"Yes, that's it. Take more care of your head."
"Good, that's it."
Zhang Ji lay half-lying on the couch with satisfaction, watching Da Siming kneeling on the couch and bending down.
As expected of the elder of the Yin and Yang family, he often practices and uses Yin and Yang spells, often performs seals, and his finger flexibility is far superior to ordinary people.
She is weak and boneless, but has strong muscles developed due to long-term seal formation.
The soft and smooth little hands moved around, and the delicate palm lines and the flexibility of the slender jade fingers stimulated Zhang Ji's sensitive nerves.
Seeing the happy expression on Zhang Ji's face, Da Siming really wanted to give this bastard a yin and yang hand seal.
But she didn't dare.
Zhang Ji has full confidence in controlling people's hearts.
At first, she used a combination of coercion and inducement to conquer Mrs. Hu, who was devoted to her daughter but was weak and could be bullied.
For Tide, who likes to control others and is arrogant, he chooses to pretend to be a little white rabbit and be bullied by Tide.
As for Da Siming, she was afraid of death.
In other words, Da Siming was unwilling to die because of such a thing.
She could die fighting for the Yin Yang family, or die at the hands of her enemies, but she could not accept that she would die together because of revenge, or that life would be worse than death.
She also wanted to practice Onmyoji to a more advanced level, but she didn't believe that she could really only stop at the top level.
"Da Siming, it seems that you are not good at it. Even my wives and concubines who don't know martial arts are inferior to me."
Although the comfort level is good, Zhang Ji is not done with Da Siming's actions, but is accumulating comfort.
Suddenly, a hot feeling came.
It felt like a granary being invaded!
Da Si Ming's slender jade-green fingers reached in and touched the warehouse, as if to facilitate logistics transportation, but in fact he was preparing to steal food and grass.
Zhang Ji really didn't expect that Da Siming had some talent in the art of war.
"Sun Tzu's Art of War" says: An army without baggage will perish; an army without food will perish.
Da Siming actually thought of attacking the granary first!
Unlike ordinary women, as the Minister of Fire, the internal force in Da Siming's body is naturally of the fire attribute, which keeps Da Siming's hands warm at all times and can even become hot.
At this moment, Da Siming's hand was extremely hot, and Zhang Ji felt as if he was going to be set on fire by this hand.
This fairy is quite powerful!
Seeing Zhang Ji's expression gradually starting to lose control, a proud sneer appeared on Da Siming's cold and proud face.
But that's it!
Da Siming took advantage of the victory and pursued Zhang Ji, taking advantage of Zhang Ji's carelessness to defeat him in one fell swoop.
Rumor has it that once a volcano that has been dormant all year round erupts, an extremely serious volcanic eruption will occur.
The hot lava fell on Da Siming's delicate and slender jade fingers, and a lot of stickiness penetrated even between the fingers.
broken!
I have become someone like Yuan!
Although it is a granary, it is not a black nest!
"That's it?"
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Da Siming's mouth, and the cold and arrogant voice only said two words, just like her original intention of mocking, the content was brief.
"It's not over yet."
Fortunately, Zhang Ji, who inherited the exquisite military skills from Bai Qi, had the habit of thinking about defeat before winning, so he had two granaries.
In troubled times, when there is food, there are soldiers.
As the grain and grass were transported to the military camp, the troops were quickly replenished, and Zhang Jixiong was confidently preparing to fight again.
But... Zhang Ji had to admit that talent is really important.
Those bright red jade hands, like the hands of gods, glowed with a bright red light from Zhang Ji's perspective, causing Zhang Ji's mind to go blank for a while.
Fortunately, Da Siming was on the battlefield for the first time, but he was exhausted and fell down on the charge. Just like the Zhou Dynasty, which prided itself on the virtue of fire and liked to wear red, it was eventually destroyed by the Qin State, which respected black. The red was surrounded by the black as strong as the forest, and fell into the dark forest.
Da Siming, whose hands were so weak, bit his moist red lips, looked at Zhang Ji who looked slightly satisfied, and said in a deep voice: "Next time, I won't lose again!"
"Um."
Zhang Ji nodded perfunctorily and rested his head on Da Siming's soft belly. Waves of fragrance surrounded his head, which made him feel very comfortable.
However, when Zhang Ji came back to his senses, he suddenly felt something strange.
"Um?"
He just remembered that someone said that this was the only time, the co-author... was the only one who lost?
Da Siming is so arrogant that he hopes to do well no matter what he does, even if it is a matter between men and women, he even forgets his original idea, just because of his unwillingness to admit defeat.
"Next time, you still can't do it."
Zhang Ji secretly laughed, but did not point it out. Instead, he used a clumsy and simple provoking method.
But it has to be said that the simpler and cruder the method, the less likely you will be wary.
Zhang Ji stretched out his hand and gently brushed Da Siming's soft cheeks, caressing the silk-smooth black hair, grabbed the wooden comb on the dressing table with his inner strength, sat up and combed Da Siming's hair due to the absurdity just now. Some messy hair.
"Sit in a different position. It will be easier for me to comb your hair."
Regardless of Da Siming's will or not, Zhang Ji held Da Siming in his arms. Da Siming didn't know why he didn't resist. He just grabbed Zhang Ji's clothes with both hands and sat sideways with his legs. Zhang Ji looked at each other and watched Zhang Ji's movements holding the wooden comb.
Zhang Ji took off the silver headband and hairpin, untied the red ribbon tied to the hair, and completely pulled off the long, smooth hair.
The wooden comb gently passed through the brown hair, combing the messy long hair into order little by little.
Da Siming's hair is soft and smooth, and as long as it is combed well, there will be no split ends. Zhang Ji combed it bit by bit, gently and very patiently.
Da Siming felt a little uncomfortable as he felt the hot breath exhaled from a short distance away and the masculine smell of men permeating his body. She raised her head slightly, and her narrow eyes observed a deep tenderness and affection in Zhang Ji's eyes.
For no reason, Da Siming decided to endure the uncomfortable close distance for the time being.
Well, Zhang Ji took so much advantage of her, how could she not get some benefits?
Some people are working as free labor, don’t give it up for free!
However, Da Siming seemed to have forgotten.
A woman's hair, apart from her parents, can only be touched by her husband.
Looking at each other in silence, Zhang Ji combed gently until the last strand of hair was separated and combed, and then he put down the wooden comb in his hand.
Zhang Ji shook his sore wrist, wrapped the red ribbon around Da Siming's long hair, and tied up the high ponytail that Da Siming usually wore. A silver hairpin was passed through the hair to secure it. The hair is fixed on the top of the head with the silver headband, leaving only two red ribbons swaying in the breeze along with the ponytail.
Of course, Zhang Ji did not forget to leave the long bangs falling from his forehead for Da Siming.
Zhang Ji put his hands on his hips and nodded with satisfaction at his masterpiece.
"Okay?"
Looking at the smiling face so close to him, Da Siming turned his head and snorted.
"It's so-so, better than a dog's."
Zhang Ji did not refute Da Siming. Da Siming, who had always been cold and arrogant, did not realize that his cold mask had long been broken.
The eyes that were always full of aggression also became softer. Once the arrogant and cold face lost these two expressions, it became extremely obvious, and the few rouge-like clouds floating on Da Siming's cheeks highlighted her. The best evidence of being in a great mood at the moment.
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