Shanhedu

Jun He's face was always blank and innocent. Ling Xiao uncontrollably imagined the scene of him and Jun He staying together day and night in the future, and the words in his heart finally overflowed his chest.

No matter what the wound was, it seemed that they were still young and frivolous, hugging Jun He's thin back, the two of them forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

The breath seemed to be entwined, and Jun He suddenly felt his cheeks were hot for some reason.

He blinked slowly, his slender eyelashes tickling across Ling Xiao's eyes.

His voice was as deep as a deep pool of water, and he uttered slowly and forcefully.

"What I want is you, the complete you, I want to worship you as husband and wife, kiss you skin to skin, and grow old with you.

It's not like they were born in Qingshui, it's just the two of us, Jun He, would you like it? "

"Ah? Uh..."

Ling Xiao didn't give Junhe a chance to answer him, but rushed over and covered Xiaolancaojing's lips.

Effortlessly pushing back, opening the defenseless jaw, driving straight in, leading the ignorant little tongue to entangle with him.

"Uh... um..."

Leader Ling has never done this kind of thing with anyone, and his young age prompted him to kiss the baby in his arms until death.

Jun He couldn't stand him at all, but felt novel and excited.

It was as if a flower had bloomed in his heart, but he still couldn't understand what kind of emotion caused him to have such an idea.

The big palm forcefully spread the five fingers clenched into fists, penetrated into the gap and clasped the fingers tightly. He still refused to let Jun He go, but became more fanatical.

Jun He, with dilated pupils, was a little scared. The elder brother at this time was not the elder brother before. Brother Ling Xiao was very gentle to him, and he had never been so fierce.

Because Jun He still doesn't understand that love is always a violent thing that can make people go crazy.

After some lingering, Jun He's other hand that patted the back of Ling Xiao's neck fell weakly to the bed, and Ling Xiao kissed him too hard.

Little Lancao Jing, who didn't know how to breathe, whimpered like a dying animal, lying on the bed obediently, dizzy.

For some reason, he felt that something had hit him again, and subconsciously searched down, Ling Xiao who was pressing on him moved away immediately.

The hard object disappeared, and Jun He continued to stare at Ling Xiao foolishly, his chest heaving and panting.

"Miao Miao, are you willing?"

Wufa's head hung down on Jun He's neck, and the hot, hot, hot breath sprayed thinly on his thin skin and tender flesh.

The voice was so hoarse, Jun He heard it, and his ears trembled involuntarily along with his body.

Sensing Xiao Lancao's sensitive reaction, Ling Xiao raised his head and smiled charmingly at the little thing who was still not breathing properly, captivating people's hearts.

"Woo~" Jun He trembled again in fear. At this moment, is the person in front of him still his brother?

The next moment, Ling Xiao returned rationally, only to realize how shameless and impulsive his behavior was just now.

It seemed that the little thing was frightened by his own madness.

Reflecting on her own filth, if Jun He was a girl, she would probably be in the street with shackles and shackles, and would be thrown rotten eggs by the common people.

Self-deprecating and wry smiles, trying to suppress the beasts under him to calm down, and grabbing Jun He with his long arms.

Xiao Lancaojing showed no fear on her face, and was willing to hug herself, Ling Xiao let out a long breath, and concluded softly.

"I scared you again."

Brother is back.Jun He wrapped his arms around Ling Xiao's neck, and buried his forehead in his chest.

"I didn't quite understand what my brother said to Jun He, so don't be angry, brother."

Ling Xiao touched his heart lightly, "I'm not angry, Junhe, don't blame yourself, brother will tell you later, okay?"

The furry head rubbed against his chest, Ling Xiao relaxed a little, "Sleep in peace."

Clutching the quilt with both hands, Jun He secretly looked at Ling Xiao who opened his eyes, but was caught by Ling Xiao who was also looking at him.

The man with the bare back spoke first, "Go to sleep, brother won't bully you anymore."

Jun He bit his lower lip, struggling to understand Ling Xiao's words, but unfortunately he still didn't understand what Ling Xiao meant by bullying, so he just asked him in a low voice.

"Does your wound hurt?"

Ling Xiao was moved by Jun He's simplicity, and looked at him with a bit of evil taste, "If it hurts, what should Miao Miao do?"

After finishing speaking, I saw Lancao Jing, who was only wearing a thin coat, lifted the quilt, "Then I'll show my brother..."

Hearing this, Ling Xiao scolded himself for not being human again in his heart, his heart was wrapped in warmth, but his hand pressed Xiaolancao Jing to make him lie down.

"Brother doesn't hurt, I just ask you, sleep well."

Although it is June now, there is a big difference between day and night in the mountains.

They had been running around a few days ago, and they hadn't had a good rest for a long time. Looking at Jun He's thin body, Ling Xiao was very worried that he would get sick at this time.

Xiao Lancao, who is still inexperienced in the world, can't think too much, and Ling Xiao obediently pats him through the quilt like taking care of a baby, closing his eyes and falling asleep, and has a good dream with the moonlight all night.

The terrain of the Wolf-avoiding Valley is hidden and far away from the market. Ling Xiao and Jun He spent seven days at Uncle Wen's house for their injuries.

However, the humidity here is also heavy. During the day, Jun He moved a small bench for two people to bask in the sun, and watched Aunt Wen doing needlework in the fenced yard.

The two of them were alone at night, and after the mouth-to-mouth kiss, Jun He pestered Ling Xiao to kiss, and again in front of the two old people in the yard.

Ling Xiao can only explain that his "brother" has been close to him since he was a child, and now he likes to act like a baby when he grows up...

But when it's time to be alone, Ling Xiao will not hesitate to hug the little orchid grass spirit and kiss him enough.

After the kiss, he asked the little thing why he wanted to kiss, but Jun He replied "I think it's fun".

Ling Xiao was angry when he heard that, but after he was angry, he told him that only he can do this kind of thing with him, no matter who else is.

Xiao Lancao nodded excitedly, wrapped her arms around her brother's neck consciously, and went to kiss her if she was clingy.

After thinking for a few days, Ling Xiao finally convinced himself that Junhe cannot do without him now, and he can slowly teach Junhe the rest of the things, teach him to grow up, learn to love and be loved.

After Uncle Wen changed Ling Xiao's medicine for the third time, the stitched wound was basically healed. Ling Xiao took Jun He to say goodbye to the old couple, and Uncle Wen pointed him to a shortcut to go east.

In this way, the two bought a flat boat with sweet wine and dry food that the old man warmly gave them to drive them away from the cold.

From the Lingjiang Ferry, [-] miles away from the Wolf-avoiding Valley, we punted and went eastward.

During the day, there are still boats coming and going on the river. At night, the fishing boats are moored, and only small boats without shelters are left floating eastward.

The majestic river surface can be seen at a glance, and the mountains in the distance overlap, like giants in ancient legends. From time to time, there are apes on both sides of the bank, and their boats seem to be floating on the Chen Hai.

There was cold fog on the surface of the river, and this was considered before setting off on the road. A wide and thick fur cloak like a quilt wrapped the two of them to keep them warm.

At this time, the surroundings were quiet, and the boats hurried and slowly along the flowing water traveling eastward without manpower.

The soft Jun He was lying in Ling Xiao's arms, with the back of his head pressed against his chest. Ling Xiao held the cloak in both hands and hugged Xiao Lan Cao Jing, firmly passing the heat to him.

Looking up, counting the stars all over the sky, maybe this dim yellow thin wax lard lamp hanging on the bow can also be counted as one.

Ling Xiao's hard-jawed chin rested on Jun He's heart, and when he looked up, he dishonestly put his hand out of the cloak.

Grabbing the sac containing rum and unscrewing the lid, holding him back with both hands, and turning back to her side.

"Brother, do you want a sip? Jun He also wants to drink."

Ling Xiao could see brighter stars in Jun He's eyes, with a curved mouth, "Miao Miao, this is sweet wine, and it will be intoxicating."

"Hmm~" Little Lancao Jing pouted and shook her head, coquettishly towards him.

"Only drink a little, brother, Jun He only drinks a little, and he won't get drunk." They drank on the roof of the inn last time.

Ling Xiao remembered the first time Junhe drank rice wine, so he reached out to take the wine bag, nagging.

"He also said he wouldn't get drunk. Last time someone was disobedient and got drunk..."

"Oops~" The bluegrass rubbed against his neck delicately and crookedly, and Ling Xiao felt itchy against the fluffy hair.

Looking down at the jade beads under the rattail on the back of the neck, it was shining with crystal luster.

Feeling distracted by the little things, Ling Xiao let go of his luck in his dantian.

"Okay, just drink a little."

"Hee hee...Brother is the best!" The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth was wet with his soft mouth.

Jun He turned his head away, raised his face with his wine bag in his arms.

Ling Xiao, who was behind him, gently rubbed the side of the person in his arms, with a silly smile hidden in the sky full of stars and the sparkling river.

The mellow aroma of wine floated into Ling Xiao's heart and lungs, and Jun He in front took a big gulp, the sweet wine "rolled" down his throat into his stomach, and his body "burned" with fire.

The whole body was warm, the red color climbed to the tip of the ears, and the lips and tongue were also hot. Jun He rubbed his chest involuntarily, feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath, and a little too hot.

Ling Xiao heard Jun He's muffled groans twice, and hugged the person forward to poke his head forward. The slightly cool back of his hand touched his hot cheek, and he knew that Jun He had been "burned" by the wine.

Taking a sip from the wine sac, the taste was indeed sweet and greasy, but the aftertaste was too strong, and the smell of alcohol rushed into his throat, which made him feel a little uncomfortable even if he was drinking well.

Presumably, the wine has been stored for too long, and it has a strong taste.

With a wry smile, he screwed on the lid, and shook the little orchid spirit who was tilting his head.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao..."

Tightening the cloak and wrapping Junhe completely, just when Ling Xiao thought he would sleep through the night like this, and wake up naturally the next day, the person in his arms started talking nonsense again the next moment.

"Woo... brother... Miao Miao is going... going to fly away..."

"..."

"Woo... don't hug me... I'm going to fly away..."

The person Ling Xiao hugged was getting closer, for fear that the river wind would blow into their arms, but after a while, the person in his arms suddenly turned back into a small ball of palms.

"Miao Miao?"

The big living person turned into an elf, with a pair of wings glowing like fireflies, Ling Xiao was stunned.

Just as he was about to put down his hands to pick up the little thing, the little elf flapped its wings and suddenly flew up, plunged into the river beside the boat.

Ling Xiao hurried over to look for Jun He, but unfortunately, he didn't see any little things flying up.

After silently reading ten numbers in his heart, Ling Xiao became anxious, and stretched his long arms into the cool river to find someone.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao, Junhe?!"