This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe went back and told the Qi brothers, Shen Zheng, and Pei Qianmo about his going back.

Shen Zheng's reaction was the most common one, just replying to him: "If you have anything, just tell me." But Wen Zhe knew how serious this promise was for Shen Zheng.

The Qi brothers had seen Mr. Hanyuhua with their own eyes, and had talked with Wen Zhe again before, and finally they didn't have to worry about receiving Wen Zhe's bones one day every night.Although I was very sad and worried, but finally returned to the normal level, which is really gratifying.

Only Pei Qianmo was about to cry as if he was being bullied. He held Wen Zhe by the corner of his clothes and said pitifully, "Can't you go back later? Even if it's just one day later?"

Wen Zhe was also very helpless about this situation: the main reason why Pei Qianmo attached so much importance to him was that if Wen Zhe was not around, he would basically lose all sense of existence.Shen Zheng could see him, but Shen Zheng had a monotonous personality, even when he was with Wen Zhe, he would probably want Wen Zhe to raise the topic.

The question about Pei Qianmo's physique was rather tricky, after Wen Zhe thought about it, he still handed over this hot potato to Mr. Hua.

Rong Xuehuai has extensive knowledge and knowledge, so of course he knows about the mountain ghost clan.He went downstairs to take a look at Pei Qianmo, and in less than a stick of incense, he came up with a conclusion and a corresponding solution: "The blood of the mountain ghosts in your body is abnormally strong, and it seems that there has been a return to the ancestors. However, it is not easy for adults to find out. You, but the child's eyes are clear, and he can see ghosts, so it's okay to see you. Furongxie has a special person to raise and take care of children who are talented in cultivating immortals. I wonder if you would like to work in Furongxie?"

Pei Qianmo had nothing against her.

So the last problem was solved.Wen Zhe and Rong Xuehuai can go home now.

Wen Zhe got into the carriage with stacked veils again.It's just that the state of mind at this moment is completely different from when I first met Rong Xuehuai.

He and Junhua Jun leaned on the bed together, their fingers intertwined, and they didn't often talk tiresome love words, just cuddling each other to pass the time.Wen Zhe recalled the first thing, pointed at the corner of the carriage and said with a smile: "At that time you let me sit there, I thought there was something wrong with me that made you dislike me."

"No." Rong Xuehuai smiled and shook her head: "I just... don't really want to meet strangers."

He didn't seem to want to discuss this issue any further, so he quickly brought up another topic: "Qingqing, after returning to Yingri Region, do you still want to continue living in the Disciple Pavilion?"

"Or, you moved into the Moon Phi Tower?"

Wen Zhe looked into his eyes, but the other's eyes were still gentle and tolerant as if they had not changed for thousands of years.It's just that at this time, there is clearly a bit of anticipation in that smiling expression.

"Of course it's moving into the tower." Wen Zhe said without hesitation, he put his arms around Rong Xuehuai's waist, and buried his face in Rong Xuehuai's chest: "You just have to look at me, what do you want me to do?" I don't even want to say no."

"Then I'll tidy up the room when I get back."

"No, I'll come." Wen Zhe suddenly remembered something, and made a muffled voice in Rong Xuehuai's arms: "The items I ordered in the store are the furnishings of the room...Let me come, I will Use them."

"Okay." Naturally, Rong Xuehuai had no reason to refuse.He lowered his head, rubbed his lips against Wen Zhe's ear, and said in a slightly narrow tone: "You lean in my arms like this, I don't want to refuse anything you want me to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhe bumped his head against his chest, but both of them laughed even more happily.

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The matter of arranging the room itself made Wen Zhe feel strange, but thinking about what would happen after that, everything became sweeter.

The owner of that store once raised many questions about the items Wen Zhe ordered, but he was indeed a reliable craftsman, and the finished products he produced were not much different from what Wen Zhe described and outlined.

When Wen Zhe opened the door to invite Rong Xuehuai to enter, the whole room was very different from the previous situation where it was bare and the walls were pale.

A wood-grained fireplace is placed in the corner of the room, and the flames ignited by the fire stone powder make the room warm enough without smoke; there is a set of mahogany high tables and chairs near the fireplace, and each chair is piled with several There is a thick cushion, which makes people want to snuggle their bodies into it.A large bed is covered with a goose feather quilt that feels soft and warm at first glance, and two bulging and round square pillows are placed side by side at the head of the bed. The quilts on both sides of the bed are almost hanging down to the floor; The room is full of warm colors.

This is a room that makes people want to let go of all burdens and have a good rest and sleep.

Judging from the usual pattern of rooms today, its style is simply ingenious.But in the previous life, this was the western style decoration that Rong Xuehuai often saw.

He roughly described such a room when he told Wen Zhe fairy tales, but he didn't expect that Wen Zhe memorized all these things, and then made a perfect copy today.

Rong Xuehuai's heart moved, and she said softly: "Qingqing..."

In Wen Zhe's eyes, he just turned Mr. Han's retelling into reality, but in Rong Xuehuai's heart, this arrangement aroused his long-ago memories hidden deep in his mind.

The ending of that life may make people angry, but before that, he did have a very happy life with a lot of good memories.

Things are not over yet.The surprises Wen Zhe prepared were not limited to this.

He pushed Rong Xuehuai into a high chair, and then turned his back.

Visible to the naked eye, two fluffy pointed ears protruded from Wen Zhe's head, and the sound of brocade breaking also came from Wen Zhe's tailbone—behind him, six fluffy ears gradually "grow" And the snow-white, lazily wagging fox tail.

Wen Zhe turned around, perhaps because of the psychological hint from the fox ears and tail, his smile seemed a little sly.

"'The fox said to the little prince, as long as you tame me, I will think of the color of your hair when I see wheat.'*" Wen Zhe looked at Rong Xuehuai tenderly.His eyes were moist, his expression was sweet, and every inch of his voice seemed to be soaked in sugar water: "Xuehuai, Mr. Hua, if you tame me, even if it's just a spring breeze, it will be enough to remind me of your gentleness."

"'Taming means establishing a connection'." Wen Zhe looked quietly at his lover, at the person he admired, admired, appreciated, and loved deeply: "Xue Huai, are you willing to 'tame' a pet that belongs to you?" Fox?"

When he said this, Wen Zhe had already walked up to Rong Xuehuai.

"I know you're willing." Before Rong Xuehuai could reply, Wen Zhe responded by himself first.He opened his arms to hug the man in front of him, and buried his head into the man's embrace as he wished; at the same time, his six tails also scrambled to wrap around the waist and arms of his Taoist partner. An octopus tightly connects itself to each other.

And Rong Xuehuai also hugged Wen Zhe.When seeing Wen Zhe turn around, Rong Xuehuai's heart melted sweetly like butter in the summer sun.A candy-like smell emanated from his heart, confusing his senses of smell and taste.And when Wen Zhe fell into his embrace, Rong Xuehuai only felt that her entire life was filled.

Of course, he is willing to tame a fox that is so cute, so lovable, and so deeply loved by him.

The meaning of tame is love.

Rong Xuehuai is indeed a conservative person. For a long time, he has always adhered to the idea of ​​"one should confess first, then hold hands, fall in love, try kissing, and the first time after marriage".However, until this moment, he didn't know that there is an impulse in the world that can break through all expected confinement.

The person in his arms, this little fox brimming with warmth, made him really feel an impulse.Of course it’s not just about the physical, or in other words, the physical is secondary.At this very moment, Rong Xuehuai could almost hear every cry of her spirit: Hug him, kiss him, and... Possess him.

I love him, I want to be closer to him, every inch of skin is close to each other, every bit of heat is shared, my emotions and his emotions, my body and his body, from now on, we are entangled together, regardless of you and me .

Rarely, sensibility overwhelms rationality, and Rong Xuehuai follows her instinct instead of her will.

His hand stroked down inch by inch from the long hair that was as warm as a waterfall, dragging the back of the head of the person in front of him.A soft kiss spread from the forehead, lightly fell on the eyelids, and then went all the way down the bridge of the other's straight nose.They had their first lip-to-mouth kiss as his snorts tangled with each other.

This is a long and moist kiss, both of them are a bit overwhelmed with jerky, as well as the most precious love.

"Is it possible?" Rong Xuehuai asked.His lips were still on the tip of Wen Zhe's tongue: "If you don't want it, we'll stop."

"Go on." Wen Zhe's lips and teeth were still intertwined with each other, so his voice was a bit vague.He was so close to Rong Xuehuai at this moment, even the six tails were so close that they almost pressed into this person's body.He longed for this person's warmth so much that he didn't want him to leave halfway.

He heard a chuckle from the other party, and then he lifted his feet off the ground and was hugged horizontally.He was carefully put on the soft bed that he made himself half an hour ago—but he could swear that he didn't think about it when he made the bed.

The gentle kiss reached Wen Zhe's chin, and the other's hand also gently pulled away his belt.

This was supposed to be a good start of affection, but the situation took a turn for the worse unexpectedly.

Wen Zhe imagined the life where he and Rong Xuehuai returned to Yingriyu.They would talk and laugh together, enjoy breakfast together, and be busy in the kitchen together, and he would help Xuehuai.Every sunny and warm afternoon, he would pester Rong Xuehuai to ask him to read to him. After a short story, they would look at each other and exchange a kiss.

For the intimate contact in his future life, the deepest and deepest, he only thinks of kissing.

He was well aware of the next steps in what would happen, but he never fantasized downwards.For a long time, the subconscious has protected him, so that he does not have to think further.He happily enjoys Mr. Hua's hug and the light kiss on his forehead, he is very happy to interlock his fingers with him, and he also likes the pungent and cool fragrance of hibiscus on the other party's body.

He never thought, and he never realized, that apart from these, when two people are naked against each other, what violent behavior he will explode.

He loves holding hands, hugging, and kissing.Of course he wasn't afraid of these, because he had never been held hands, hugged, or kissed before.

But everything after the belt was pulled away only brought him deep-seated scars and fear.

The memory that had been buried by him for a long time erupted at the moment when the other party's fingers pressed on Wen Zhe's collarbone. He began to tremble slightly, struggled unconsciously, his face turned pale, and he backed away towards the bed.

Rong Xuehuai noticed it, he stopped hesitantly, and whispered: "Qingqing?"

Wen Zhe had already retreated to the end of the bed, there was a wall behind him, and he had no way to escape.

The terrifying Nether stretched out a bloody hand from his memory, and grabbed his brain fiercely, blurring his sight and hearing.The bed was very soft, but at this moment Wen Zhe couldn't feel it at all. The only thing he could feel was the cold and dry wall behind him.

He wanted to escape, he wanted to avoid, he was forced to retreat countless times and leaned here, with a wall behind him and someone in front of him.The man would only look at his useless struggle mockingly, like watching a milk cat waving its paws in vain.

—and pulled out his claws.

Wen Zhe suddenly went crazy, he shouted, he resisted, he waved his arms.For a moment he became strong again in his madness: kill him!Begging for mercy is never useful, it will only kill yourself!

When Wen Zhe finally regained his sanity, it seemed that the situation had become irreversible.

He was wrapped in a soft quilt, and the goose feathers were so tightly covered every inch of his skin except his cheeks, which gave him a real sense of security.His cheeks were cold, and there seemed to be residual tears.Rong Xuehuai stood three steps away from the bed, her clothes were a little messy, and there was a bloodstain on her face.

Hua Jun's face was livid, and his expression could almost be regarded as violent anger.Under Wen Zhe's gaze, he took a deep breath, and after a while, he managed to squeeze out a normal smile.

"Who is he? Tell me, and I'll kill him." Wen Zhe heard Hua Jun's tone of voice cold.

Wen Zhe buried his face in the pillow, not wanting to say a word.Those dark memories of the past turned into scattered fragments, suspended in his mind, trying to pull him down the dark and foul-smelling quagmire from time to time.

I haven't actually been touched yet.Wen Zhe thought about it, but Mr. Hua wouldn't believe it.

Does he care about this matter... He should care, he is so angry.

What will he think of me?Will you look down on me?Will you think I'm unclean?

Things have become like this, we... Me and Mr. Hua, can he still get close to me without any grudges?

"Let me stay by myself for a while..." Wen Zhe begged weakly, "Don't ask, just let me be quiet for a while..."

The author has something to say: *From "The Little Prince"