Pick up a dead man and bring him back

After exchanging breaths with each other, this time, both of them were not doing other actions, I pressed him under me, let his back soften slightly, and then slowly entered, and then gasped and licked the red cherry on his chest, Every pumping and thrusting was done carefully and earnestly, showing unusual sincerity, maybe because the foreplay was not done well, so his brows were always furrowed, and it wasn't until later that he revealed a trace of uncontrollable joy.

So this love affair didn't make me very happy, Wei Wei felt sorry for the people under her, "Eighteen, does it hurt?"

"Ming'er..." Shiba hugged me, panting slightly, and whispered in my ear: "It doesn't hurt, I'm just afraid that you will leave..."

"Afraid that I...leave?" I wondered, how could he think so?Did I do something to make him think so?

"I... am afraid that the Lord will not allow me to enter..." He pondered for a while.

Now I understand what he meant. Nanfeng Pavilion is quite a secret place. I think it is very likely that I have never been there.

Shan Cunzhi is a very cautious person, and he will definitely not let his subordinates get close to him easily.

"You are mine, as long as I agree!" I waved my hand and smiled indifferently.

Eighteenth said, "It's so good."

Sure enough, someone came over the next day and stood still in front of me, but it was Shan Si who had been lurking beside me all the time, "Please... sir, follow me to Nanfeng Pavilion."

I frowned, feeling a little unaccustomed to the sudden change in Shansi—he stopped calling my name.Instead, he changed his name to my husband, which seemed very unfamiliar.

But I just nodded and didn't say anything.

Since he is a person of Shan Cunzhi, it is very likely that Shan Cunzhi ordered him to be called so. Considering the character of Shan Cunzhi, it is not impossible.

Shiba is not here now, so I said, "Then please come to Nanfeng Pavilion to find me later."

"Yes! Then please!" Shan Siyi bent down and made a gesture of inviting me in a serious manner.

I took a last look at this bamboo house, and my heart suddenly missed a beat, and then I frowned in extreme discomfort as if I had been pricked by a needle.

I have...a rather bad feeling...

When I arrived at Nanfeng Pavilion, I finally figured out why Shan Cunzhi insisted that I come here to draw drawings for him.

In Nanfeng Pavilion, bookshelves, large and small, are arrayed in a huge space. Scrolls and books are passively and neatly placed in grids with different levels of protection. There are few windows, only on the edge of the desk. A larger window was opened to transmit light, but it was covered with small wooden strips.

The way Shan Si led me was very strange. There was a straight road in front of me, but Shan Si led me in a curved way.

After thinking about it, I understood, this is the ecstasy formation.

It is difficult to get in if it is used to confuse outsiders.

The protection here is quite strict. It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to steal paintings here. Even peeping is difficult, because the window next to the desk is designed to see the outside from the inside, but not from the outside. Inside, only light seeps in.

After Shan Si brought me in, he quickly withdrew.

I raised my head and looked out the window, only to see tiny snowflakes floating down leisurely, like white butterflies flying all over the sky.

My fingertips felt slightly cold, and I faintly thought, is it snowing yet?No wonder it's so cold.

The following days were peaceful, except for the light snow that day, it never fell, but the weather was extremely cold, and the two craftsmen didn’t see them come to me again, probably because Shan Cunzhi didn’t allow it, I know his intention, mostly to let me paint with peace of mind.

The first thing I drew was steelmaking, and it was just steel frying technology.

Shan Cunzhi was really greedy, and he asked me to draw the detailed operation process of fried steel, terraced fields, guns, and crossbows.

I finished part of it today, and I didn't want to draw any more, so I just used the books in the attic to relieve my boredom.

In fact, this place is not only a place to record methods, but also keeps a lot of miscellaneous books, but the content of each miscellaneous book is quite bold and novel ideas at that time, or directly is quite delicate and beautifully spoken poems.

Let me, a future person, can't help feeling a little close.

So as long as I am tired or don't want to draw anymore, I will use these books to relieve my boredom, and these books happen to be the kind of books that Shan Cunzhi allows me to check.

Eighteen lives outside, but it is also within the scope of Nanfeng Pavilion. I live with me in the small wooden house of Nanfeng Pavilion. Occasionally, I have sex or talk about love, but it is not intense. Such days always remind me of us. The future life of the two of them must be white-haired and full of love.

When I think of eighteen, I always feel warm.

Until one day, after I finished painting, I pulled out a book called "Curtain", and I felt a strong sense of discomfort and rejection in my heart. I couldn't even tremble uncontrollably, I just felt chills all over my body.

When I came back to my senses, I had already thrown the book on the ground, and the white book fell on the black-gray ground, which looked extraordinarily abrupt.

I settled down, not knowing what was wrong with me.

Then I reached out to pick up the book, but I was suddenly stunned—I just felt cold all over my body, just like picking it up from ice water, trembling slightly all over my body.

——The book that fell on the ground happened to turn over a page, and on that page, it said: "I just want to see this color in the days to come, would you like to see it?"

This sentence is so familiar to me, I can't forget it at all!

——This is exactly what I said to me on the eighteenth day!

I fell silent, I just felt my brain roaring, and I couldn't say a word.

My intuition tells me that everything will not be so simple.

But there was still a sharp voice in my heart shouting again: This is not true, maybe... just a coincidence!It's just a coincidence!

I should believe eighteen!

But I was still silent, I watched everything Shiba did appeared in the "curtain", reappearing one by one, the love words he said, he fucked for me, he sank in under me...

Everything... coincides with the description in this book.

And the book "Curtain" is basically a erotic picture with a lot of sexual descriptions—and it is a taboo book that teaches men how to please men.

Eighteen—has he read this book?

Have you seen it?

My chest seemed to be pressed extremely tightly, and it was extremely difficult to even open my mouth to breathe. I was slightly absent-minded for a while, and then I found my mind. I remembered the biggest and biggest doubt, but it was also a point that I thought was logical before, and I didn’t even need to doubt it at all. ——Why did I suddenly develop feelings for Shiba after having sex with Shiba once?

And this feeling, just happens to be love?

And, why, why am I obviously heterosexual, but I don't reject him at all?

This thought is like a blow to the head - for a moment it reminded me of Shiba's expressions, and then his hesitation, indifference, vigilance...

and dodge...

And he never said I love you...

If he loves you, why can't he even say "I love you"?

Jun Ming, Jun Ming, thanks to you being a person of the 21st century, emotionally, you have been played in such a bleak situation by others, and you even think of him wholeheartedly.

I feel a headache.

Finally had to stop.

Maybe I shouldn't be suspicious now, I just found Eighteen Questions, yes!Wouldn't it be good to ask him clearly?

But my whole body trembled, and I knew in my heart: In the world, there are so many coincidences?

But this last straw, I don't want to give up either.

Eighteen, definitely not like this...

Definitely...not...

At night, I sat by the bed, staring at the candles on the table.

I think, last night, I was still lingering with Shiba. He kissed my throat passionately, and then wrapped my hot mouth with his fiery mouth. When I called out his name tremblingly, he slowly entered. Inside my body, there was a violent collision, and my hair was wet with sweat, blocking my vision with wetness.

From that kind of sight, I looked over and saw Shiba's blurred eyes and slightly rolling Adam's apple, and felt that everything was so real.

"eighteen……"

How can you let me hurt you?

I just felt the pain in my chest was unbearable.

Suddenly, I felt warm fingers touching my brows, stroked them, and gently brushed them away: "What's wrong, are you frowning so tightly?"

I was suffocated for breath, and when I came back to my senses, I saw Eighteen frowning slightly, looking at me with concern.

"eighteen……"

"I'm here, what's the matter with you?"