Qingcheng Juelian - two beating hearts close to 5000
Qinghe's eyes widened several times, and he pinched his fingers on his arms, exerting force so hard that they were almost embedded in his flesh.
But she just stiffened her back and didn't push him away, but slowly closed her eyes...
Her slightly covered eyelashes were long and thick, trembling slightly, and the blush on her cheeks added to the drunken color. Her thin white fingertips grabbed the clothes on his shoulders and tightened them little by little.
Her lips became sensitive and trembled under his kiss.
Something was flying wildly in her heart, running rampant, making it difficult for her to resist, so she could only raise her hands and surrender.
She began to respond to his kiss slowly, clumsily but touchingly.
Si Jue took a breath, and clasped the back of her head with one hand. His high nose pressed against her fair nose with absolute force.
The breathing of both of them was moist and rapid.
Two beating hearts, closely close together, are particularly beautiful.
Maybe a simple kiss can no longer suppress the surging emotions between each other.
Si Jue turned over slightly and placed her gently on the horse's seat. Qing He also straightened his back in cooperation and hugged his neck tightly with both hands.
Her breathing was messy, her cheeks were pink and her cheeks were dripping with pink, and she had a pair of big moist eyes, still wanting to speak, staring at him shyly.
Si Jue kissed the tip of her nose and rested his forehead on hers.
A big palm gently and affectionately brushed her long hair.
In Heisui's eyes, the deep and unbreakable deep affection was revealed in front of her for the first time since the two met again.
Qinghe's heartbeat was beating fast, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he covered his eyes. There was unconfidence in his eyes, but also excited expectation.
She was afraid that she had misjudged the deep affection in his eyes, and was also afraid that the hope would be wasted in the end. She was even more afraid that even if the deep affection was true, she would still not be able to respond to him.
Perhaps what she fears most is that even though they are deeply in love, the two cannot be together.
The huge sense of loss that suddenly surged in her heart made Qinghe's face turn pale, and the pain in her heart was obvious, stimulating her brain.
She suddenly raised her body and hugged him tightly.
She nestled her face deeply into the crook of his neck, hugging him very hard.
Her heartbeat was still very fast, but it was messy. Her soft body was trembling, clinging to him like a helpless child.
Si Jue looked down at her, but could only see her dark head.
But when she suddenly hugged him tightly, his arms hugged her just as hard, and his big palms gently patted her back.
He was full of fire|heat, but in the end it couldn't resist a small hug from her. Even if he was "wronged", he still wanted to respond to her and comfort her as soon as possible.
After a while, I felt the little man in my arms twisting slightly | his little head rubbed against his neck, wanting to raise his head, but seemed embarrassed to do so.
Si Jue curled his lips lightly, put his arm around her waist and saw her sitting up.
They are still sitting facing each other.
He reached out with his fingers and lifted her chin, making her look up at him.
Qinghe pursed her lips, her face was as red as a mandala flower in February, and she shyly flashed her long eyelashes and did not dare to look at him.
Si Jue raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and kissed her eyelashes, then leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the car, with a faint smile on his lips, and his dark pupils, staring at her quietly.
Qinghe's face became even redder when he saw him, and he pursed his lips uncomfortably, glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, swallowed secretly, twisted his throat, and whispered, "Um, do I want to go down?
"
This time she learned the lesson and did not act without permission, because after what she had just experienced, she deeply understood a truth.
That is, if he doesn't want her to go down, she shouldn't even think about going down, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!
that?
Si Jue frowned slightly, curled his lips and said, "Which one?"
"..." Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to figure it out.
He twitched the corner of his mouth.
Does he mind what she calls him now?!
I secretly sweated.
Qinghe lightened his throat and said, "Brother Jue..."
"...Hmm." Si Jue raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.
The corners of Qinghe's eyes also twitched, but a hint of sweetness flashed through his heart, and his eyes looking at him became much softer.
When Si Jue saw this, he was undoubtedly impressed.
He straightened up slightly, and his handsome cheek suddenly came closer.
Qinghe's face stiffened slightly, his eyes widened, he raised his head and said sarcastically, "Brother Jue..."
His hand suddenly reached over and stroked her delicate cheek, his voice was hoarse and his breath was warm, "Little kitten, let me let you go this time, next time..."
When he said this, he stopped.
His pupils were deep and dark, staring at her seriously.
Qinghe's heart trembled slightly, even though he spoke in a vague way, she understood.
Her cheeks turned white, her fingertips were slightly tightened, and she looked at him with doubtful and uneasy eyes.
Si Jue kissed her forehead and said, "Little kitten, don't be afraid. Just trust Brother Jue like you did when you were little."
"..." Thousands of threads were tangled in Qinghe's mind, and the emotions floating in his eyes were complicated and he hesitated to speak.
In the end, she just smiled slightly, lowered her head, and leaned obediently into his arms.
Si Jue looked at the little head lying obediently on his shoulder, his beautiful pupils were equally deep and unpredictable.
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After a day's journey, the two of them arrived at Huaying Town in the evening.
The carriage stopped in a secluded alley in Huaying Town. After getting off the carriage, Qinghe took a quick look and saw a tightly closed door deep in the alley.
The coachman drove away without making any further stops.
Qinghe looked at the back of the figure standing in front of her, wondering if it was her imagination. Ever since he entered the city, the aura around him had become much colder, and he had never said a word to her again.
Now, he was standing in front of her, his back straight like a tall cypress, but she felt that he was a little nervous.
Wrinkling his eyebrows, Qinghe took two steps forward, stood beside him, and turned his head to look at him.
His face was tense and his dark eyes were cold, staring at the door not far ahead.
Qinghe's frown deepened, and he reached out and gently pulled his sleeve, "Brother Jue, what's wrong with you?"
"..." Si Jue's eyes sunk slightly and he looked down at her hand holding his sleeve. That look was as cold as an ice knife.
Qinghe's heart trembled, and he loosened his hand slightly, pursed his pink lips tightly, and looked at him without speaking.
Perhaps she realized that she had frightened her.
Si Jue's eyes flashed, he held her hand and pulled her forward.
Qinghe followed him, watching him walk into the tightly closed door step by step. For some reason, his heart became nervous as the distance got closer and closer.
She didn't know who lived inside that door, which made him so nervous!
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The two of them stood in front of the door. Qinghe felt his hand tightening. He looked up at him and saw that he was adjusting his breathing slightly.
The originally tense handsome face gradually relaxed, the lines on his face were gentle, and his lips were slightly raised.
And the big palm holding her hand suddenly let go.
A gust of cold wind suddenly poured into the palm of his hand, and Qinghe's heart seemed to be blown by this cold wind, and he shrank slightly.
Then she heard the knocker knocking on the door.
After a while, the door opened from the inside.
Before Qinghe had time to look up, a joyful voice suddenly came over, "Senior brother..."
Senior brother?
Qinghe was stunned for a moment and looked up in surprise.
There was a pretty woman in a pink gauze skirt, with shy eyebrows and timidly looking at Si Jue.
Those eyes were big and bright, with long and black eyelashes. They were very beautiful. There was something familiar about these eyes.
She has black hair behind her back, casually pulled into a bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down on her chest. She has an oval face, fair and flawless, but her lips are pale and without any blood.
Overall, she is a very beautiful woman.
Her beauty is unassuming but cannot be ignored, giving people a peaceful and beautiful feeling.
Even though she didn't pay any attention to Si Jue from the beginning, Qing He couldn't deny her beauty.
Qinghe clenched his fists, pursed his lips slightly and looked at Si Jue.
Is she the one he says needs him?
She forced herself to ignore the sudden feeling that passed through her heart, but when she saw him taking a few steps forward and gently hugging the woman into his arms in front of her, she suddenly heard it and felt something in her heart.
Something broke.
"Did Fei'er be obedient when senior brother was away?" Si Jue looked down at her, his tone was like a parent's tone to their children, tolerant and caring.
Qinghe's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head slightly, no longer looking at the scene in front of him.
Mu Zhifei said nothing, but hugged his arm and led him into the house with a blushing face, never taking his eyes off his face.
Si Jue raised his eyebrows lightly, held her hand slightly, turned to look at Qing He, and saw her lowering her head, with her hands spread across her chest and stirring slightly.
He squinted his eyes.
He gently brushed Muzhifei's hand away and walked towards her.
The sudden appearance of white boots under his feet made Qinghe stunned and raised his head.
There was no unnecessary expression on his face, just indifference.
Si Jue's dark pupils shrank slightly, "Enter the room."
After saying that, he turned around, took Mu Zhifei's hand again and walked inside.
Qinghe froze on the spot, her heart felt cold, and she suddenly thought of just leaving.
But when she thought about the purpose of her trip, she just endured it.
And although the woman looked like an ordinary person, she noticed that the eyes she looked at Si Jue were very complicated, sometimes gentle, sometimes caring, sometimes hateful, sometimes afraid, sometimes chaotic, sometimes distracted...
It is difficult to see such chaotic emotions in the eyes of a normal person...
Furthermore, when a normal person sees her, he should give her a look, right?
But from the beginning to the end, she never looked at him. Even when Si Jue turned around to talk to her, she stared at Si Jue unblinkingly.
The moment Qinghe stood there and hesitated slightly, Si Jue had already walked in with the woman, without even turning his head to look at her.
Qinghe took a breath, ignored the sadness and depression in his heart, and walked inside.
As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Sijue holding the woman's shoulder lightly with one hand and standing on the stone steps in front of the door looking at her. Next to him, stood an old man with gray hair.
When the old man saw Qing He, his slightly cloudy eyes narrowed, he slightly lifted his clothes and walked towards her.
Qinghe glanced at Si Jue briefly, then turned his attention to the old man walking towards her.
"You must be the famous goddess doctor, right?" The old man had a kind smile on his face, and there was a clear light of hope in his eyes.
The word "you" came out of the mouth of an old man who was about sixty years old. Qinghe suddenly felt the pressure and smiled awkwardly, "It's just a rumor. I can also treat some minor illnesses. I really don't dare to be called a miracle doctor."
"A miracle doctor must not be humble. Although I have lived in seclusion in the back alleys for many years, it is not difficult to know something." The old man's eyes suddenly brightened and he stared at Qinghe.
"..." Qinghe was slightly startled.
His sentence "living in seclusion in the back alleys for many years" contains rich content.
She couldn't help but take a closer look at him, and saw that although he was over sixty years old, he had a strong body. When she saw him walking towards her just now, there was wind on his feet, and he looked like someone who had been practicing martial arts for many years.
Suddenly, he smiled at her again, turned sideways, and stretched out a hand towards the room, "Please, the miracle doctor."
"..." Qinghe frowned and smiled back. The moment he raised his head, he found that the door was empty. Someone who was standing at the door had left at some point.
Qinghe's eyes dimmed slightly, he took a breath and stepped towards the house.
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Qinghe walked into the room and happened to see Mu Zhifei sitting at the table, twisting a piece of pastry on the table and feeding it to Si Jue's mouth. Si Jue's eyes were gentle and he gently touched her head, "Fei'er, eat it, senior brother."
Not hungry.”
His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of scaring her.
Qinghe pinched his fingertips slightly and stood at the door.
Si Jue raised his head and looked at her, his eyes were deep and his expression was cold and unfamiliar.
Qinghe bit his lip tightly, feeling like he was having trouble breathing.
The old man who was following her saw her suddenly stop, and saw her pale face staring at Si Jue and Si Jue. His bright eyes flashed slightly, and he walked to her side and said, "Please, the miracle doctor."
Qinghe glanced at him and then walked forward.
Mu Zhifei kept staring at Si Jue, with the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, stubbornly twisting the cakes piece by piece for Si Jue to eat.
Every time she heard Si Jue's gentle voice say to her, "Fei'er eats," she would happily eat it, and then continue to repeat the act of feeding him cakes.
From the beginning to the end, Si Jue did not show the slightest hint of impatience.
Qinghe turned away slightly and looked at the old man, "Where is the patient?"
She guessed that it might be that woman, but she still thought it would be better to confirm.
But as soon as she asked, she saw the old man's expression changed slightly, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Mu Zhifei.
Qinghe was confused and frowned and looked over.
Then they saw Muzhifei holding his head in his hands, Qingmei's face suddenly became ferocious and terrifying, and he glared at Qinghe fiercely.
She grinned her lips slightly, and her teeth were sharp, as if they would rush up to bite Qing He's flesh in the next moment.
Her voice seemed to come from the bottom of a high cliff, sharp and accompanied by a low hiss, "I'm not a patient, I'm not, I'm not, ah... I'm not a patient, I'm not, I'm not.
....."
She stood up from her position suddenly while shouting, and lunged towards Qinghe with her claws open...
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[...Happy reading, girls! Guess the identity of this girl Muzhifei, guess Susu and add more, hahahaha!!! What a group! Come on, come on, not every time
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