"Is it interesting?"

In the quiet woods, the two of them walked silently holding hands, like a couple in love.

Murong Xiyao tilted her little head, bit her delicate lips lightly, and her eyes were a little angry.

"What's interesting?"

Qin Yang, who was thinking about how he was angry in the future, was stunned when he heard this and asked subconsciously.

Murong Xiyao said helplessly: "You were quite mature in the past. Although you were sometimes naughty, you have never been as naive as you did. Do you know that this will make you disliked by those people."

"I have to make them hate me. If I don't hate me, how can I improve my strength?" Qin Yang laughed.

Murong Xiyao was a little confused.

Is being hated by others related to improving strength?

This brain circuit is quite novel.

"Come on, don't think about anything else. Let's sit and chat for a while." Qin Yang took the woman's little hand, walked to a big tree and sat down, and said with a smile, "Since we met, we have rarely had the opportunity to be alone. We have to seize the time, otherwise when others come up in the future, there will be no time to cultivate feelings."

Murong Xiyao's pretty face turned slightly red, and she nodded, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

Qin Yang was a little confused when he saw the woman like this. After all, he was a girl who had lived for nearly a thousand years. Why was she so shy like a little girl?

When a woman is not proactive, Qin Yang is also a little restrained.

Murong Xiyao is still quite dignified and serious on weekdays. When the two first met, they looked very vicissitudes of life. Later, their temperament improved and they became much gentler, but the cold goddess temperament on their bodies cannot be erased.

Although Qin Yang is joking in his daily life, he looks very comfortable, but he is actually very nervous.

"Your hands are pretty good."

Qin Yang touched the woman's soft little hand, and gently pinched the other party's slender fingers as thin as onions. He felt that if this hand was playing the piano, even if it was not good to play, it would be a kind of enjoyment.

Not to mention imagining the sourness after holding the thing with this hand,

It should be very comfortable.

Murong Xiyao subconsciously pulled off her jade hand, with a hint of radiance between her neck.

Don't want to touch a hand?

Qin Yang was unhappy and slowly swam on the woman's body. Then he reached out and gently lifted up the other party's skirt, revealing a small piece of snow-white calves.

"What are you doing?"

Murong Xiyao quickly pressed down on the hem of her skirt and stared at Qin Yang with some anger.

"Communicate." Qin Yang touched his nose and showed a slightly ambiguous smile. "When Meng Yutong and I went out to relax, we were used to being closer, which proved that we did have feelings."

"But……"

"I just want to have a thoughtful communication. Sometimes physical intimacy can convey some emotions more than words." Qin Yang interrupted her and said a little aggrievedly, "Don't you want to take our relationship a step further?"

Murong Xiyao lowered her head and didn't speak.

Qin Yang tentatively grabbed her ankle, and the woman just shrank, struggled symbolically for a moment, and then stopped moving.

There is a chance!

Qin Yang raised the corner of his lips, hugged the other party's legs in his arms, and gently stroked it.

Click until it is

It is not too abrupt or monotonous.

Murong Xiyao slowly calmed down from the beginning of resistance, closed her eyes slightly, feeling the tenderness and coolness of the breeze blowing on her cheeks, and liked this atmosphere very much.

Fresh and sweet.

At this moment, she suddenly felt nostalgic, hoping that this scene could be maintained forever and enjoy this rare comfort.

After a while, a chill came from my feet.

Murong Xiyao opened her eyes and found that the shoes and socks on her feet had been taken off, revealing a pair of white and tender little feet. Qin Yang was holding a crystal high heel and putting them on her feet.

"you……"

Murong Xiyao subconsciously shrank her legs and said with a red face, "You are perverted, right?"

After being arrested and appeared, Qin Yang felt a little embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "I just want to see what you look like when you wear modern decorations. If you look so beautiful, if you dress up with modern clothes, will you have different temperaments."

“Not wearing it!”

Murong Xiyao put her shoes and socks on her feet and glared at him pretty.

She was about to get up, but Qin Yang stopped her: "Sit for a while, I promise not to do this time."

Murong Xiyao hesitated for a moment, hugged her knees with both hands, and was a little further away from Qin Yang, obviously treating Qin Yang as a pervert or pervert.

After a while, he found that the other party was not moving and did not speak. Murong Xiyao thought the man was angry, but when he looked up, he found that Qin Yang's pair of thief eyes were secretly looking at his collar.

Because I bent my body and hugged my knees, the collar inevitably stretched out, revealing most of the beautiful scenery inside.

She covered her collar and glared at Qin Yang angrily, "Can't you be serious?"

"How serious is it with a big beauty? What's more, this beauty is still my wife." Qin Yang said helplessly.

After hearing the man's second half, Murong Xiyao's angry expression faded again, she muttered a few words, and stood up and said, "Let's go, find a way to build a house first, otherwise you will have to sleep outside again."

After walking a few steps, I found that Qin Yang didn't follow him and was still sitting there.

Murong Xiyao frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Qin Yang was silent for a while and said softly: "Actually, I really want to cultivate a relationship with you, but I don't know where to start to erase the gap between us."

The woman was stunned.

She stared at Qin Yang in a daze, opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Qin Yang rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "What you like is me in the previous life, and I don't have Qin Rumo's memory, I just treat you as a new woman.

I also want to experience your feelings like I like Yutong, but I can't find the channel you belong to, and I can't really understand you.

You like me, but with the feelings of your previous life, I like you, just a simple touch and responsibility.

Sometimes it’s really nervous to be with you. I don’t know where this tension comes from, but it makes me feel uncomfortable. Even, I feel like I’m just a substitute.

Because every time you look at me, you are not looking at me, but at Qin Rumo again.

Maybe you think it's the same, but for me, it's a little... a little hard to accept, and even... disgusting."

Listening to Qin Yang's words, Murong Xiyao lowered her head, and didn't say anything, not knowing what she was thinking.

But her onion roots and ten fingers gently clenched her dress.

Qin Yang sighed: "Just as I said before, the previous life was a matter of the previous life. If everyone thinks that the wife or husband of the previous life should also be the wife or husband of the previous life, then the world will be in chaos.

I have been reincarnated. From a certain level, I am no longer Qin Rumo, I am Qin Yang, I am Bai Dixuan's son, I have my own thinking and family, and my own life.

And the person you are waiting for is actually dead, do you understand?
Chapter completed!