As smart as a soft song, how could he not know Ye Qingtian's little thoughts?
She looked at the Qingsha Demon and sighed as she thought of Ye Wuhen's lonely figure stumbling away in embarrassment.
She helped up the aventurine, looked at Ye Qingtian, and said: "Grandpa, just stop it. Don't go overboard."
With that said, he carried the groggy and drunk Aventurine towards the direction of Fengyue Pavilion.
Ye Qingtian stretched out his neck like a giraffe and looked out. When he saw that Qingge had already walked away, he smiled proudly.
He looked at the drunk Qingsha Yao, pointed his finger, and called the secret guard over.
"Put this girl into Wuhen's room." Ye Qingtian said.
The secret guard, whose face was covered with black cloth, picked up the gauze demon and rushed out of the window.
Ye Qingtian shook his head, "It's really not easy. You are already a long time old and you still have to worry about your children and grandchildren."
At this moment, Ye Wuhen stood in the pavilion in the courtyard. There were rare flowers and plants outside the pavilion. He took a sprayer, watered it, and murmured softly: "Beautiful flowers are for people to appreciate. If they are broken, they will be destroyed."
Far away."
Ye Wuhen put down the spray, closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his pupils were dark and bright, with no desire or love.
In the past, there was no one around him, and in the future, there will be no change.
Bang——
Like thunder, a huge sound sounded.
"Who?"
Ye Wuhen turned around and looked back, and saw a dark figure flying away from the corner of his eye. He was about to chase after him, but when he lowered his head, he saw Qingsha Yao, frowning and curling his lips, rubbing the painful buttocks.
Ye Wuhen paused in his steps.
He stood in the pavilion and looked at Qingsha Yao in surprise.
A drunken beauty has a unique charm.
Like an aged wine, people can't help but take a sip.
Ye Wuhen couldn't move his feet. Under the bright moonlight, he stood like that, looking at the Qingsha Demon with complicated eyes.
Qingsha Yao's abdomen felt uncomfortable, like a fire. She was in great pain, and the facial features on her face were all wrinkled together.
Ye Wuhen came back to his senses, and quickly stepped forward to help Qingsha Yao up. Qingsha Yao subconsciously wanted to slap her, but Ye Wuhen, who had already learned from the past, made a move like the wind, and suddenly grabbed Qingsha Yao.
The wrist of the yarn demon.
vomit--
Qingsha Yao vomited all over Ye Wuhen, but fortunately it was all alcohol.
Ye Wuhen didn't mind it at all, and helped her walk out of the hospital.
He also wanted to keep Qingsha Yao, but it was a bad reputation for a woman to have a man and a woman living together in the same room. Even if he couldn't be her husband, at least he would have to see her loved and pitied.
Qingsha Yao moved her steps and stood in front of Ye Wuhen, blocking Ye Wuhen's way. She opened her eyes wide, trying to see Ye Wuhen's face clearly, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, hazy and unreal.
He raised his hand and stroked the man's angular face, eyebrows, eyes, and nose. Finally, the hand with purple-black but white nails traced the shape of Ye Wuhen's thin lips.
Ye Wuhen was stunned as if someone had hit him with a hammer. His whole body was shaken and his limbs were tense. He looked at Qingsha Yao's face and swallowed hard.
After all, he is a normal man.
With the beauty in front of me, it is difficult to resist the temptation, let alone a girl who is attracted to me.
Qingsha Yao's eyes looked narrow and enchanting, but they were actually the eyes formed by her long stay in the darkness of the Qingsha clan. Now when she opened them slightly, they became bigger. After drinking, her purple-black pupils were no longer there.
A bit charming and charming, but more pure and cute.
His eyes were filled with mist, and a smile gradually appeared.
Suddenly, Qingsha smiled charmingly.
At least at this moment, the veiled demon in Ye Wuhen's eyes is charming.
The spring breeze is not as good as yours.
The bright moon and sunset cannot describe your charm.
Ye Wuhen stretched out his hand and hugged Qingsha Demon's waist. With a push, Qingsha Demon came close to him. During his breathing, the hot breath sprayed on Qingsha Demon's face. Qingsha Demon only felt itchy and wanted to
He raised his hand to grab it, but accidentally rubbed it against Ye Wuhen's sharp chin.
Ye Wuhen's breathing was rapid, and his deep eyes were a bit dark, dyed with a sharp color.
Qingsha Yao tilted her head, blinked her eyes, smiled, then stretched out her hand, hugged Ye Wuhen's neck, stood up on tiptoes, and touched Ye Wuhen's lips.
Ye Wuhen's eyes were bloodshot, and the soft, watery touch on his lips made him sink, sink, and die as if he had been drugged.
The veil demon was like a child discovering candy, licking it cautiously but mischievously, as if exploring a new mystery, the hot breath rolled into Ye Wuhen's lips and teeth, Ye Wuhen finally couldn't help it, and turned into a child.
Passive became active, as if he wanted to eat her up until she was almost suffocated.
"It hurts-" Qingsha Yao murmured in an angry voice.
A wisp of bright red blood slid down the corner of his lips.
Ye Wuhen looked at her distressedly.
Qingsha Yao glared at Ye Wuhen angrily, suddenly spread her hands, and said arrogantly: "I want a hug."
Such a light gauze demon would melt Ye Wuhen.
He picked up Qingsha Yao and wanted to walk towards the inner room, but he still walked out.
He wanted Qingsha Yao to be good, but what was more important was his heart. He could not do things that disgusted Qingsha Yao in such an unclear, half-drunk and half-awake situation.
Qingsha Yao was held in Ye Wuhen's arms, with her chin resting on Ye Wuhen's shoulder. Her eyes wandered, as if she saw something exciting, and she bit it lightly.
The hot feeling from the earlobe shot through the limbs like lightning.
Ye Wuhen looked helplessly at Qingsha Yao.
Qingsha Yao fell asleep and found a comfortable position in Ye Wuhen's arms, sleeping on his chest.
Ye Wuhen seemed to have had a seizure, and he flew out from the high wall of Ye Mansion, and then walked in circles around the mansion tirelessly.
He really wanted to send the Qingsha Demon back, but he couldn't bear to part with the beauty of this moment.
Therefore, he held her unconscious and walked under the moonlight.
Listening to Qingsha Yao's soft whispers while sleeping soundly, Ye Wuhen's heart has never been so satisfied as it is now.
Suddenly, Ye Wuhen looked down and saw that Keren'er's face in his arms was covered with tears.
She closed her eyes, with tears streaming down her face, clutching Ye Wuhen's clothes with both hands, shaking her head desperately, "Don't... don't touch me!"
"ah--"
Like a wild wolf deep in the mountains and old forests, the Qingsha Demon roared like a monster, heartbreaking until it became hoarse.
Ye Wuhen sat down beside her, patted her back, and comforted Qingsha Yao, "Be good, it's okay, it's okay..."
Qingsha Yao gradually calmed down, but her body was trembling, and she whispered: No, no...
Ye Wuhen didn't know who wanted to touch her, who made her so afraid, and who made her collapse so much, but Ye Wuhen felt heartbroken.
He thought of Qingsha Yao's disgust that day. Perhaps it wasn't Ye Wuhen that he hated, but that he hated the touch of any man.
Ye Wuhen seemed to have thought of something, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his original state.
He lowered his head and touched the woman's trembling red lips lightly like a dragonfly. Then he held her in his arms, passed over the high wall, walked into a courtyard, and put her on the bed.
Before leaving, Qingsha Yao stretched out her hand and grabbed Ye Wuhen's wrist.
Ye Wuhen turned around and looked at Qingsha Yao.
The woman on the bed opened her eyes, as if she had regained her clarity, and stared at her, but in an instant, they became hazy again.
Ye Wuhen sat down on the edge of the bed, and Qingsha Yao fell asleep peacefully.