Small Lingzhi

The man's smile was a bit unpredictable and ambiguous, Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the books he had bought and hadn't read carefully.

The inside pages of the beautifully sealed book are all paintings, and the artist has excellent painting skills. The excited expression on the face of the person in the painting, the red neck, the sweat stains shining from the intertwined arms, and every detail is vividly depicted. People look dry.

Lingzhi couldn't recognize a few words, so naturally he didn't understand the words marked on the painting, such as "old tree with roots," "two dragons playing with a pearl" and so on.

But the vivid and straightforward painting made him shy away, his gaze was erratic, and he asked hesitantly: "They... what are they doing?"

Lingzhi still wanted to take a closer look, her fingers were trembling, her expression was almost in a daze, Qing Lingling's black eyes showed a foolishness, her face was so red that it was so hot that it could smoke.

He quickly closed the book, no matter how stupid he was, at this moment he realized that he might have bought the wrong book, and the movements of these people entangled in the drawing should not be easy to read.

Lingzhi snatched back a few books, met Xiao Junqian's narrow and deep gaze, and immediately took a few steps back.

He shyly said, "I bought it wrong..."

Lingzhi explained in a low voice: "I want to buy books for Junqian to read, I'm wrong."

Lingzhi hugged those atlases tightly and ran out staggeringly, Xiao Yan smiled comfortably.

At the corner of the cave entrance, Lingzhi dug out a pit, threw those red-faced books into the pit, and then filled it with soil to bury it.

While complaining about how the book seller lied to him like this, he couldn't help wondering whether Xiao Junqian thought he was lustful and greedy.

At the beginning of Lingzhi's love, she couldn't help taking a few more private peeks at the man's body.

At that time, when peeking at Xiao Junqian by the water spring, his face would be red and his ears were red, and he would hide it, wanting to look but not daring to look more, avoiding but still wanting to look again.

But at most, he used the moonlight to look at the man's back, and he didn't see anything else.I don't think the picture scroll clearly outlines people's movements.

The painting is exposed, vulgar, powerful and immature.

Lingzhi suddenly thought: Xiao Junqian is not covered by his clothes, so, are the things under his body the same as in the painting?

He was so dazed that he didn't even taste the mushroom soup that Xiao Junqian made.

Xiao Yan saw that the little medicine man was out of his mind, so he sent him to bed early tonight, so as not to be that gentle storyteller.

The moon was cloudless, and the valley was dark.

In the middle of the night, Lingzhi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her body pressed against the cool stone, her delicate skin was always hot, like a ganoderma on fire.

His body became very unfamiliar. He groped for his robes and spread them out sparsely. His hands, feet, front and back were pressed against the stone surface in turn. After rolling for a while, his face was hot and he climbed up. Cry without tears.

He closed the loose robe and lay back on the stone bed. His flushed face was still hot, and he closed his eyes in a daze. Maybe he fell asleep, or maybe he didn't sleep.

After a long while, a body pulled Lingzhi and turned him upside down, and when he looked closely, it was the two people in the painting with "old tree intertwined roots" who had changed their faces.

Lingzhi pursed her lips tightly, gritted her teeth and made a whimpering sound. He turned over and fell straight from the stone bed to the ground. Gulu rolled half a circle, with his thin white arms resting on his face.

Lingzhi raised his flushed face, the ground hurt him, he was at a loss at the moment, he looked upright, and had to turn his eyes to Xiao Junqian for help.

Xiao Junqian's sleeping posture was calm, pure and untainted, Lingzhi looked at his neatly tied belt, and then at his loose robe that had been torn to pieces and didn't fit, pursed his lips, and went over to pull Xiao Jun moving fingers.

With a smoky voice, he shouted softly and hoarsely: "Jun Qian, Jun Qian..."

Xiao Yan opened his eyes, and saw the little medicine man whose clothes were messed up, who was next to him, with a dazed look on his face.

The palm held at the fingertips was moist and warm, and the bitter medicinal smell became stronger, mixed with a slightly sweet and thick breath.

Xiao Yan was affected by the drifting snow in his Zen heart, and his body was always cold. Lingzhi seemed to love this slightly cold temperature, wrapped his fingers tightly, and that slender body was also pressed against him. Drenched in water, he clumsily and anxiously asked him for help.

Xiao Yan's whereabouts from the corner of the eye, ordinary men can do things, but Ling Zhi let herself stand up straight, her mouth patronizes and shouts that she feels uncomfortable, and she doesn't know the solution.

The soft body kept arching along his neck, Xiao Yan patted Lingzhi's shoulder, the little medicine man's sweaty hair was wrapped in somewhat ambiguous fragrance, mixed with the bitter smell of medicine, it looked solemn and messy.

The face that was rubbed against his neck and face was even hotter, as if coated with a layer of indelible powder, the moist black eyes were blurred and out of focus, and the blush at the end of the eyes made him look pure and fragrant, pitiful cute.

Lingzhi hummed crying and crying, like a pestle pounding medicine without any rules.

Ren Xiaoyu's methods are as good as the sky, and he suddenly doesn't know how to deal with it at this moment.But it wouldn't be right for Lingzhi to pound him like a pestle.

He said, "Lingzhi, touch it yourself."

But Lingzhi couldn't, and continued to hug the man and hum.

Beads of damp sweat rolled on Xiao Yan's clothes, the side of his neck, and even he was infected by the little medicine man's body temperature.

Although his residual poison is quite deep, it hasn't destroyed the side of a normal man.He breathed a sigh of relief, and said patiently: "You have read the book you bought, but you can learn what the man in the painting did."

Lingzhi's consciousness is chaotic, how can he hear it.

Xiao Yan was helpless, slightly picked up the clothes behind Lingzhi's neck, and lifted him up.

Behind the mountain, Lingzhi crawled in the water and hugged Xiao Yan tightly and screamed.

Xiao Yan originally wanted to let him soak in the water, but Lingzhi's reaction to the water was so strong that he dragged and dragged him into the water in a panic.

Xiao Yan was in a panic all over, and the person who was holding him tightly was still hanging in his arms.

When Xiao Yan returned to Shi'an with a person in his arms, Lingzhi was flustered, both frightened and uncomfortable.

Under the moonlight, those black and clear eyes were filled with water, pitiful and aggrieved, throbbing and anxious thoughts gathered in the eyes, and they kept pestling Xiao Yan's arms like a small medicine pestle.

The breeze blows away the clouds, the bright moon is in the sky, Xiao Yan has no means to deal with Lingzhi, even if he can't teach him, the two people's robes are dripping and stuck together, and the shadow is reflected on the stone slab.

Lingzhi couldn't see Xiao Yan's eyes clearly, and a long voice overflowed from her throat.

Xiao Yan slowly let Lingzhi get used to it like a stick of medicine, making the person in her arms tremble unceasingly when it was heavy, light, fast, or slow.

The stone slab poured by the moonlight seemed to be sprinkled with white and delicate pearl powder. Lingzhi hugged Xiao Yan tightly with both hands, her slender body trembling, and it took a long time for her to stop. Take it back to Dongfu.

Lingzhi felt dark and sweet, and the unfamiliar temperature and throbbing made his heart jump and restless.

When the sky was dark, he opened his eyes, and his mind instantly jumped into the trembling picture under the moonlight.

Lingzhi rolled over on the stone bed, turning left and right, her clothes and hair messed up.

He ran outside the cave, and Xiao Yan stood on the platform outside the cave, holding a stone with his finger as if writing something.

Xiao Yan raised his face, and his eyes accurately caught Lingzhi hiding behind the cave.He didn't make a sound, his deep black eyes looked unfathomable and unpredictable.

Lingzhi covered her hot face, and hid in the cave with light, soft steps.

A few days later, Lingzhi was often haunted by that night, and secretly dug out the painting collection buried in the earth pit to read it in a deserted place on the mountain, hesitating to talk to Xiao Junqian.

One day, when the sky was clear, Lingzhi dragged her back to a bed from nowhere.

He smiled when he saw Xiao Yan, and spread a comfortable and soft quilt on the bed.

Xiao Yan had just finished decocting the medicinal soup, when Lingzhi dragged her fingers and ran into the cave.

Lingzhi stretched out her finger and pointed to the wide and soft bed in front of her. Her eyes were full of love, and she said, "Junqian, I bought a big bed. How about we sleep together in the future?"

His face was like a spring flower, and the tip of his ear was red.

"In addition to telling me stories, can you play with me like you do at night?"

The author says:

To be fixed, thank you all.

感谢在2022-03-2721:57:34~2022-03-2821:19:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Yuntian_Thirteen 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!