beauty shoulder

"Uh..." Su Ying's face was pale, and she was almost unable to hold on anymore, she was really powerless to entangle with Cai Xiaowen: "You boil the water first, soak the brown sugar, and I'll tell you. For the cup, use a tall black glaze cup. "

"Yeah!" Cai Xiaowen picked up the black glaze cup on the table and went to the kitchen honestly, fetched water, boiled the water, washed the cup, soaked brown sugar water, and brought it to the room.Su Ying was already lying on the bed, retracted into the quilt, blinked, and looked at Cai Xiaowen with a pitiful look like a deer.

"Senior Sister, why did you lie down?" The kang in Su Ying's house was made into the shape of a bed, and it looked like a bed.

Su Qing raised the pillow up with great effort, propped herself up and sat on the pillow: "Won't it hurt when you come to be popular?"

"No. I haven't been in pain." Cai Xiaowen handed the black glaze cup to Su Ying: "Brown sugar water, I added cold water, it was only a little hot."

Su Ying took the black glaze cup and patted the bed beside her.Cai Xiaowen understood, and moved his buttocks to sit next to Su Ying. "Senior sister, where's the little pig pot?"

Su Ying gently blew across the surface of the brown sugar water, turned her eyes to look at Cai Xiaowen, and asked back, "Guess?"

"Hmm..." Cai Xiaowen thought seriously, and answered seriously, "Is it used in the shop?"

Su Ying praised: "Smart!" He took the brown sugar water and drank it.She didn't blush, and she didn't lie directly anyway.

Cai Xiaowen's concern for the little pig pot suddenly came to an end, he felt relaxed, he even shook his shoulders and took care of Su Ying's business: "Senior sister, what is your that one made of?"

"That, that?" Su Ying felt that she had seen a ghost if she could understand.

Cai Xiaowen twitched, his eyes turned back and forth, looking east and west, but he didn't look at Su Ying. "It's...that...that...it was used when it became popular..."

Su Ying suddenly understood: "A menstrual belt?"

"Yeah..." Cai Xiaowen nodded hastily, lowering his head and pointing fingers in embarrassment.

"So I put plant ashes in the belt. I have been using rice paper for the past two years."

"Use rice paper." Cai Xiaowen raised his head, his face was still red: "How expensive rice paper is..."

Su Ying raised her head and drank the brown sugar water, and said with a smile, "When you become an official pottery, you will know how much money you can earn. Officials and businessmen never bargain. So I am rich, senior sister." Still the same sentence, senior sister I have money, senior sister, I will support you.No, senior sister depends on you for support.

Cai Xiaowen's spirit suddenly lifted, he stood up and clenched his fists and said loudly: "Tao Jian next year, I will try my best!" In Cai Xiaowen's view, the only way to become an official pottery is to win the ninth rank.But there is only one person in Jiupin Yousheng, but Su Yang wants to do this deal with never haggling with the two of them.

There was a sudden twisting pain in the abdomen, Su Huang's face was even paler than before.With difficulty, she raised her hand and tugged at Cai Xiaowen's sleeve, and said softly, "Sit down, sit down..."

Cai Xiaowen sat down as promised.Su Qing slid off the pillow, leaned close to Cai Xiaowen, and raised her head to rest on her lap: "I'll sleep for a while."

"Senior sister, just sleep like this?"

"Hmm..." Su Ying closed her eyes, shook her head and rubbed against Cai Xiaowen's thigh, finding a comfortable position: "Let me tell you a story."

Cai Xiaowen practices martial arts, and his thigh muscles are very strong.And the place covered by Su Glaze's pillow is firm yet soft.And this kind of softness started to spread upwards from the thighs, and gradually penetrated into the heart.Cai Xiaowen had the illusion of being relied on and embraced, and immediately felt warm and proud. Hearing Su Ying's request, he immediately picked out a favorite story from the many novels in his mind. "Let me tell you about Monk Ji's Tale of Eliminating Demons!"

This story is not a novel, but a storytelling.It was Cai Xiaowen who heard it from a storyteller on the street, and what he heard along with the storyteller's frowning expression.So she also learned to make expressions to match the story.But she is a professional, how could she learn it, so when she talked about the climax, her eyes and eyebrows became fierce...

"...I saw that goblin looked like a beauty. Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she stood quietly beside the tombstone. Seeing Monk Ji's dirty body, she staggered over, glared angrily, and asked: Monk! You are so brave! Are you not afraid of death?! Do you know that I am not a mortal!

Monk Ji grinned and stretched out his arms towards the goblin: I know, you are a goblin.Come on, give your brother a hug!

The goblin looked at Monk Ji intently.The monk's robe on his body could no longer see its original color, and the mud and rain were all wrung together, saying how dirty it was, and two rows of big yellow teeth flashed black on his face... The goblin swallowed, feeling as if some Disgusted, flatly refused: I don't!

Monk Ji took small steps and ran towards the monster, laughing: Little beauty, give brother a hug...

The goblin ran away as fast as he could, shouting as he ran: Help!help!

Only then did Monk Ji stop, took off his hat, slapped his forehead, and sternly shouted at the goblin: "Bold monster, look at this!"

...Cai Xiaowen was patting his forehead, pointing forward with two fingers, recreating the movements of Monk Ji in the story.But when she looked down, Su Ying didn't respond, she was already asleep.Cai Xiaowen stopped talking, stretched out his hands to straighten the messy hair on Su Fang's pillow, his thighs were stiff, he leaned over and pulled the quilt up, wrapping Su Fang up...

In the evening, Feng Ling returned home.As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw Cai Xiaowen leaning against the bed frame, with her head up and her mouth open, Su Ying was on Cai Xiaowen's pillow.Both of them fell asleep.Fengling stood by the bed and watched silently for a while, then turned and went out, and took out a gray clay pot from under her bed.This is her piggy bank.She poured out all the money in the clay pot, counted every penny, and sighed: "I'm going to start saving money..."

The author has something to say:

The list task is only more than 1000 words short, so I was lazy...

Monk Ji actually wanted to write about Elder Jigong.However, Elder Jigong is from the Southern Song Dynasty, which does not match the era of this article.It was changed to Monk Ji. "Ji Gong Biography" is a well-received book!