Sleeping was a signal, and Zhihao hurriedly reached out to turn off the light.
After turning off the lights, there was naturally the sound of people taking off their clothes, accompanied by bursts of fragrance. Zhihao was intoxicated by the unique fragrance of the girl.
There is no doubt that in Zhihao's mind, sister Rouyu is still as pure as a girl, and she will always be like this in her heart, even though she has now become his own woman, a woman is still his own woman.
Rouyu may not be Zhihao's one and only, but Zhihao is definitely Rouyu's one and only. In the very traditional moral concept, as long as it is consistent to the end, it is pure and holy. Zhihao's identification of this aspect is clear and firm.
, then Rouyu will always be a pure and holy existence in Zhihao's heart.
What about Xueting? Zhihao doesn’t have any doubts at all. In fact, Zhihao has no qualifications to doubt at all. The word “suspicious” is used here with mixed meanings. Zhihao is just criticizing and appreciating. With Zhihao’s sensitivity
, there is absolutely no one else in Xueting's heart at this time. If there is anyone else, from the eyes with admiration and attachment for her brother, no matter how dull Zhihao is, she can still feel something, the passionate kiss she once had.
, the lingering fragrance lingers, and the mouth is filled with fragrance.
Of course, sometimes there is a little contradiction. For example, for Yu Ting, even though she has experienced other men in the past, her soul has become one with Zhihao. In Zhihao's heart, she is still as holy. There is no objection to this. It is Yu Ting.
Guiding Zhihao into the door of love will never be forgotten in this life.
The fragrance curled up and lingered around the beam for several days. Zhihao was naturally deeply intoxicated by it, but he was definitely not unable to extricate himself. Zhihao took off his long clothes and concentrated his thoughts. This was the best time to practice.
Speaking of the past few days, Rouyu was sitting in Zhihao's arms like a little bird every day. Even if Zhihao is a god or a saint, it is difficult to concentrate his mind and practice with a pure heart, not to mention the burning passion that is aroused from time to time.
How could Zhihao casually delay Qianjin's spring night? That would be too confusing.
Now, such an environment is very good. Zhihao's energy sinks into his Dantian from time to time, and his breathing is soft and slender, as if he has fallen asleep. The warm air begins to circulate in the body. Zhihao looks inside and sees the eight extraordinary meridians.
If there is a blockage, the heat flow will flow silently through the meridians like a trickle, slowly filling the whole body.
Suddenly, Zhihao was disturbed by an unusual noise. Zhihao had to concentrate on breathing, control his thoughts, and stabilize his breath in his dantian. He would not let it wander anymore, lest the breath go retrograde and go crazy.
The sound was extremely slight. Only someone as sensitive as Zhihao could detect the subtleties and respond to the sound.
It was an extremely slight caressing sound, a tender little hand, lingering between softness and fullness, reluctant to let go, followed by another white and delicate hand, gently pulling away, and then squeezing persistently.
Going up, Zhihao secretly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh out loud. In this situation, Zhihao could not break this delicate balance, and the balance seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch.
This naughty sister Rouyu, I wonder how embarrassed Xueting is right now?
Xueting finally whispered, suppressed, as low as possible, as if only she could hear it, "Get away..., pervert..."
Rouyu naturally chuckled lowly, as if she was particularly happy, suppressed happiness, and gave a low "boo" with the pride after playing a prank.
Xueting seemed to have finally endured it no longer. Zhihao heard a decisive hand push away gently, and a soft voice reached her ears. "Yu'er, you..."
Even though Rou Yu no longer invaded stubbornly, Zhihao still felt Xueting's anger and couldn't help but laugh secretly. He heard Rou Yu whisper "Shh" again, "Sleep, don't let...hear."
Return to calm, quiet night, so quiet that it feels empty and lonely.
After the two beauties laughed and joked lightly and silently, like slight ripples on a calm lake, they slowly returned to calm, embracing each other with a certain sweetness, and fell asleep. However, Zhihao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
, can only toss and turn, never turn sideways, lest turning over gently disturb the sweet dreams of the beautiful sisters and fall into shy embarrassment.
Zhihao could only put away his thoughts, and could no longer practice at this time. He was distracted and could not achieve the desired results. If he practiced forcefully, it would be counterproductive. Zhihao slowly evacuated the full energy from his Dantian, and his body gradually reached a calm state.
But Zhihao still couldn't calm down. The two beautiful sisters were so close at hand, and it couldn't help but be said that it was a beautiful scenery. At this time, Zhihao could only appreciate the elegance, and never have any leisurely thoughts. Besides, Zhihao was originally a lover of flowers.
Flower people.
There is always something that Zhihao thinks is a tacky formulation..., confusion, Zhihao clearly knows that he is not the Holy Spirit. But at this time, he can only pretend to be the Holy Spirit, not the Holy Spirit, at least a saint. This made Zhihao think of something
Allusions, allusions come from saints, the legendary Sage Confucius who has a thousand-year civilization.
There are elements of fabrication and deduction in it. Zhihao secretly wanted to laugh. How about a saint, let alone an ordinary person? Zhihao slowly relaxed and his expression was happy.
Zhihao thought of a very similar scene. The protagonists of this scene were Xueting and Yuting, a pair of beautiful sisters. It happened during an outing in the mountains in autumn, in tents two meters apart. Zhihao heard this in the middle of the night.
The sound lingered, as if it was right next to his ears. The mischievous Xueting, the gentle and quiet Yuting, Xueting was also aggressively violating Yuting at that time. Zhihao did not see it in person, but he could clearly judge from the sound.
What a similar scene, except that they were replaced by Rouyu and Xueting. Xueting changed her gentle and quiet role, with maternal and tolerance.
Zhihao sighed secretly, time has passed, things have changed, people have changed, and Yuting is no longer here, Xueting should be cherished even more.
In the early morning, after taking a shower and making breakfast, Zhihao whispered, "You two pack your things and I'll pick up the car."
Zhihao's meaning was very clear. He pointed it at Xueting. What could he and Rouyu have to do with him? He casually stayed in the hotel for two nights, and Rouyu only had a small bag with him. Xueting, she is working here for a few days.
Yue, there must be some luggage that needs to be packed.
The black Audi was indeed as shiny as new. Zhihao drove it for a test drive and was very satisfied. After paying, he drove back and went upstairs to see Xueting and Rouyu sitting quietly on the bed, silent.
Zhihao asked softly, "We can leave now. Have your things been packed?"
Asking knowingly, Zhihao already felt that the two beautiful sisters had been sitting here without moving. However, he still needed to ask this tactfully. Could it be that Zhihao asked Xueting directly, "Sister Xueting, aren't you willing to go with us?
?”
Rouyu said nothing, Xueting smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "There is nothing to pack."
There is no need to clean up, just tell Zhihao clearly, if you don’t clean up, you don’t want to follow him.
Zhihao sat silently by the bed, facing each other across the bed from his two beautiful sisters, and silently looked at Xueting. Xueting still had a quiet look on her face, gentle eyes, and a simple expression with no concealment of...complexity.
After a few minutes of silence, Zhihao stood up silently, slowly came to Xueting, and took Xueting's hand, solemnly.
"Sister Xueting, no matter what you are thinking at this time, I must take you away, and I will never let you wander alone again." Zhihao spoke solemnly, looked at Xueting, and said very emotionally, "Zhihao, I'm sorry.
You sisters, now is not the time to talk about this. I can only take you away and use my most sincere efforts to fulfill the responsibility of being an elder brother. Sister Xueting, can you fulfill brother Zhihao's kindness?
"
Xueting looked at Zhihao, calmly, her eyes slightly red, lowered her head, and after a few seconds, she raised her head and said in a low voice, "Let Xueting think about it... think about it."
How could Zhihao completely understand this hesitant consideration and the delicate entanglement of the girl's thoughts? Even if he did, how could he fully understand the complicated and lingering thoughts?
Rouyu, sister Rouyu really needs to say a few words at this time to break the silence here, which makes her feel slightly embarrassed.
"Sister Xueting, you know that if I hadn't met you, there would be no need to say anything. But now that I have met you, brother Zhihao will never sit idly by and do nothing. If you are not by his side, he will not feel at ease forever.
No." Rouyu took Xueting's other hand and said, "Sister Xueting, come with us, okay?"
Xueting still lowered her head, and her low voice was as thin as a hair and as quiet as a sound, "Yu'er, aren't you by his side...?"
