Millennium of Frost and Snow

Jingbing suddenly shed tears, and then burst into a self-mocking and disgusting smile, and said to him: "Little Wonton, you are too Buddhist, others don't know but I know, your combo skill is Guiling Jelly, I don't know Why didn't you tell me when you knew that you were supporting the trade union to distribute benefits to collect the pieces? If you had known that such a big family would go bankrupt, you would help me get it back. I didn't know that the pieces were so difficult to collect. You should have fun, otherwise you How many years are wasted living? Huh?."

"Damn it, I didn't cry, bastard, don't touch my head~ I won't grow taller!!!"

Little Wonton pushed open the door, recalling for no reason what Baili Lin said last winter night. At that time, Baili Lin was drunk and rarely spoke the truth. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the wrist of the silent turtle , the black clothes were embroidered with silver patterns, rising and falling like swallowtail butterflies, he slammed the door, fed up with the years of waiting and the deadly silence of the tortoise paste, the soul was isolated by him, he threw out a sentence "Tunhun, go outside and play." Finally, regardless of the strength in his hand to break free, he clenched even tighter, pulled it back, and forcibly pulled it into his arms, clasping the thin wrist and waist to death, sealing the Damn struggling.

He lowered his head and rubbed against the half of his neck, not knowing the expression of the person in his arms, he gnawed and bit on it, venting his heart, burning his reason, destroying his carefree anxiety, what caused the anxiety and why it was so intense, he knew It was so bad that he had to double take it back from the source, and now the source was trapped in his arms, as if he was trapped in a prison and could not be released, so he naturally would not let it go easily.

He became an insignificant brat, he kissed and bit harder, the tip of his tongue swept the blood, and he was satisfied after hearing the tortoise jelly being forced out. , Looking at the bead-like back of the cervical spine, it became more and more obvious because the head was lowered and tried to break free.

Fingers groped upwards, picked apart the slightly cold and delicate fabric, touched the warm skin, the deep collarbone, and the red string that was not very obvious between the fingers. This time to settle the old account of leaving without saying goodbye, his fingers walked down the rope, and finally groped for the slightly cold jade, soaked in the warm body temperature, he exerted strength between his fingers, and pressed the thing to the chest. , asked in a cold voice: "Why do you still keep my finger ring? It was you who left without saying goodbye back then, do you want to run away now?"

As soon as he touched it, Little Wonton knew that the shape was unmistakable. It was the heliotrope he had been playing with for nearly a hundred years, and it was red beyond the ominous red color of tears.

"How do you settle for leaving without saying goodbye? Hmm?" He rubbed his neck with a smile, and suddenly understood why the spicy crayfish prefers to grab the neck of the Master Attendant, or leave some conspicuous marks on purpose.

That place can be branded with pink traces to show sovereignty, or be indulged, tacitly accept certain presumptuous behaviors, be accommodated, and be blatantly loved.Who made it possible to see that place just by bending over and pulling the collar, the darker color is an ambiguous carmine, with the color of lingering love.

He wanted to do that too, to the cold guy in his arms.

Chapter 3

【3.】

He is a ferocious but slow-moving beast, and he is a disaster that hits the face overwhelmingly, and the finger presses the finger to the heart, and it hurts faintly.

"How do you settle the account for leaving without saying goodbye, huh?" The voice in his ear was suppressed extremely low, and the low hoarse voice was suppressed to convey the meaning of affection, he asked, so close that his voice and breath fell on the The earlobe rustled to the ground along the back of the neck, the Guiling Paste tilted her head, still not avoiding the warm and soft lips, the small wonton's tone was gentle enough, without any sense of accountability, but the fingers were not like that, and Pressing the finger, the pressure made him ache, and to make trouble, Xiao Wonton refused to twitch his finger, as if he could touch the heart or force him to say something just by pressing the finger.

Guiling Gao didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say, it was one thing to know that they would meet again, but another thing after the reunion.

The recalled memory is the boy who touched the back of his neck and introduced himself. He stood loosely with black hair and black eyes, and his voice and tone were careless: "My name is Baili Lin, Guiling Gao, please give me more advice in the future, okay?" , I wonder how Little Wonton will react when he sees you."

"Master Attendant, hello, please give me some advice..." Gui Ling Gao opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, the food soul dressed in fiery red hooked his Master Attendant's neck, picked his chin at him, and cut off After the rest of his words, the Food Soul declared ownership to him: "This is mine, you better not meddle in your own business."

"Well, don't be angry with Guiling Gao. Spicy crayfish has this temper, maybe I indulged it... And can you stop pinching my waist, let's go, let's go back to sleep, I am very happy to meet you—— Guiling Jelly." Master Attendant smiled at him, and brought the food souls back, he quietly walked behind Spicy Crayfish and Master Attendant, exchanged names politely with the food souls he didn't know and didn't say much On the one hand, he didn't talk much, and on the other hand, he thought of the reunion with Little Wonton.

The absurdity of many years ago reappears again, everything is incomprehensible, and it is still incomprehensible, and I don’t even know what to say.

I don't know which nerve his silence pricked the little wonton. Ben groped down excessively with his fingers, tore his collar, crossed the irregular range, and just got involved in the unruly range. With the hand under his ribs, he said lightly: "Then what do you want me to say?"

"You..." Little Wonton grabbed the slender wrist and slammed the Guiling Paste onto the door panel. He looked at that cold face and didn't know what to say. All words were nonsense. Guiling Paste looked up at him, His brows and eyes are so cold, no matter how hard it is to find another in the world, he is ruthless and yet passionate, that cold face is very beautiful when covered with the unbearable word □□, it can make him easily surrender his life, and he is not as good as this The sincerity that should exist.

Why did you leave without saying goodbye, do you love me or not, and what have you been doing all these years?What on earth do you want to ask, Little Wonton thought, his mind was in a mess, his proud rationality disappeared, just look at this under his nose, half of his life was lost, and his soul and spirit fled away without a trace.

"It's good that you come back..." In the end, there was only this sentence, Xiao Wonton smiled self-mockingly, loosened her fingers, and passed from the center of her eyebrows over the bridge of her nose, and landed on her thin lips. Is this also true for food souls? Little Wonton rubbed her thin lips, as if trying to figure out the texture.

"Okay, so let's count it as an old debt from that year?" Little Wonton shook his head and smiled, looking at the doubts of "what kind of old debt from that year" that was full of Guiling Paste, his amber eyes still fell on the place where he was caressing. On the thin red lips, so he lowered his head, pressed it against Guiling Gao's neck, and asked politely: "Kiss?" He laughed at himself, and rubbed his neck all the way. Seal his mouth before opening his mouth, and prevaricate by saying that if you don't say it badly, then you will acquiesce.

Little Wonton kissed the corner of his upper lip, and slowly rubbed against that thin lip. The color of his lower lip was heavy, and he had been caressed just now. When he touched it, he parted it, and when he parted it, he stuck it up again. It was like a human kiss, full of affection , It was too ambiguous, Little Wonton pinched her chin, but it was you who didn't refuse first, you were right here, in this world, bewitching me without saying a word, and directly seduced me.

Maybe it was when we met earlier.

Love begins at a moment, and it is hard to dissipate in a hundred years.

He wished he could swallow the pressed turtle jelly alive, and he did it unintentionally, and bit his thin lip to bleed. Guiling jelly finally bit back unbearably, and the little wonton didn't hide, and then entangled him, forcing him to whimper and pant With a voice, the cold eyes were forced out of the mist, and the tortoise jelly was forced to beg for forgiveness intermittently: "It's not... just say... just a moment..."

Guiling Jelly pressed Little Wonton's head and pushed him away. He wiped his fingers viciously over his lips, panted against the door panel, and was finally let go. He was relieved from the airtight kiss. He looked at Little Wonton's hook. He pulled out the red rope, hooked the finger that was ominously red like tears of blood, watched his white teeth put the finger in his mouth, the finger was bright red, and the color of his lips was also bright red.

Little Wonton looked at him, the amber eyes in the corners of the peach blossom eyes, the eyes that were full of love and passion were terribly gloomy, and the voice was also terrible, Little Wonton said triumphantly: "Look, it's a criminal evidence."

Indeed, the evidence of crime he couldn't let go was between those lips and teeth, the red was dazzling, and so were those lips.

"I let you say everything, what exactly do you want me to say?" Guiling Gao looked at Yin Hong's fingers, closed his eyes, sighed slowly, and then said: "I didn't struggle or say no, you still want me Shall we get together first?"

"I'm standing here and I didn't run away. What are you afraid of?"

"I won't leave without saying goodbye again." Guiling Gao said slowly, each sentence was difficult, and it was so difficult to tell another person about himself. He looked at the little wonton, raised his hand and touched the person's head, He only felt that his actions were very comforting. From the very beginning, he had noticed the anxiety in Little Wonton, but he didn't know what to do.

Little Wonton has always been calm and free-spirited, and when he gets anxious, he looks like a child who has lost his temper. He yells and makes a fuss, but he doesn't mention why he is unhappy. He insists on letting people think about it. Continue coaxing, he can do what Little Wonton wants to do, he always has to figure out what Little Wonton is thinking.

"I was just scared at the beginning... I didn't mean it." Guiling Jelly explained, but couldn't say anything anymore.