Incurable

The man's arms were stained with the scent of wine and sandalwood, as if some precepts were broken, and the sky was clear and clear in a moment. She lay in his arms, looking at Qingfengmingyue, her ears moved slightly, Mu Wan heard a steady and powerful heartbeat, tapping her eardrums.

The heartbeat is not just the heartbeat of her alone.

She heard what he had just said, Mu Wan raised her eyes and looked at him with open eyes, bright eyes, red cheeks, and slightly opened red lips.

"Liu Qianxiu..." Her voice was shaking.

"Yeah." He said lightly.

Xu Shi's development was too satisfactory, Mu Wan's eyes were dim, the man's voice echoed in his ears, and everything became unreal. She didn't move, Liu Qianxiu took her hand and pressed it against his chest.

The man's heart was jumping in her palm, and Mu Wan's throat was slightly dry.

Liu Qianxiu shook her hand, like the Tao in his heart, he put her hand on his heart, her expression moved slightly and gradually became clear.

The Taoist temple is clean, and there are occasional insects, but the bodies of the two people are noisy.

"Junior Brother." The sweet voice of a child broke the hustle and bustle of the month with some unwake-up grievances.

The time of the pause was like a sudden torrent, Mu Wan was taken aback, the heat of her body rushed to her cheeks, her palm was placed in the man's arms, and she was about to get up. Liu Qianxiu slightly hooped the arm on her waist, and her waist collapsed and fell into his arms again. Hot cheeks pressed against his chest, and the man put his palm on the back of her head and hugged her in his arms.

"What's the matter?" Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and the woman in her arms had no more struggle except for the heat that came out of her breath.

"I was awakened by a nightmare." Qing Chan held the wooden door of the main hall with his little hand, his eyes drooped slightly, and said, "Junior brother, can you sleep with me?"

Qing Chan is only seven years old this year and looks calm, but in fact he is just a child, afraid of nightmares. After listening to a lot of truth, the master was still sleeping with him. If the master is not there, let the younger brother accompany him.

"Good." Liu Qianxiu answered.

He didn't move, but the woman in his arms moved. She grabbed the corner of his clothes and clenched her hands.

Qing Chan stood there and waited, his consciousness gradually cleared up, and he could clearly see the men and women in the main hall. The younger brother was sitting upright, Sister Mu Wan was lying in his arms, and the two of them were very close. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her slender fingers grasped his skirt. With his small face buried in his arms, under his thick jet-black hair, only small ears were exposed.

Red to blood.

"What's wrong with sister?" Qing Chan was puzzled.

Following his questioning, Mu Wan's sister's ears turned red again.

The person in his arms is already hot, ironing on his skin through the thin clothes. Liu Qianxiu's eyes moved slightly, looking down at Mu Wan, and said in a deep voice, "She was a little uncomfortable after drinking some wine, so she was more clingy."

"Oh." Qing Chan seemed to understand, only nodded.

Mu Wan's face was almost blushing, and her palms were sweaty.

Liu Qianxiu sank slightly, and stroked her palm on the back of her head like duckweed on the surface of the lake. The calm surface of the lake was filled with fine and quiet ripples.

He dropped his head slightly, his lips reached the woman's ears, his body was still cold, but his words were terribly hot.

"I'll put him to sleep first, and I'll talk to you when I come back."

After speaking, he stroked the woman's hair twice, and the hair slipped between his fingers. Liu Qianxiu leaned her body on the short table and got up to go out.

"Let's go." Liu Qianxiu reached out and took Qing Chan's hand.

With her arms under her face, Mu Wan didn't raise her head from beginning to end. She blushed so badly that she didn't know if it was hot or drinking. She must stay awake, and Liu Qianxiu still has to talk to her.

He must make it clear today, what **** does he have, and who does he have **** for!

Under the blue light, the woman is slim and slender. She is like a little demon who has tasted for the first time, smiling carelessly and carelessly.

Qing Chan had a nightmare, got up and talked to Liu Qianxiu for a while, so he was sober a lot, and it became more difficult to fall asleep. It took Liu Qianxiu some time to coax him to sleep. After putting him to sleep, he got up and closed the door and went to the main hall.

In the main hall, the Yangmei wine was still alive, and Mu Wan lay on the table, his cheeks opened, his eyes closed tightly, his breathing was well-proportioned, and he was already asleep.

Xuan Qingzi drank all year round, and the wines he brewed were full of vigor. He had a little fever after drinking one cup, not to mention that she drank three cups.

The Taoist temple on the mountain at night, the breeze was cool, Liu Qianxiu stood in the main hall, looked up at the three idols in the middle of the hall, took a deep breath, got up and went over, and hugged the woman.

The woman in her arms is slender and slender, as light as a white feather. But it was this piece of white feather that touched his heart in the dust. He moved as little as possible, and she slept soundly until she was put on the bed without opening her eyes.

There was no light in the room, and the light from the main hall came through the window, and the sight became slightly clearer. Standing in front of the bed, Liu Qianxiu looked at her white and bright face, his throat moved slightly.

After a while, the man covered her with a thin quilt and got up and went out.

The stamina of bayberry wine was really great, she held up her spirit, and finally lost to alcohol. She was drunk and conscious of her obsession. Even in her sleep, she still tugged at the man's clothes and asked what the last sentence he said. Liu Qianxiu in the dream did not give her an answer, and Mu Wan woke up anxiously.

Opened his eyes, sweating, raised his eyes and looked out the window, there are still some dark shadows outside the window, the fog in the morning is diffused in the Taoist temple, and it is quiet and deserted not like the world. The air was a little bit cool, Mu Wan got up from the bed, took a coat and put it on, opened the door and walked out.

The case in the main hall of the Taoist temple burned incense, lighted and extinguished, and white smoke lingered. There was a sweeping sound from the door, and Mu Wan moved out in a hurry.

Qing Chan took the broom and swept up the leftover leaves. The leftover leaves rolled to his feet. He looked back and smiled when he saw Mu Wan. His cheeks that had become hot and red because of sweeping the floor were lovely and full of splendor.

"Sister, you are awake."

"Yeah." Mu Wan rushed out of the leg that could be retracted. She looked at the ground that had been cleaned up and asked, "Did you sweep this?"

Taoist temples don't have much entertainment. The little Taoist children read books all day in Taoist temples, sleep early at night and wake up early during the day. Holding the broom in his little hand, Qing Chan squinted his eyes and shook his head.

With her eyes slightly opened, Mu Wan looked back and glanced at Jianai. She was sure that there was no one. She walked to Qing Chan and leaned forward and asked, "Where is your junior?"

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Qing Chan asked.

Inexplicably, Mu Wan did not react. She had a hangover, but it was not uncomfortable. He shook his head, smiled and touched the ball on the top of Chan's head, and said, "It's not uncomfortable."

"That's weird." Qing Chan said with a smile, "Yesterday Junior Brother said that you were uncomfortable and a little clingy. You are not uncomfortable in the morning, so why are you clinging?"

Mu Wan's face blushed, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her cheeks were a little hot. Unable to look directly into Qing Chan's clear eyes, she said, "I'm not clingy."

"You were looking for Junior Brother as soon as you got up." Qing Chan pierced through it.

Mu Wan: "..."

Qing Chan didn't understand why she blushed, pointed to a path behind Lao Song, and said, "In the morning, Junior Brother will go to the cliff to clean up. You can go there to find him. He has been there for a while, and he should be back soon."

Since he was stamped and stuck, Mu Wan was not polite, and squeezed Qing Chan's **** again, the little guy said "Oh", soft and cute, not at all as calm as when he had just debated with her. She laughed, got up and walked towards the path.

She is easy to forget things when she drinks, and can't remember Liu Qianxiu saying yesterday that she was uncomfortable and clinging to others. But thinking about being in his arms yesterday, Mu Wan blushed a bit again after hearing him and Qing Chan say this.

Behind the old pine, there is a narrow and long path, and there are unknown wild flowers and grass on the side of the road. The mist was slightly cool in the morning, and Mu Wan had some dew on his calf. There was only one path, and there was no fork. Mu Wan walked forward for five minutes. With a cheerful sight, she saw Liu Qianxiu who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff.

He changed into a Taoist robe, the aqua-blue robe was rough, and it was generously wrapped around an exquisite and tall man. The sky is foggy, and the fish belly is white. The sun has not yet risen. The morning glow depicts the silhouette of a man, like a hidden master in a landscape painting, lonely, clear and tall, and ethereal.

His temperament is clear, clear enough to blend in with nature, like a mountain and a river between heaven and earth, without desire or desire.

Mu Wan was in a daze, his eyes moved slightly. When her thoughts were somewhat retreated, the man on the cliff looked back, his features were profound, his eyebrows were light, and he looked at her deeply.

Mu Wan seemed to be tempted, slightly licked his lower lip, got up and walked over.

Putting down the book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu stood up from the futon, and the robe fell under his long legs, tied around his waist, so that the man had a wide shoulders, a wide waist and long legs, and his body proportions were excellent.

He watched Mu Wan gradually approached, his eyebrows drooping slightly, and he looked straight into her eyes all the time. She looked up at him at first, and finally glanced at the futon on the cliff, the roots of her ears were reddish.

"You got up so early." Mu Wan looked back at him and chatted first.

"Yeah." Liu Qianxiu responded briefly, "Qingxiu has a more regular schedule than at home."

At the end of the chat, he was as light as before, and the air was still cold, and even the man who had been repairing in front of the cliff all morning was covered with cool mist.

Between heaven and earth, only Muwan is hot, not only hot, but also dry.

She puffed up, raised her eyes and looked straight at him, her bright and flushing eyes, like a little demon who had just been bullied.

"I have a question to ask you." Mu Wan turned his mind and said, "What you said to me last night, what you did to me...I remember it. I want to ask you, what did you mean yesterday?"

Her tone paused slightly, and the ending rose up to make herself look more imposing. Mu Wan's eyes fluttered, and she bit her lip to deepen her tone.

"You said you have **** desires, then are you **** or desire for me?"

The man's eyebrows drooped slightly, looking at her quietly, she also stared at him closely, her lips moved slightly, like melted garnet, bright red and moist, gorgeous and attractive.

He lowered his head and kissed softly.

The soft lips touched together, the world collapsed in an instant, Mu Wan's pupils shrank, her throat was a little dry, and her jaw was trembling.

Lips left, the man touched her forehead lightly, smiled, and asked, "What do you want?"

Lifting her eyes to look at his smile, her heartbeat hit her eardrums, Mu Wan's mind went blank. She wanted to say, but she couldn't say anything. She only knew that she was holding onto his robe tightly, because the kiss just now made her The body is a little soft.

The man reached out and hugged her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes were dark and bright. There was a smile at the corner of her lips, which moved her heart as she did for the first time.

He lowered his head, his lips touched her ears, and his voice was as low as water, like a clear spring hitting a foul, echoing in her ears.

"Whether you want love or desire, I will give it to you."

Mu Wan's heart exploded.

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