "It's better to cover yourself with some quilt at night, you are too dressed. Thin, tossing and turning a few times while sleeping, it is easy to get cold in the stomach."

Xue Yu resentfully said, "...I can just build it myself."

Xue Yu covered herself with a small quilt, leaned against the wall awkwardly, at first she was on guard against whether Song Rongxun would make a sudden attack, but after a while, she fell into a sleepless night.

He slept soundly, but Song Rongxun did not.

He was tied up as if he had strayed into a silk hole, and next to him was an ecstasy and soft spirit, which he could see but couldn't touch.

Once a person thinks about it before going to bed, he will have messy dreams when he falls asleep, and the same is true for Song Weixun.

In the dream, he was a teacher who was hired by the family thousands of times. He received a large reward to teach the domineering disciple who was not enlightened. Use this rattan to teach him how powerful it is.

The little disciple who looked ten times ten times more similar to Xue Yu had the same indifferent face, and what he said went into his left ear and out of his right ear.

When he said it [-] times and the little disciple still couldn't answer, he picked up the rattan stick, unwittingly lifted up the disciple's cloth shirt, and slapped the slippery rattan stick on the tip of his buttocks.

The little disciple let out a short cry, his eyes were filled with moisture. Seeing that he hurt him, he couldn't help but hugged him and coaxed him, and asked him softly if he dared to look at others, little disciple Sobbing, he shook his head, and whispered to him again, sir, can I stop hitting there in the future.

……

It was too late yesterday, and I didn't take a good look at the pool of blood on the door. When I woke up this morning, Song Rongxun, who was full of bloodshot eyes, asked again, asking how the blood on Xueyu's door came from.

Xue Yu sat on the edge of the bed and woke up. He glanced lightly at Song Yuxun who was busy with breakfast, washed himself with the enamel basin and tooth cup he had prepared, and said with some reservations: "I don't know, But it shouldn't be the alcoholic you mentioned."

Song Wei Xun paused slightly: "What is that?"

"I opened the door last night, and there was no one outside. I also looked down from the upstairs window. When the door knocked, there was no one at the door. So I thought, would it be the same as the article about ancient times?" Is it related to the strange things in the house?"

Xue Yu made a nonsense and pointed the finger at the plot of the world.

Song Zhixun frowned and thought deeply, he is a scholar, it is hard to believe these unnatural remarks of gods and ghosts, but this incident is too strange, it seems that it cannot be justified without being involved in that strange incident.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Xue Yu asked implicitly: "I heard that a young man surnamed Qi first lived in that ancient house. Are you familiar with him? Then you should be very clear about the old man who lived there. Details of the matter."

Song Rongxun was stunned: "Who am I with?"

Xue Yu: "What's your name, Qi Chen, they said that you grew up together and have a very good relationship."

"Did you listen to those people in the alley? Those people love to make up things," Song Rongxun frowned disapprovingly, "I do remember that there is such a person as Qi Chen, but we can at most be nodding acquaintances with him. I didn’t live in the village often when I was a child, and I didn’t have a close relationship with the people in the village.”

Xue Yu: "...?"

Xue Yu: "......??"

He said with difficulty: "Nodding acquaintance?"

Song Rongxun nodded, with a smooth jaw line: "I remember that Qi Chen didn't have parents, and the funeral was organized for him by the villagers. It's a pity."

No, that's not the point.

Xue Yu shook his head with difficulty. He observed Song Weixun carefully, and saw that his expression was calm and did not intend to lie. A terrifying thought fermented and swelled in his chest, almost ready to come out. He swallowed: "You really don't know Qi Chen. ?”

Song Rongxun was corrected several times by him, and realized that something was wrong: "What's wrong with Qi Chen?"

"……nothing."

After weakly prevaricating Song Rongxun, Xue Yu immediately got angry and called out the system: "I want a perfect, flawless, and acceptable explanation, why doesn't Song Rongxun know Qi Chen?"

【…】

The system seemed to know that it was indistinguishable, and began to play dumb, answering irrelevant questions: [It is quite convenient to leave the world now. 】

Xue Yu broke down unexpectedly: "Pig teammate, really pig teammate."

After walking for so long, the plot was wrong from the beginning!

Who is angry if this is not angry?

Xueyu's fire was burning vigorously, and he endured it until he broke out after breakfast. He followed Song Yuxun into the study, his small face was still calm, but the words he spit out were full of knives: "I won't come anymore .”

Song Rongxun's long hand that touched the ledger stopped: "What?"

"I just won't come to your house again. Don't look for me in the future, and I won't look for you either."

This topic came suddenly, without any warning before.

Song Rongxun said stiffly: "...I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"Everyone is very busy, do you want to waste my tongue?" Xue Yu frowned, "It means that I am tired of crooked you, and I don't want to hang you on a crooked neck tree."

Song Rongxun probably chewed this sentence four or five times, and when Xue Yu was about to get tired of waiting, he finally understood and penetrated the meaning of this sentence.

Song Rongxun's heart seemed to be pinched sore by someone, his lips were tightly pursed, and he said with difficulty: "You can't be so immoral."

You can't pull him into this forbidden circle, let him eat all the fat, and when he can't survive without eating for a day, don't want him anymore.

There was no wave on Xue Yu's face: "You already know whether I have morals, don't you? I gave you the opportunity to be your decent person, but you insisted on falling into it."

Song Rongxun's throat was slightly slippery, unable to refute his words, and finally he asked: "Why is it suddenly like this, yesterday was fine..."

Xue Yu felt ashamed when she thought of her previous actions, and turned her head: "I am like this, my heart becomes faster, and I get tired of talking."

If you don't stop clearing, don't you still have to toss about it? You are no longer the target of the task.

The expression of indifference on Xue Yu's face was too obvious.

Song Rongxun's tightly pressed lips turned white, and his dark eyes were full of churning tides. He silently grabbed Xue Yu's wrist with such strength that it seemed to be able to crush the bones through the skin.

Xue Yu was a little timid, and nervously took two steps back, the soft fleshy waist above the hip bones touched the edge of the table before stopping. Said sarcastically, "Why..."

"You still want to break up with me?"

……

- Whoops.

The things on the desk were swept across the ground like a strong wind, and Xue Yu was pressed against the window where you could see the fertile farmland. It was the afternoon, and many farmers were plowing among them, and there was a familiar face among them, who was She hid from the rain with him in the gazebo.

Xue Yu bit her lip, before the embarrassment arose, the corner of his trousers was pulled aside vigorously, his flesh caught cold, and the little widow shivered delicately: "Song Rongxun, you bastard."

Song Rongxun turned a deaf ear to it.

He was so angry that his liver and spleen were burning, and his brain was buzzing like a swarm of wasps. Song Yuxun swallowed slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "...you said, break up."

He couldn't say the last word.

Xue Yu's face was flushed, the risk of being seen made him extremely ashamed, and now he was annoyed, hearing him say that, he wanted to see embarrassment on that face: "What are you afraid of, break up the gun and say no Come out? I have to do everything, will I say it or not?"

Song Rongxun squeezed his voice through his teeth: "Don't say..."

"Don't say what?"

"Don't say that."

Song Rongxun grew up to be in his 20s, read all the books of sages and sages, and was surrounded by simple and honest grassroots people. The most outrageous things he heard in his life were all from Xue Yu.

It was clear that there were no insulting words, but it caused him more emotional ups and downs than any words.

Song Rongxun didn't know what he was doing anymore, he saw his hand stretched out in front of him in a trance, he just wanted to cover his poisoned mouth, but his knuckles slipped in accidentally.

Xue Yu never imagined that he could be so shameless that he was forced to eat his long fingers, and his lower abdomen was so stiff that he wanted to press against the heating pipe under the window.

The little widow's hands are beautiful, with slender fingers and a rich fragrance, which are actually more suitable for kissing and loving, but at this moment, those hands have to press against the window in order to stabilize his figure.

The fingertips crushed the glass, and he raised his right hand with difficulty, trying to reach the curtain next to him, but almost touched it, and put it back by the window because he couldn't stand still.

Perverted, hooligan, bastard blinded by unhealthy waste...

Xueyu saw Song Rongxun's intention of not letting him succeed, and scolded him all over in his heart. Just as he was scolding vigorously, Song Rongxun withdrew his hand, broke his chin, pressed his cheeks hard, and forced Squeeze the two lips apart.

Song Rongxun stuck it up and sucked it into the soft and muddy place.

The little widow's legs immediately went limp, he trembled blankly, he couldn't think of anything, he just wanted to keep others from seeing him.

But the sanctimonious guy obviously won't respond to his appeal.

Song Rongxun's eyes were deep, and he remembered the words the little widow said to him a long time ago...cooked food.

What is cooked food like?

It's just like Xue Yu, who looks thin, but feels exquisite and plump, without the need for others to cultivate it, it will be overflowing with juice immediately.

Song Rongxun seemed to lose his soul, clamped the straight shoulders on both sides, biting carefully, and kissed the skinny little widow until his whole body turned red.

I don't know how long we kissed.

"It hurts."

The two words trembled and whimpered, like a kitten's foot pad scratching at the palm, the numbness seeped into Song Rongxun's auricle.

Song Rongxun stopped in an instant, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, it wasn't his intention to make Xue Yu uncomfortable, but he just kissed him without doing anything, how could it hurt?The little widow has kissed at least five or six times these days, and he should have gotten used to it by now.

Song Rongxun frowned slightly, and turned Xue Yu who was trembling abnormally: "Where does it hurt?"

Sensing that there was a farmer outside the window who noticed this area, Song Rongxun pulled up the curtain, and the room instantly became dark, but he could still see every part of Xue Yu's expression clearly.

Xue Yu was really in pain as he said, his face was sweating in waves, his breathing was short of breath, his temple hair was wet and limp, sticking to his almost transparent skin, his breath was shockingly weak.

He choked up unbearably: "...the heart, the heart hurts so much."