Hearing this, Xiang Zhihan coughed even more fiercely, and there was a layer of redness at the end of his eyes. His long and curly eyelashes were stained with tears. He looked a bit like a sickly young man, and he looked pitiful.
"No... no need. I'm sick. If I sleep with you, I'm afraid I'll give you my illness."
Jiang Buwan: That’s okay. If you act again, I won’t accept your move.
Let you freeze alone on the soft couch.
"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Jiang Buwan said and went to help Xiang Zhihan up.
As a result, instead of helping him up, she fell down and fell into Xiang Zhihan's arms. Her nose hit his hard chest, causing pain.
Xiang Zhihan snorted and asked, "Wanwan, are you okay?"
Jiang Buwan covered his nose and said angrily, "I'm fine."
Xiang Zhihan's body was frighteningly hot. When she fell into his arms, she felt as warm as if she were next to a furnace in winter.
"Husband, let's go." Jiang Buwan said, "I'm hugging you now, and I've already passed the illness."
Xiang Zhihan lowered his eyes, and Jiang Buwan leaned in his arms. Her skin was white and tender, like a shelled egg. A few strands of black hair on the top of her head brushed against his chin, making her He was a little itchy.
He lowered his head, and the two people's faces were getting closer and closer. Jiang Buwan's plain white hands were tugging at the skirt of his clothes. The room was extremely quiet, except for the flickering of candlelight, there was nothing else.
Jiang Buwan gently closed his eyes, and a soft and hot lips touched hers.
He didn't seem to know what to do, so he just clung to her tightly. Jiang Buwan quietly opened his eyes, only to see Xiang Zhihan looking down at her, with an indescribable look in his eyes, which seemed to be shocked, but also satisfied and confused.
His hands wrapped around her waist, getting tighter and tighter, as if he was trying to press her into his body.
Xiang Zhihan's breathing became a little heavier, and then he stretched out the tip of his tongue and gently licked her lips as if tentatively. Then, as if he had discovered a new world, he was out of control.
You must know that people who have been abstinent for many years, once the floodgates are opened, are like floods flowing across the country, never ending for thousands of miles.
It was just a kiss, and Xiang Zhihan held her in his arms and kissed her for a long time. When he let her go, Jiang Buwan felt that his mouth was swollen.
"Sorry." Xiang Zhihan looked at Jiang Buwan's slightly red and swollen lips, his eyes hurt and guilty, "Does it hurt? Do you want to apply some ointment?"
Jiang Buwan shook his head and said, "No need."
It was so funny that she had never seen a young couple whose lips were swollen from kissing and needed to be put on ointment.
Xiang Zhihan licked the corner of his lower lip. He didn't know whether it was guilt or dissatisfaction. He said in a hoarse voice, "I will restrain myself next time."
Jiang Buwan looked at Xiang Zhihan and held back his fiery eyes. Does your look look like you are trying to restrain yourself? He almost wanted to eat her alive.
Jiang Buwan deliberately teased him, "Husband, I have kissed you now, and I have already passed the illness. You should have no reason to refuse now, right?"
Xiang Zhihan's face turned red and he said, "Yeah."
Jiang Buwan discovered that Xiang Zhihan must be a sultry type, the type who clearly wants others to take the initiative.
The next day, Jiang Buwan looked at his lips in the mirror. After a night, the red and swollen lips last night were now back to normal, and there was no sign of swelling at all.
Jiang Buwan had a reasonable suspicion that Xiang Zhihan secretly used spiritual energy to help her recover last night.
After she dressed up, she went to Hongmeng Academy to teach the children as usual.
Nowadays, the children who listen to her lectures are getting older. She not only teaches them literacy, but also teaches some classics.
When the people in the town saw that she taught well, they would often take the initiative to give her some of their own things.
Although it is not a valuable thing, it is the affection and love of the people in the town for her.
When she first opened the academy, most people in the town didn't understand and were just watching the fun. But as time passed, everyone recognized Jiang Buwan's identity as Mrs. Jiang Buwan. There were even many parents who would say this to their daughters. , you should study hard now, and you can teach like Master Jiang in the future.
This is why she chose to take to the streets. She knows that there have been empresses and female Prime Ministers before this era. Although there are laws and regulations that women can also become officials, in the eyes of most people, girls only need to be raised to marry. alright.
But she only needs to set an example for everyone, an example that women can make money even on their own, and that women can choose what they like, and then other girls will gradually wake up.
Jiang Buwan sighed when he thought of this. Fortunately, Heaven is very fair when it comes to cultivation.
Regardless of men and women, if they have spiritual roots, they have spiritual roots, and if they don't, they don't. Therefore, in the world of immortality, the status of female cultivators is much higher.
As soon as she walked to the door of Hongmeng Academy, someone suddenly called her.
The voice was low and hoarse, and it sounded uncomfortable, as if someone was talking in your ear.
Jiang Buwan looked back, and saw a frighteningly white young man standing under the eaves. His seaweed-like curly hair was casually draped behind his head, his eyelids were light purple, and his facial features were beautiful, as if he had crawled out of a storybook. Sexy ghost.
Jiang Buwan looked up at the sky. Recently, handsome young men have appeared quite frequently in Qingshui Town.
"Come here~" The man weakly raised his arm and waved at her, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.
Jiang Buwan: If you are so weak, don’t do bad things like others.
"What are you looking for me for?" Jiang Buwan asked.
Seeing that Jiang Buwan was not attracted by him, he frowned in confusion, as if wondering why.
Jiang Buwan: He doesn’t look very smart either.
This evil thing can't only see its face, right?
Jiang Buwan admitted that she did not recognize the evil thing in front of her, and the evil thing would not come to her for no reason. It was probably related to Xiang Zhihan.
It's time to spice up your ordinary life.
Jiang Buwan thought this way, pretending to be lost, and slowly walked up to him.
This evil thing was startled instead. He took a step back, as if thinking, why did it suddenly have an effect again?
He looked at his hands in confusion. Could it be that he had been sealed for too long, and not only his actions became sluggish, but his spells were also sluggish?
Jiang Buwan: Maybe your brain is also slowing down.
Can this evil thing work?
Jiang Buwan looked at the evil thing who was scared away by her and complained secretly.
A pair of hands as cold as ice took her, and the evil thing's hands were ice-cold and slippery, like a ball of cold snot.
Jiang Buwan endured it for a long time before he could not shake him off.
The evil thing pulled her in front of him, staring at her with green eyes, and he suddenly said, "Your husband made me lose my love, and I want to let him taste this despair."
Jiang Buwan: So even the evil things in the lower world have become love brains?
Jiang Buwan said that she didn't understand the world. She didn't know whether there was a problem with her or with the world.
The gods in the upper realm are busy falling in love, and the evil beings in the lower realm are also busy falling in love?
