Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

At noon, Caolu told him his origins. Zhu Jiu knew that the only thing he had on him, besides a sword, was a treasure bag filled with magic weapons.

No change of underwear.

He got out of bed, took out his clothes from the next room and handed them to Caolu.

"You're about the same size as me. These are all brand new. You can try them on."

A grey plaid pajama set with a dark blue piece of fabric folded into small squares.

Caolu turned his back to Jingzhi, picked up the small piece of cloth, and was speechless.

Do you really want to wear it?

Still in her room.

Before I even changed into the thatched hut, a feeling of shame came over me.

He leaned closer to Zhu Jiu, "Don't you have any ordinary underwear? No need for patterns, just solid colored pants will do."

Zhu Jiu chuckled, and suddenly found this conservative old man quite amusing. "I don't have any underwear at home, and hers doesn't have any either."

"The kind of thing you're talking about is probably only available in the crew right now."

Caolu: "Then... forget it."

Through her memory, Caolu realized that the organization called "drama crew" was a drama troupe.

The way he is dressed now looks like he has walked out of a theatre troupe.

She took the clothes and went into the bathroom next door. Caolu first filled a bathtub with water, soaking herself until her clothes were almost wrinkled and her skin was broken, and then she came out.

Looking at his unshaven self in the mirror, Cao Lu pursed his lips, picked up the razor on the shelf under the mirror, studied it for a while, and then gently placed it on his chin...

……

Ten minutes later, looking at Cao Lu, who was dressed in a fresh outfit but had her hair tied up in a bun, Jingzhi laughed to herself.

She moved gently to the edge of the bed, straightened her upper body, gently pulled out the hairpin on his head and put it aside.

His hair, slightly damp from the steam, instantly fell down and rested softly on his shoulders.

He carefully shaved off the messy beard, and his chin, which had not seen the sun for a long time, turned slightly white.

Her delicate fingertips gently stroked a noticeable scratch on his chin, and she frowned, feeling a little distressed.

"If you're not used to using Jiu's things, tell me and I'll help you."

"Also, I will respect your personal opinion. Your body and hair are inherited from your parents. I understand how important your hair and beard were to you in your time. You don't have to change yourself for me."

"……it is good."

She guessed it right at once. Caolu lowered her eyelashes a little embarrassedly and pushed her messy hair aside.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, he didn't get carried away and cut out his long hair.

Slightly damp hair is blow-dried.

The sloppy puppy turned into a furry lion dog.

Caolu opened her innocent eyes and looked at Jingzhi and Zhu Jiu who were laughing together, and she pulled her hair back a little embarrassedly.

He glanced at Jingzhi with grievance, "What are you laughing at?"

"My hair is a little ugly, isn't it? It's naturally messy. If you don't like it, I can cut it..."

"No cutting!"

Jingzhi climbed out of Zhu Jiu's arms, rubbed her cheeks that were sore from laughing, took off the black rubber band on her wrist, and tied it loosely around his neck twice.

"Are you angry?" Jingzhi gently tapped the corner of his drooping mouth and explained softly: "I'm smiling because I think you're cute."

Caolu: "...I'm already forty-five, and how can a man be described as cute?"

"I just think you're cute!"

Jingzhi hugged his head and kissed his forehead.

Looking at his suddenly blushing face, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his lips gradually moved down...

Just when I was about to kiss his light pink lips that hadn't seen the light of day for a long time and looked so kissable, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and blocked my way.

There was a hint of danger in Zhu Jiu's faint smile.

"Jingjing, don't you understand yourself yet?"

"A little perverted cat with little self-control."

"If we kiss, tonight...will become our wedding night for the three of us."

The bed is a dangerous place.

Don't do anything excessive easily.

Zhu Jiu blocked it firmly, and Jingzhi felt a little angry.

Thinking that he was jealous, she turned her head and was about to kiss him, but another hand came out from under Zhu Jiu's arm and gently covered her mouth.

Like the head of a small family, Cao Lu taught her sternly: "Start with emotion and end with etiquette. This applies to you as well."

Is it really not because he has no one to kiss that he chooses to take revenge on Zhu Jiu?

This was clearly what Jingzhi was thinking in her suspicious eyes.

Cao Lu straightened his back, put his hands behind his back and looked back, "If you don't want to practice, go to bed early. I'll go back to the next room..."

Before he could finish his words, Jingzhi looked at him aggrievedly, retracted her pout, and sat cross-legged between the two of them.

She placed her hands lightly on her knees and gestured for him to come back with her eyes.

Cao Lu looked at Zhu Jiu who was already lying on the bed and knew that he would definitely stay here tonight.

She swallowed the sermon in an instant, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and the thatched cottage gently leaned against her.

Her warm body temperature was against my leg, and my watch beeped softly.

Zhu Jiu was stunned.

Jingzhi pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Cao Lu felt a little embarrassed and hid his arms under the quilt.

Seeing that both of them were lying down, she took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The spiritual energy slowly gathered, and it was the first time that Cao Lu experienced this feeling.

The shy feeling gradually faded away, and sleepiness gradually came over me. Perhaps it was because I couldn't get enough rest in the mental hospital, and I fell asleep in the thatched hut in a short while.

Zhu Jiuqiang was holding on and refused to sleep. He kept his eyelids open and stared at Jingzhi, who was glowing.

Did he forget to do something?

His brain was turning into a mess and his eyelids were very heavy. He wanted to take advantage of the conservative thatched cottage to kiss her secretly while she was asleep, but Zhu Jiu twisted his thigh hard.

The pain hit him, and he woke up for a moment. He stretched his head over, held his breath, and slowly approached her plump red lips.

"Oh!"

"Damn it, Gigi, don't think I'll let you go just because the police and the stinky Taoist priest are helping you!"

Zhu Jiu's forehead twitched when he heard the shouting and cursing from the villa next door.

Looking at Jingzhi who was so close to him, he reluctantly swallowed his words, took a step forward, got out of bed, walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

It was late at night and it was pitch black outside.

The light in the next room on the first floor suddenly came on, but Gigi didn't come out.

Zhu Jiu had demonstrated to her how strong the barrier was, and it was not something that a mortal like William could easily break.

She wasn't afraid, she just felt a little annoyed.

She shook her head at Zhu Jiu to indicate that everything was fine, then she put down the curtains in her hand and walked back into the room.

Zhu Jiu stared at the madman throwing a tantrum for a while, then suddenly slapped his forehead and finally remembered the important matter.

Zhu Jiu returned to the bed and gently lifted the jade pendant from Jingzhi's neck to check it.

He used tiny golden beads to make a dense protective shield on the outer layer of the jade pendant. He squinted his eyes and looked at the little jade cat inside through the gap.

Perhaps it was not ordinary lightning that fell, but powerful purple lightning, and the little jade cat finally cracked a little.

He frowned, went around to the back of her neck, and gently took off the jade pendant from her neck.

Just as he was about to get out of bed to repair it, a hand grabbed his collar from behind.

"Let's do it tomorrow. It's late, you should go to bed."

Zhu Jiu turned his head and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

"It's not you." Jingzhi pointed out the window helplessly, "It's that madman."

He walked to the wardrobe and used the key to open the wardrobe on the bottom floor. Inside, a number of small smoky gray metal cubes suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Jiu.

This thing is a small barrier with certain defensive capabilities, and more importantly, it can be soundproof.

He made this thing in his previous life to prevent the two children from disturbing his and Jingzhi's married life.

It’s just right to take it out and use it now.

He picked one up at random, pressed the switch on the cube with his finger to activate it. With a slight buzzing sound, the barrier popped out and then disappeared into thin air.

The pop-up area is exactly the size of the bed.

My ears suddenly became quiet.

He put his things on the bedside table, supported himself on the wall, leaned over and crossed the outermost hut, and returned to his own seat.

Jingzhi looked at the cube with a blushing face, and suddenly reached out and patted Zhu Jiu's chest.

"I was wondering why this thing was always placed on the bedside in my previous life. You...you..."

He grabbed Jingzhi's hand and slowly pressed her back onto the pillow.

"The barrier will block the entry of spiritual energy. Today's training is enough. You should also have a good rest."

Jingzhi lowered her eyes, looked at the man gnawing at her collarbone, opened her dead fish eyes and twisted his ear, "Didn't you tell me to rest?"

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Jiu let her pull his ears and blinked innocently twice, "It feels different when you take the initiative than when I take the initiative."

Zhu Jiu poked her chest and asked softly:

"Today you've been chasing him around, kissing him, and even blowing his hair. Do you like him more?"

Jingzhi hummed for a long time, whispered "I like it the same", then turned her head away uncomfortably and glanced at the thatched cottage where the man was sleeping obediently.

Before I could take a second look, my head was turned back.

Zhu Jiu frowned, "I don't believe it, look at him again."

Jingzhi: "...Then I'll look at you now."

Zhu Jiu slowly put down his hand and said dejectedly:

"Can you kiss me too?"

"Jingjing, I have thought about you and missed you for thirty years. You can't be partial to me."

These words left Jingzhi speechless.

She sighed, turned over and pressed down on her aggrieved husband from her previous life, kissed his slightly cool nose, and whispered:

"Keep your voice down, Zheng is still sleeping."

Zhu Jiu nodded obediently, looking at her gradually lowering head with a somewhat happy expression.

The moment they touched, he tightly grasped the bed sheet beside him to prevent himself from hugging her again.

He also wanted her full, active intimacy.

When facing Zhu Jiu, an elderly couple, her style of behavior was much more bold.

The hands that were caressing everywhere came to his waist, lifted the hem of his clothes, and kissed him while silently counting his abdominal muscles.

Zhu Jiu suddenly shuddered all over.

Because this naughty civet cat said there were two small abdominal muscles under the elastic band, and then directly passed over those two small abdominal muscles...

His eyes widened. He just wanted a kiss, but he didn't expect her to be so bold.

Pleasure flows from the peripheral nerves to the cerebral cortex.

The bed sheet, which had been scratched like pickled mustard greens, was almost torn to pieces by him, but Zhu Jiu did not dare to make any sound.

The kissing had long since stopped.

Jingzhi lay beside his shoulder, staring into his increasingly watery and dark eyes, and suddenly said:

"Don't bite your lips, or they'll rip off."

Then why are you so presumptuous?

Brother Caolu is still by her side.

Zhu Jiu's ears blushed. Even though he had been intimate with her many times, never had he felt such a strong sense of shame.

The moment he loosened his teeth, she smiled mischievously.

An uncontrollable low moan suddenly sounded next to her ear and entered her cochlea.

Her voice was hoarse and seductive, and her eyes became wet.

The person biting his lips became Jingzhi.

She bit her lips lightly and looked at Zhu Jiu hesitantly.

When Zhu Jiu saw her expression, he became a little panicked.

"Jingjing, no, Brother Caolu is still here."

Jingzhi: "But I... have already been moved."

The bed behind her suddenly sank, and a cold hand suddenly grabbed her restless hand and pulled it back.

Zhu Jiu and Jingzhi both looked at the dark-faced Cao Lu in shock.

Zhu Jiu: "Why are you awake?"

Jingzhi kept saying “I’m so-and-so” for a long time but couldn’t find any explanation, so she rubbed her hands on Zhu Jiu’s clothes casually, lifted the quilt, and covered her head shyly, acting like a coward.

The next second, her whole body was pushed outwards, and Caolu passed over her and slept upright in the middle.

The deathly gaze swept across Zhu Jiu for a while, and then across the large cicada pupa pretending to be dead beside the bed.

Zhu Jiu didn't have time to complain about the thatched cottage this time. He crossed his legs, straightened his neck, and turned over to face the wall. "I'm going to sleep."

Caolu: "...That would be best."