Can the tail be tickled?

——"We are already married, we can have a bridal chamber!"

The sunset in the evening fell quickly, and with the intermittent chirping of cicadas, the night slowly spread across the entire world, like ink and wash in the water.

At some point in the originally clear night sky, a dark cloud floated over, covering the nine heavens.Outside the window, the drizzle is like weaving, and the dense rain is like thousands of silver threads. It hits the leaves drop by drop, and then rolls down along the lines of the leaves, drip by tick, forming a crystal rain line.

In the hall, the shadow of the candle flickered, Ye Wuhui hugged Mo Ziyi tightly, pressing him firmly against his chest.The chest was beating violently, like the rain outside the window, making a loud noise.

Mo Ziyi also hugged Ye Wuhui tightly, he felt Ye Wuhui shaking——

It wasn't trembling with excitement, nor was it trembling from being chilled by the cold evening wind, it was the kind of trembling that was irregular and not even breathing smoothly.

Mo Ziyi supported Ye Wuhui's shoulder and pushed him forward.

I saw that cold and proud face was covered with tears, and the glistening teardrops formed a line and meandered down the cheeks.

It was as if his heart had been severely twisted.

After living two lifetimes, Mo Ziyi only saw Ye Wuhui cry twice, the first time was when he was still a little fox, when Ye Wuhui saw his name, and the second time was at this moment.

Ye Wuhui was like a child, leaning his head on Mo Ziyi's shoulder, pursing his lips, stubbornly trying not to let himself cry out, but a few small sobs still escaped from his throat .

Ye Wuhui hugged him tightly in his arms, as if this was just a dream, as long as he let go, the person in his arms would disappear from his eyes again.

Mo Ziyi didn't make a sound either, letting his rotator cuffs be wet with tears.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier, and it poured down from the sky with a "wow".

Mo Ziyi hugged Ye Wuhui tightly, kissed away his tears, held the slightly bitter tears in his mouth, and gently pecked at the corner of Ye Wuhui's mouth: "Little brother, don't cry, tears are so bitter."

Ye Wuhui nodded with red eyes, and carefully raised Mo Ziyi's arm, which was covered with little red dots, and the spiritual power was concentrated at the fingertips, and the spiritual power was injected into the injured area.

The cold spiritual power slowly poured into the tendons, and the pain was frozen in such a touch of spiritual power. I could only feel the fingertips rubbing against the skin, and it was slightly itchy.

Mo Ziyi didn't take back his hand, but just smiled: "It doesn't hurt, it's over!"

Ye Wuhui lowered his eyes, and used his spiritual power to warm the wound on Mo Ziyi's body. For a moment, there was silence, and in his ears, he could only hear the rustling of the leaves and branches when the rain outside the window brushed against them.

After a long time, Ye Wuhui opened his mouth slowly, his heart seemed to be blocked by a pain that had not been rubbed away, and his voice was hoarse: "Ziyi, why didn't you tell me, I thought..."

He couldn't go on.

I thought I couldn't marry you again in this lifetime.

Thought I...betrayed you.

Ye Wuhui put his hand around Ye Wuhui's back, took off the drop-shaped pendant that hung around Mo Zi's neck during worship during the day, and threw it aside casually. Then, he took out the An identical pendant comes.

This is the real hook.

This is the real token given to him by Emperor Yanzong of the Qing Dynasty. It was cast by the Ten Thousand Years Gouchen Stone and melted into Ye Wuhui's painstaking efforts. There is only one like this in the world.

Through the candlelight, Gou Chendi looks icy and clean, as if a warm flame has been melted into the water droplets, and it is also like the light shining in the eyes of someone you like, like the spring rain of apricot blossoms, holding the best in the world. Look at the scenery of lakes and mountains.

Ye Wuhui dropped Gou Chendi on Mo Ziyi's forehead, touching his forehead.

There was a flash of heat between the foreheads, as if something was embedded in the flesh and blood.

"This is Gou Chendi. Although it is the same as Wuzhuo, there are other ornaments that Qing Yanzong disciples need to wear, but it is the only pair with Wuzhuo, and they can sense each other."

Ye Wuhui stared deeply at Mo Ziyi, with a shallow smile on his face: "Gou Chendi can only be granted to one person in this life, like Wuzhuo, it falls on the forehead and cannot be taken off."

"If Gouchendi is broken, Wuzhuo will be destroyed along with it." He held Mo Ziyi's hand tightly, "Ziyi, from now on, you and I will be just like Gochendi and Wuzhuo. With the total death."

He held up Mo Ziyi's face, approached it slowly, kissed Gou Chendi, and then bit by bit, kissed his lips.

This is a gentle and tender kiss, with lips and teeth intertwined, as sweet as honey, dripping from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart.

Mo Ziyi closed his eyes obediently, in the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, he forgot what the world is, what is the hustle and bustle, all he knows is that all the thoughts in his heart are just to hug the person in his arms Tighter, tighter, so that the two will be closely connected, and they will never be separated in this life.

The tip of the tongue gently wrapped around his tongue, stroking and stroking every inch of his area, his heart trembled one after another, his eyes glistened uncontrollably, and his eyelashes were wet.

Indulging in such tenderness, he felt like a lonely boat on the sea, with no end, no purpose, just following the waves, drifting and going away.

A hand couldn't help stroking behind him, untied his belt, and caressed his back coldly.

I don't know how long after the kiss, Mo Ziyi suddenly remembered something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, and took the initiative to withdraw from the lingering kiss.

Ye Wuhui hugged Mo Ziyi from behind, his thin lips were covered with water, his breath was hot, and he exhaled in his ears, even his voice seemed extremely hot.

"what happened?"

Mo Ziyi stroked his forehead, and Gou Chendi exuded a faint warmth.

"Little brother, I...I don't have a return token to give you now, and I'll make it up for you later, okay?"

Ye Wuhui nodded: "Yes."

Mo Ziyi turned his head, kissed the corner of Ye Wuhui's mouth, jumped up, and sat in front of Ye Wuhui: "However, there is something that I want to show my little brother first."

He mysteriously took out the gold-plated box from the space artifact.

Ye Wuhui used to have to look at it every day to sleep peacefully, Ye Wuhui naturally recognized what this gilt box was at a glance, and was a little surprised: "This is...?"

Mo Ziyi opened the box with a smile, took out the letter papers one by one, and unfolded them.

He picked out one at random, and read according to the content written on the letter paper: "Eat porridge and drink it. It is clearly the same as you, but the drinker is only porridge, and I don't know why. This is far worse than sharing the taste with you. "

While Mo Ziyi was reading, he raised his eyes to observe Ye Wuhui's expression.

This little brother was so shy, his ears were covered with red clouds, but he still pretended to be calm and calm.

Mo Ziyi was full of water, so he took another one: "I miss you! Do you not eat well? Do you have sleep? There is no one around, food is tasteless, and sleeping is uncomfortable."

The red cloud on Ye Wuhui's face became even worse, and it gradually spread to his neck.

When Mo Ziyi missed the third letter again, Ye Wuhui twitched his brows, unable to pretend anymore, he hurriedly pressed his hand down, and pulled Mo Ziyi into his arms.

Ye Wuhui buried his face in Mo Ziyi's hair, casually brushed up a strand of hair, and said softly, "Don't read it, you bad fox."

Mo Ziyi leaned on Ye Wuhui's shoulder, relentlessly: "So the little brother actually liked me in the last life, right?"

"why did not you tell me?"

"Why didn't you write me back?"

Ye Wuhui moved his lips, but did not answer, Mo Ziyi wanted to get up and ask again, but Ye Wuhui blocked his lips with a lingering kiss.

The unfinished words were overwhelmed by such a kiss. Ye Wuhui took off Mo Ziyi's hairband, and the hair was like ink, pouring down. He turned over, pressed Mo Ziyi under his body, and stretched out his arms to encircle him. She hugged him, stroked his hair, and sucked his lips with forgetfulness.

The soul of the whole body was hooked away by this kiss, and Mo Zi no longer wanted to ask, and fell into obsession again, trying to respond to him, sucking the softness of his lips, seeking more and deeper.

During the long kiss, Ye Wuhui still answered, his voice was low and sullen.

"I said, I can't leave you."

Just like Mo Ziyi was unwilling to tell Ye Wuhui everything, Ye Wuhui was also doing his best to protect Mo Ziyi.

Mo Ziyi naturally guessed, why did no one find him during such a long period of time when everyone shouted and beat him and hid in Tibet?When was a righteous person a fool, and when did the news fail to pass?

No one found his trace, only someone had concealed it for him, and that person could only be Ye Wuhui, and only Ye Wuhui, Ye Wuhui who believed in him unconditionally.

"Hmm..." Numbness poured all over his body, and moans uncontrollably escaped from his slightly parted lips.

Ye Wuhui shuddered all over, and suddenly exerted force, the kiss was no longer gentle, but like a storm, deep and deep.

He kissed Mo Ziyi's eyebrows, his cheeks, and his ears.Ye Wuhui nibbled on Mo Ziyi's earlobe lightly, the cold earlobe collided with the hot tip of his tongue, creating scorching heat all over his body.

Ye Wuhui's lips gradually moved down, biting Mo Ziyi's neck; further down, kissing where his heart was, following the heartbeat, kissing again and again.

The entire hall has long been covered by Mo Ziyi's formation, and the guards standing outside the door can't hear any movement inside anyway.

The rain is getting heavier, and the traces are closely connected, making the sky continuous.

The water-soaked lips were slightly opened, panting, Mo Ziyi frowned slightly, and clasped Ye Wuhui's back with force, with crystal tears in his eyes, starry eyes were hazy, like drops of dew, like trickling streams.

Happiness is like the breeze blowing willows, like the drizzle moistening everything, and like the rising sun warming the east.

"Ziyi, Ziyi..." Ye Wuhui whispered his name in Mo Ziyi's ear.It's like having a milk-flavored candy in your mouth, you don't want to bite it, you don't want to swallow it, you just want to hold it in your mouth, so that the milk fragrance in it can be dripping.

"I like you……"

"Um……"

"Ziyi, I want...by your side, forever..."

"Um……"

Rao is Mo Ziyi who talks the most on weekdays, and at such a moment he couldn't say a word, so he just hugged him tightly and hugged Ye Wuhui.

"Ziyi, I like you..."

The vows of eternal love were smashed into pieces, carrying the charm of the whole world, breaking into the ears like Yingying's swallows, making the tenderness in the bottom of my heart even stronger, and the embrace even stronger.

Such hot feelings have been hidden in his heart for too long, Ye Wuhui followed his heart and desire, asked for it many times, and Mo Ziyi also let him.

It's not quite the same as usual, Mo Ziyi at this moment is really obedient and cute, his cheeks are slightly red, his eyes are as clear as amber with tears in his eyes, the broken hair on his forehead is soaked in sweat, and a few hairs are scattered on his slender, fair neck. Point red marks.

He lay in Ye Wuhui's arms, raised his head, his Adam's apple dropped, forming a delicate curve, and entrusted everything about him to Ye Wuhui's hands without any precautions.

"I also...I like you too, husband..."

......

The showers are about to stop, the dark clouds in the night sky are gradually dissipating, and the full moon, as clear as water, hangs high in the sky.

Mo Ziyi was pillowed on Ye Wuhui's chest, hugging him, breathing steadily, his eyelashes like fans cast a shadow under his eyes.

Ye Wuhui stared at his young man, stared at his little fox, stared at him who was nothing, and gently, lightly pressed a kiss on his forehead: "Tomorrow, everything will end. "