The cool breeze suddenly rose in the morning, with the sweetness of the vegetation. Mu Wan's ears were soft and she looked up at the man. He was also looking at her, just like the past and different from the past.

It turns out that the two of them are in love, and even the other person's eyes look at you are sweet.

Mu Wan grabbed Liu Qianxiu's Taoist robe, and his hands were covered with some cold air. Her breathing in her throat became hot, and she tiptoed towards his lips.

"Then I want to kiss..."

Before she kissed her, Liu Qianxiu raised her eyes and pressed her head in his arms. Her ears were against his chest, and her heartbeated. The man's voice seemed to be coming through the conch shell, and the echo made her numb.

"Qingchan is here."

Mu Wan hugged his strong waist with both hands, her face was so boring that it was dull, but she started to laugh softly.

Qingchan was afraid that Mu Wan would not be able to find Junior Brother Qianxiu, so he hurriedly followed him after putting down the broom, but he walked slowly with short legs. When he came over, he saw Junior Brother Qianxiu holding Sister Muwan in his arms again.

Junior Brother Qianxiu's expression was calm, as if he was used to dealing with this situation. It was also true that it happened once last night, and it was obvious that Sister Mu Wan was often held by Junior Brother Qianxiu like this.

The little Taoist boy stood still, his cloth shoes were dipped in some mud, and he asked, "Does sister feel uncomfortable again?"

The woman in her arms chuckled and bit his shoulder. Her small teeth gently bite, soft and itchy. Liu Qianxiu's Adam's apple moved slightly, looked at Qingchan with his eyes down, and said, "No, I just want me to hold it."

The teeth on the shoulders have a bite more force.

The world of Qingchan is too small, and I don’t understand why Sister Mu Wan still likes to stick to Junior Brother Qianxiu at such an old age. After all, he thought that only children like him were clingy and needed adults to coax them to sleep.

But since it was okay, Qingchan felt relieved and raised his head to Liu Qian to practice Taoism, "Junior brother, I'm hungry."

Qing Chan first returned to the Taoist temple, and his steps were getting farther away. Mu Wan got up from Liu Qianxiu's arms. He looked back at Qing Chan. The little guy's back had disappeared. Mu Wan turned around and looked up at Liu Qianxiu. His face was red and his ears were red, but his mouth was still very hard.

"I not only want you to hold it, but also want you to kiss..."

Before she finished speaking, the man held her cheek with both hands, his palms were dry and cool, Mu Wan's red lips slightly opened, and he looked at the man and lowered his head and kissed him.

Her mouth is not hard at all, very soft and hot, like ripe peaches, red hearts and pink, sweet and juicy.

After kissing her, Mu Wan couldn't stand still. Liu Qianxiu looked down at her with a deep look. He looked at the corners of her eyes filled with water and her lips that had not closed, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"What else do you think?"

It was as if consciousness had been pulled away from the body, and her whole body was numb. Mu Wan could not feel other feelings in her body. There was also the temperature of the corners of the man's lips on her lips. She looked up at him, her throat was dry, and finally she said in a trembling voice.

"I still want to have breakfast."

His eyes were slightly raised, and Liu Qianxiu looked at her calmly, his deep eyes gradually became clear. He snorted in his throat, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and held her hand.

He held his fingers together and closed his fingers. The man said as he walked, "Well, what do you want to eat?"

The sun finally did not jump out of the skyline, and the clouds were weaving in fine detail. When it was so heavy that the sky could not hold on, it turned into raindrops and fell.

As August approaches, autumn is about to begin, and the rain is not as fierce as July. The fine raindrops droop from the dark sky to the ground like crystal curtains, washing away the stone slabs in the yard clean.

The incense burner in the center of the yard was destroyed, the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain was not blocked, and the wind blew in, bringing the wet rain, which was cool and comfortable.

Mu Wan sat on the cushion, holding a book in one hand and supporting her cheek in the other, looking out. She sat opposite Liu Qianxiu, and Qingchan next to Liu Qianxiu, three of them were on the corner of the table.

After breakfast, before Mu Wan had time to have sex with Liu Qianxiu, Senior Brother Qing Chan urged Senior Brother Qianxiu to come to the main hall for morning class. Senior Brother didn't know much literacy, but fortunately he was steady and liked to listen to the allusions in "The Art of War". Back and forth, Mu Wan had memorized all the thirty-six strategies.

Their brothers were in the morning class, and she also brought the novel to join in the fun. The sweet and greasy Su Chongwen, the male and female protagonists, were in harmony with each other, and the interaction was so sweet.

Look at Liu Qianxiu again, with his eyes light and his expression cold. He lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. He was wearing a plain Taoist robe and looked like a gentleman. She was sitting opposite him, but he seemed to have never heard of it.

He said in the morning that he would give him what she wanted and what she wanted... Taoist Master Liu now has no connection with these two sentences.

Mu Wan withdrew his gaze and glanced at Qingchan. The little Taoist boy held his cheek with both hands, listened to Junior Brother Qian Xiu's story, with relish and his expression intriguing.

Turning the novel in her hand a page, Mu Wan lowered her eyes and looked at it slightly. Since she sat down, she was barefoot, just crossed her legs, and her feet couldn't detect the temperature. As soon as she took it out of her legs, she felt that the air was a little cold.

She remained silent, stretched her legs and tentatively tentatively, and finally touched a warm place.

"What we are talking about here..." The voice of the lecture opposite suddenly paused.

Mu Wan lowered her head, curled her lips slightly, and scratched her toes twice on his knees. Her white toes were painted with red elixirs, and she was cute and cute.

"What then? Junior brother, then?" Qingchan didn't notice it, and his little face looked at Liu Qianxiu anxiously and urged.

Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and the corners of the woman's lips opposite raised slightly, lowered her eyes to read the book, her expression remained unchanged. At the same time, her toes moved twice, light and itchy.

"Then..." Liu Qianxiu retracted his gaze and placed it on the book to continue speaking. At the same time, he reached out and held two unhonest feet on his legs.

The man's palm was dry and hot, and the force of holding her was not strong, but it seemed like he had grasped her life gate. The numbness surged from the soles of his feet to the tip of his heart. Mu Wan's heart trembled, raised his head urgently, and couldn't help but scream softly.

"Why."

She didn't break free, and the eyes of the two brothers were all on her. Mu Wan's body heated up and met Liu Qianxiu's gaze, and her eyebrows were furious. She thrust her feet and signaled him to let go with her eyes.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Qingchan asked with concern.

"I..." Mu Wan supported her hands on the short table, trying to keep her body balanced. Her face was hot and she was sweating. She looked at Liu Qianxiu and said, "I want..."

"She's feet are cold." Liu Qianxiu said lightly.

Mu Wan struggled and paused, and the man put his hand on her feet and changed his position. The originally cold soles of the feet gradually became hot because of the man's palms.

He was warming her feet.

Mu Wan's lips could not help but rise up.

"Ah? Then do you want to change your shoes..." Qing Chan said, and his little head was lowered a few times, ready to look.

Before he could get down, Liu Qianxiu straightened his body with his hands. Liu Qianxiu looked down at the book and said to Qing Chan, "No, it's already hot now."

It became hot in the blink of an eye? Qingchan was a little disbelief, so he turned to look at Mu Wan. Mu Wan looked at the boy's clear eyes, and the temperature in the soles of her feet spread to her body, making her restless.

"Yeah. It's hot." Mu Wan lowered her head and read the book, her voice was sweet and slight.

"That's good." Qingchan felt relieved and continued to listen to the class.

The main hall was filled with sandalwood and white smoke from the incense burner lingered in front of the statue of worship, with a sense of sacredness and ethereality. Mu Wan raised her eyes and looked at Liu Qianxiu. He was still talking to Qingchan, and his expression was still quiet and peaceful. Mu Wan's heart moved slightly and lowered her head and smiled.

The male and female protagonists in the book interact intimately, and they are sweet, but the sweetness of other people's love is not as good as the slightest thing she can feel now.

The rain drizzled all day, and they also spent the whole day like this. Breakfast, morning class, lunch, practice, supper, practice... It was very boring, but Mu Wan found a lot of fun.

Liu Qianxiu was still cold and abstinent. His performance was no different from usual, but it was a little more resilient than usual. A word or action made Mu Wan very moved.

After dinner, the Qingchan biological clock rang. Listening to the sound of rain and stories, he fell asleep on the table after a while. It rained for a day and gradually stopped. There was a ticking sound of rain on the window ridge, and in the Taoist temple with sandalwood, it was quiet and distant.

Liu Qianxiu hugged Qingchan and got up. Qingchan was not sleeping heavily, and after being hugged, he woke up. Seeing Liu Qianxiu, his furry little head rubbed his arms twice and called out to his junior brother.

"I'll go and coax him to bed." Liu Qianxiu lowered his head and said to Mu Wan.

The lights of the Taoist temple are light orange. On a rainy night, a man wearing a Taoist robe hugged a Taoist robe with a Taoist robe. The picture is cut open by the lights, with a heavy sense of movie filters, lonely and advanced.

"Okay." Mu Wan nodded and looked up at the two of them leaving.

It is not easy to let Qingchan fall asleep. This is the experience Mu Wan summarized today. Although the allusion is interesting, Mu Wan watched both of them fall asleep, but Qingchan still has bright eyes and full of energy.

She was right. After a quarter of an hour, the book in her hand turned a few pages, but Liu Qianxiu still did not come back. Mu Wan's feet had already been put back and sat cross-legged under her legs to keep warm. But her own temperature was not as hot as a man. When she touched him, her body was cool and dry, but when she was warm, it was warm.

There was still a man's warmth and delicate touch on his feet. Mu Wan's heart was slightly itchy and his face gradually became lustful.

How does he feel? Will he be the same as her?

She claimed that she was pretty skinny, but when she came to the field of love between men and women that she had never touched, she was rare and innocent. Mu Wan pinched the corner of the book with her fingers, and her fingertips were covered with pink.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the door of the side hall opened. Liu Qianxiu walked out and saw Mu Wan waiting for him in the main hall. She put her arms on the short table and lay forward and looked forward. After seeing him, her little head raised from the short table, with clear eyes.

It was false to say that he was not moved. Liu Qianxiu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and he stood up and walked to the main hall.

"He is asleep?" Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and asked.

"Yes." Liu Qianxiu walked to the side of the short side and sat down, and the woman at hand did not stretch her legs.

He raised his eyes and the woman opposite him lay on the short table again, like a soft and boneless snake demon, slender and slender. She looked up at him with a soft voice, with a cool and sweet feeling.

"I'm sleepy, too." She said, yawning a little, her eyes filled with mist, and she was shining.

Without putting down the book in his hand, Liu Qianxiu looked up at her and said, "Go to sleep."

The woman's eyelids drooped slightly, and she hummed twice. Her slender fingers gently touched the corner of the book on his hand, and her voice was tender and soft.

"I want you to coax you to sleep, too."

Her words were a tail sound, like white smoke spreading from the incense burner. Liu Qianxiu's eyes moved slightly. She looked up at him, waiting for his answer, and her eyes, which had been slightly narrowed due to sleepiness, also opened.

A pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, were clearly clear and bright, but they also brought some indescribable charm.

"Okay." Liu Qianxiu agreed.

Mu Wan laughed. She straightened her body from the short table and was about to get up, but Liu Qianxiu had already walked to her and hugged her horizontally.

Mu Wan said "Oh" and looked at him incredibly, his heartbeat accelerated. The man lowered his eyes and looked at her, his lips slightly pursed, and his voice sounded better than the sound of rain.

"We're going to start coaxing now."

Being carried out, Mu Wan's face fell on tiny drizzles, as if it had started to fall again. She raised her head and looked at the sky. The night sky washed by the rain was not decorated with stars, but it was even darker and purer.

Mu Wan hugged Liu Qianxiu's neck with both hands, leaned on his chest, and smiled sweetly.

The side hall where Mu Wan lives did not turn on the lights. Once the door was opened, some of the lights in the main hall were leaked at the door, making the black lights of the side hall thin, so that people could see clearly.

This is his room. He was familiar with the way. After finding the bed, he put Mu Wan up. Putting down Mu Wan, Liu Qianxiu wanted to let go. At this moment, Mu Wan's hands that hooked his neck increased their strength and hugged him.

The two of them met their eyes and flowed in the darkness, like a flint that produced a layer of fine and shallow and short Mars. In an instant, the hazy night became ambiguous.
To be continued...