Duan Wujiu and Liu Zhiheng stood in the snow and kissed.
The two guards in purple and black looked at each other for a moment, and the remaining two guards were also stunned.
The master said that no matter what, he could not be allowed to do anything to hurt Miss Heng. Even if they tried their best, they could not stop the master, so they had to fight for their lives.
However, as soon as the master came up and kissed Miss Heng, the guards were stunned. Is this... considered an injury?
The other three people all looked at Ziyi.
Zi Yi was the eldest among the group of people, and Zi Yi also looked speechless, but he didn't say anything. He waved his hand to let the group of people back off, and then secretly closed the window and courtyard door for them.
"What should we do now?"
Ziyi thought for a moment and said, "Stay away."
The three of them flew away and each hid in the heavy snow, while Ziyi stayed on the roof.
Duan Wujiu kissed Liu Zhiheng, and the two of them stumbled into the house, and Liu Zhiheng even closed the door behind him.
In the room, Duan Wujiu kissed Liu Zhiheng like crazy. He had kissed Liu Zhiheng before, but he had always done so with restraint, not like today, like a violent storm.
Liu Zhiheng's mouth was swollen from the kiss, but she could feel Duan Wujiu's pain and panic.
Duan Wujiu threw Liu Zhiheng on the bed, came over to him again, and kissed him.
Suddenly, Duan Wu Jiu suddenly let go of Liu Zhiheng. His eyes became clearer, he looked at Liu Zhiheng and stood up suddenly.
"Xuelang..." Liu Zhiheng stood up and approached Duan Wujiu.
When Duan Wujiu suffered from hysteria, he was not completely confused, but he was sober and confused.
When he realized that there was an uncontrollable violence in his heart that made him want to kill and destroy everything, he pushed Liu Zhiheng away.
"Stay away from me! Get out!"
When Liu Zhiheng saw Duan Wujiu's appearance, he was not afraid, but felt heartbroken.
She crawled over, stretched out her arms and hugged Duan Wu Jiu.
"I will stay with you when you are sick in the future, okay."
…
Duan Wujiu was in a daze, feeling that his mind was filled with red, but vaguely, he could hear Liu Zhiheng's voice.
…
"Xue Lang, I know you won't hurt me, right?"
…
The next moment, Duan Wu Jiu pressed forward again and kissed Ah Heng crazily. The blood redness in his mind faded and turned into an endless hunger.
He had the urge to swallow Ah Heng completely.
Liu Zhiheng saw that the confusion in Duan Wujiu's eyes had dissipated, and he firmly held Liu Zhiheng's waist with both hands.
"A Heng, is it okay? I want A Heng, is it okay?"
Liu Zhiheng nodded, stretched out his hand and put it around Duan Wujiu's neck...
Ziyi, who was guarding the roof, only hated himself for having such good ears and kept hearing the sounds coming from below.
His face was red, and he finally couldn't listen anymore. He used his body skills to fly away quickly, far away from the cabin, maintaining a distance that could be seen but not heard...
In the room, the two figures intertwined.
Liu Zhiheng can distinguish when Duan Wujiu is crazy and when he is sober. When he fell into madness, his eyes were scarlet, like a wild beast, and he would pinch her and ignore her; when he was awake, he was extremely gentle, and would coax her in all kinds of ways while saying tender and sweet words.
In a daze, Liu Zhiheng shamefully had the illusion that there were three people on the heated kang...
Everything didn't stop until both of them were covered in sweat. Liu Zhiheng felt his throat hurt from shouting and asked for water in a hoarse voice.
Duan Wu Jiu stood up and poured water for Liu Zhiheng almost subconsciously. He walked to the bed without any hair, his long black hair hanging down on his body, half-covered, making Liu Zhiheng embarrassed to look at it.
Duan Wujiu poured some water for Liu Zhiheng, but Liu Zhiheng couldn't even hold the water cup steady now. Duan Wujiu held Liu Zhiheng's chin and poured water into her while keeping his eyes on the corner of her mouth.
There was water leaking from the corner of his mouth, Duan Wujiu didn't waste it, lowered his head and licked the water clean.
With a splash, the water cup fell to the ground, and Liu Zhiheng was pinned down again...
This time, Duan Wu Jiu was awake the whole time, he kept coaxing her, coaxing her to speak out, coaxing her to say all the things he wanted to hear, and then Duan Wu Jiu kept whispering in her ear again and again. explain.
Saying how much he likes Ah Heng...
Liu Zhiheng fell asleep in a daze. He was so tired that he almost fainted. Duan Wujiu's physical strength was really good. If she hadn't been in good health, she might not have been able to withstand the torment.
While half asleep and half awake, Liu Zhiheng seemed to hear cries. She stood up in a daze and saw Duan Wu Jiu in the corner of the heated bed, wearing a thin middle coat, huddled there, like a child, whining and crying.
Liu Zhiheng realized that he had fallen ill again, just like the last time he fell ill. He changed into two appearances, one was manic and violent, and the other was pitiful.
Duan Wujiu's eyes were dim with tears, and his phoenix eyes were clear and innocent. They should have looked pure, but they looked charming because of the tear mole.
Especially his skin, which is as white as snow, is a little red due to excitement, making him look even more pitiful.
For some reason, Liu Zhiheng had an evil thought...
In fact, she had always wanted to know what it would be like for Xue Lang to cry in bed.
So Liu Zhiheng stretched out his hand to hook Duan Wujiu.
Facts have proved that neither the crazy Duan Wujiu nor the pitiful Duan Wujiu can resist hooking up.
Poor little Xuelang was hooked onto the bed by Liu Zhiheng again. He cried and hugged Liu Zhiheng, begging his sister to hurt him and to save him.
Liu Zhiheng felt so happy that he felt so happy that he held Duan Wujiu's face and kissed it carefully.
But the little puppy is also very fierce. He was very confused at first, but later he seemed to be self-taught. He was really like a puppy, pestering Liu Zhiheng, asking his sister to love him again.
Looking at that gorgeous face with tears in her eyes and a blush on her face, who can say no?
It’s not like I just follow him no matter what.
"Xuelang is the best, my sister loves you, be good..."
However, in the next moment, the poor little puppy turned into a hateful big wolfdog. Duan Wujiu's eyes changed, his eyes were deep, and there were hot and turbulent emotions in his eyes.
He woke up again, and gently licked the tears that fell on the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, curled the corners of his lips, smiled maliciously, and then turned over without any refusal and pressed Liu Zhiheng under him again.
"Okay, Ah Heng bullied me..."
Liu Zhiheng quit and wanted to push Duan Wu Jiu away.
"Not coming, not coming."
"No..." Duan Wujiu bit Liu Zhiheng's shoulder, "Ah Heng just said he would love me, so don't keep your words..."
"Then I just want to keep my words?" Liu Zhiheng muttered.
What she wants is a weeping puppy, not a meat-eating wolf.
"If Ah Heng doesn't keep his word, he will be punished."
…
Liu Zhiheng was woken up by a warm feeling. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was soaking in the bathtub. When he looked up, Duan Wujiu was bathing himself, but he was really tired, so he fell asleep again. He stood and let Duan Wujiu clean up after him.
Duan Wu Jiu was now completely awake and knew that he was sick tonight.
In fact, he had some memories of the time when he got sick, but they were really blurry and completely out of control, which was why Ah Heng's body was covered with traces.
After being cleaned, Liu Zhiheng was carried back to the bed
Late at night, it started to snow again outside.
There was only one lamp lit in the room, and in the dim light, Duan Wujiu grabbed Liu Zhiheng's feet and pulled her over.
Liu Zhiheng opened his eyes drowsily and said angrily: "What are you doing again?"
"Don't worry, I won't trouble you anymore. I just want to see if there are any injured."
Duan Wujiu pulled Liu Zhiheng's legs apart and took a look. Sure enough, they were swollen.
Liu Zhiheng was still arrogant and turned his face away, not daring to look at Duan Wujiu. He kicked Duan Wujiu away, blushing terribly.
"I'll be fine after I take a nap." Liu Zhiheng said in a low voice, "You don't have to worry about me."
At least according to the setting in the book, any injury she suffered would heal faster than others. Otherwise, later she was imprisoned in the backyard by Xie Tinglan, and she would not have been tortured by the concubines in the house for ten years before she was as skinny as a stick. The ground died.
Duan Wu Jiu came up to her again, kissed her face carefully, and coaxed: "I was too excited before, don't worry Ah Heng, I will be gentle in the future."
Liu Zhiheng's face turned even redder. She also felt a little appreciative and was so moved by the kiss that she pulled Duan Wujiu over and hooked his neck.
"Then let's see how gentle Xue Lang can be."
Xue Lang is indeed gentle and sober, and he knows how to restrain himself, only with his hands.
The smell in the house is really unbelievably pleasant.
Liu Zhiheng was already in a daze, and he inserted his ten fingers into Duan Wujiu's long, silky hair, holding his head and calling his name again and again.
Duan Wu Jiu felt that the secret and shameful wish deep in his heart was finally fulfilled.
There is such a person in this world who completely accepts her.
Unable to restrain himself, he pushed forward again. The two of them rolled to the window and pushed it open.
The world was completely white, and two figures in the house were intertwined.
…
Early the next morning, when Liu Zhiheng got up, he was refreshed and didn't feel any discomfort at all. He glanced at Duan Wujiu who was still sleeping holding him, and their hair was intertwined, as if they were Can't be solved.
She carefully tried to move Duan Wujiu's arm holding her, but Duan Wujiu woke up as soon as she moved.
"Yukiro, you're awake."
Seeing that Duan Wujiu didn't speak, Liu Zhiheng thought he was still confused.
"Let's get up, I'm already hungry..." Liu Zhiheng's voice was still hoarse, and his smile was as bright as the scorching winter sun. "Can you make me something to eat?"
Duan Wujiu looked at Liu Zhiheng, his eyes cold and cold.
"Who are you? Why are you lying in my arms..."
