Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

"Let's go, how long do you plan to listen?" Yan Mo's voice sounded in Xiangliu's ears.

Xiangliu flew down from the tree, put his arms around Yan Mo's waist and let her stick close to him. Yan Mo leaned on his arms, but suddenly her legs went weak and she seemed to be about to fall.

"Mo'er!" Xiangliu grabbed her, held her horizontally, and looked at her with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired, let me sleep for a while!" After saying that, she leaned in his arms and closed her eyes.

Xiang Liu brought him back to his bed in the space so that she could sleep more comfortably. Yan Mo hugged Xiang Liu's waist tightly, curled herself in his arms, and fell asleep in a short while.

Xiangliu gently stroked Yan Mo's soft hair. He recalled everything that happened in the past few hundred years. It was as beautiful as a dream. He had never thought that one day, he would be like an ordinary husband, revolving around his wife every day, coaxing her to sleep, accompanying her to eat and go shopping, and like a young boy who was just beginning to fall in love, playing and fighting with her. It seemed that she was everything to him, and she cherished and protected everything about him as much as she treated him. It seemed that she had nothing behind her, and he had the righteous army and the adoptive father on his shoulders, but she helped him carry it bit by bit. If he abandoned her, she would have nothing. No wonder she was always afraid that he would get hurt, afraid that he would die and forget. She really had nothing except him. He was her whole world!

"My dear Mo'er, your brother Xiangliu will always protect you!"

"Ah."

"Why did you wake up again?

"No, I was talking in my sleep."

"Haha, silly Amo, you must be very tired these years!"

"No!" Yan Mo shook his head in his arms

"Very happy, not tired at all."

Yan Mo's hand gently stroked Xiangliu's chest, and he gently unbuttoned his underwear. His warm breath sprayed on the exposed skin, and a kiss was imprinted on it. Then he felt a gentle licking and biting, all the way up along his chest, crawling up like a snake. Her clothes disappeared, and Xiangliu felt the soft and smooth touch between his fingers, and his blood boiled.

"I think it would be better to make Brother Xiangliu tired a little, okay?"

Yan Mo used magic to remove Xiang Liu's clothes, and pressed tightly against him. One of her legs was directly wrapped around his waist, hooking him to hold her even closer.

Xiangliu swallowed his saliva, this woman!

"Xiangliu, that's how I seduced you, isn't it? Do you like it?"

Yan Mo kissed her as he spoke, from her Adam's apple to her chin, and then to her lips. Xiangliu cooperated with her and enjoyed her initiative. They kissed passionately, their lips and tongues entangled and chasing each other, and the tiny moans ignited Xiangliu's whole body.

Xiang Liu turned over and pressed her down, and Yan Mo hooked his other leg up. Yan Mo hugged Xiang Liu's neck, and his silver hair covered her shoulders like silver silk, and the coolness was like his kiss.

"Haha, brother is really not easy to tease, he took the bait already?"

"I have no resistance to you at all. Ah Mo has already started the fire, so I have to put it out! I will let you know what tiredness is!"

"That's not necessarily true. There's no such thing as a damaged field, only a tired ox!" After Yan Mo said that, she provocatively wrapped her legs around his waist, making it stick closer.

"Don't regret it, and don't beg for mercy!" Xiangliu no longer cared whether she was too sad today. He just wanted to punish her and take her hard so that she would only have him in her heart. He wanted to let her know that he was not the dead him. Yes, Xiangliu was jealous, but he just didn't say it, which didn't mean he didn't care. Although his jealousy seemed unreasonable, he felt that it should be so. He was indeed him and not him. This contradiction also tormented him!

He kissed her lips domineeringly and bit her earlobe. Xiang Liu showed his enchanting eyes and stared at Yan Mo's eyes.

"Yan Mo, who am I!"

"You are my Lord Xiangliu." Yan Mo stared at the enchanting red eyes infatuatedly. They were so beautiful.

"Amo, I'm not dead. I'm not him. Don't be sad for him anymore."

"Well, my lord is well protected by me, I won't let him get hurt."

"Amo, be good and call me brother!"

"Brother, I want it, give it to me, um..."

On the spacious tortoise-shell couch, the shark-skin curtains kept swaying, and the bright night pearls were covered by the clothes. The light from the gaps reflected the two lingering figures, tirelessly and without stopping.

Xiangliu kissed every inch of her skin, gently as if he was caressing a work of art, unwilling to hurt her in the slightest, but she didn't want to. She wanted him to leave a mark on her that belonged only to him, so it always ended with a more crazy passion, until both of them were exhausted and gasping for breath, and finally fell asleep while hugging each other tightly.

Yan Mo and Xiang Liu have not appeared for several days.

Xiao Yao also locked herself in the room and never left. She looked at everything familiar, sometimes smiling foolishly, sometimes bursting into tears. There were too many memories here, and she wanted to feel it for a little longer. She knew that once she pushed the door open, she would no longer be herself. Her responsibilities in this life were too heavy, and she could not be willful or soft-hearted. She could not let Yan Mo down for raising and teaching her for three hundred years. She never blamed Yan Mo for snatching Xiangliu. Xiangliu never belonged to her from the beginning to the end, so how could she blame him?

She had seen Xiangliu's happy face when he was loved, and how he was spoiled like a child by Yan Mo. She had never thought that one day Xiangliu would act like a spoiled child to someone and cry out in grievance and pain. It turned out that it was not that he couldn't, but that no one had ever given him support. He had to bear all the pain by himself. It must be very tiring. She had only made some poison for him. She had never paid anything for him, but always wanted him to give up everything. But Yan Mo protected everything he had and became his support. They walked side by side. Therefore, she was not worthy of Xiangliu's kindness. What qualifications did she have to compete! She didn't want to compete. Since she owed him in the last life, she should pay him back in this life. In exchange, she would protect the things he cared about. Isn't it a kind of satisfaction!

Xiangliu, I finally understand how to love someone, but you are no longer here. It doesn't matter, as long as you are alive and happy, it's better if you are not me...

And in the space, Xiangliu, the past life who had returned to the formation long ago, remained silent. Was he upset? Was he in pain? Did he regret it? He had never imagined that he would return in this way. He had never thought that even if he pushed her away, he would still not be able to escape her fate of dying for him. If he had known this, if he had known this...

Xiaoyao, wait for me to come back...