"Even if you really become the ugliest woman in the world, I will still kiss you." Duanmu Xiu stretched out his hand to put down the hairpin on her head, letting her soft black hair fall over her shoulders, and reached out to pick up a handful.
He put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said intoxicatedly: "It's this unique smell."
"Bad talker." She punched his chest again, but there was a sweet smile on her lips. Although his words were not beautiful sweet words, they actually made her feel warm. She suddenly thought of his physical condition.
She immediately retreated from his embrace and asked nervously: "How is your health? Will everything be fine in the future?"
"Don't worry, my condition is very good now. Just touch it and see if my body temperature is almost the same as that of a normal person." Duanmu Xiu smiled, grabbed her palm from the hem of her clothes and touched it into his chest.
Caressing his skin.
"Hey, it's true, your body temperature is the same as normal people. So, has the spell on you been released?" Xiahou Xiyue was so excited that she couldn't believe it was true. She saw from his smooth and elastic
I touched his chest all the way down. Really, the temperature on his body has changed to that of a normal person, which is great.
"Yan Shisan said that I have already died once. After I die, the spell has ended, and I will never have to suffer the torture of the spell again." Unexpectedly, I didn't die completely this time, but it was a blessing in disguise.
After Duanmu Xiu finished speaking, his throat tightened. He lowered his head and looked down. Her palms were still groping around inside her clothes. She felt a rush of heat rushing to her brain. He closed his eyes and spoke hoarsely: "
If you keep your hands on me, I can't guarantee that I won't kill you here."
"Uh..." Being reminded by his words, Xiahou Xiyue's face suddenly turned red. She quickly retracted her little hand that lingered on his body and explained awkwardly: "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to make sure.
, has your body temperature really returned to normal?"
"You don't need to explain, if you want to touch me, I welcome your touch at any time." Duanmu Xiu said, with a playful and evil smile on his lips.
"Everyone said it didn't mean that, don't think wrongly..." Did he think her face wasn't red enough?
"Did I mean anything? I just want to say that I welcome your fingers to measure the temperature of my body at any time. You are wrong, haha..." Seeing her embarrassed, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
Duanmu Xiu couldn't help but let out a low, pleasant and charming laugh.
"I can't defeat you. You always take advantage of me verbally and make fun of me..." Xiahou Xiyue turned around pretending to be angry.
"Xiao Yue'er, are you angry?" Duanmu Xiu hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and touched her delicate neck vaguely, teasing her ambiguously.
"Hmph." Xiahou Xiyue snorted heavily, indicating that she was angry now, and she was still very angry.
"Are you really angry?" Duanmu Xiu turned her body around, raised her chin, and saw that although she tried her best to pretend to be angry, there was a smile in the corner of her eyes. He stretched out a finger and pinched the tip of her nose, and smiled lowly.
He said: "You still laugh when you are angry."
"I'm not laughing, don't touch me." Xiahou Xiyue slapped his hand away and pouted. "Even if you really become the ugliest woman in the world, I will still kiss you." Duanmu Xiu stretched out his hand.
He put down the hairpin on her head and let her soft black hair hang over her shoulders. He reached out to pick up a handful of hair, brought it to his nose and took a sniff. He said intoxicatedly: "It's this unique smell."
"Bad talker." She punched his chest again, but there was a sweet smile on her lips. Although his words were not beautiful sweet words, they actually made her feel warm. She suddenly thought of his physical condition.
She immediately retreated from his embrace and asked nervously: "How is your health? Will everything be fine in the future?"
"Don't worry, my condition is very good now. Just touch it and see if my body temperature is almost the same as that of a normal person." Duanmu Xiu smiled, grabbed her palm from the hem of her clothes and touched it into his chest.
Caressing his skin.
"Hey, it's true, your body temperature is the same as normal people. So, has the spell on you been released?" Xiahou Xiyue was so excited that she couldn't believe it was true. She saw from his smooth and elastic
I touched his chest all the way down. Really, the temperature on his body has changed to that of a normal person, which is great.
"Yan Shisan said that I have already died once. After I die, the spell has ended, and I will never have to suffer the torture of the spell again." Unexpectedly, I didn't die completely this time, but it was a blessing in disguise.
After Duanmu Xiu finished speaking, his throat became tight
He tightened his grip and lowered his head to look down. She was still stroking her palms inside the clothes. He felt a rush of heat rushing to his brain. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "If you keep touching your hands,
I can't guarantee I won't kill you here."
"Uh..." Being reminded by his words, Xiahou Xiyue's face suddenly turned red. She quickly retracted her little hand that lingered on his body and explained awkwardly: "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to make sure.
, has your body temperature really returned to normal?"
"You don't need to explain, if you want to touch me, I welcome your touch at any time." Duanmu Xiu said, with a playful and evil smile on his lips.
"Everyone said it didn't mean that, don't think wrongly..." Did he think her face wasn't red enough?
"Did I mean anything? I just want to say that I welcome your fingers to measure the temperature of my body at any time. You are wrong, haha..." Seeing her embarrassed, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
Duanmu Xiu couldn't help but let out a low, pleasant and charming laugh.
"I can't defeat you. You always take advantage of me verbally and make fun of me..." Xiahou Xiyue turned around pretending to be angry.
"Xiao Yue'er, are you angry?" Duanmu Xiu hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and touched her delicate neck vaguely, teasing her ambiguously.
"Hmph." Xiahou Xiyue snorted heavily, indicating that she was angry now, and she was still very angry.
"Are you really angry?" Duanmu Xiu turned her body around, raised her chin, and saw that although she tried her best to pretend to be angry, there was a smile in the corner of her eyes. He stretched out a finger and pinched the tip of her nose, and smiled lowly.
He said: "You still laugh when you are angry."
"I'm not laughing, don't touch me." Xiahou Xiyue slapped his hand away and pouted.
