Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Chapter 162. The Warmth in the Cave

Feeling very uncomfortable, Nan Puyue wrapped her arms around his waist silently, put her head on his waist, and couldn't say anything for a while.

Zhuge Yi was stunned by this action. Looking at him who was so gentle, his heart felt soft. He stretched out his hand to stroke his long hair, and he felt a wonderful feeling between his fingers, as if he was bewitched, his breath became short of breath. Difficult to calm down, he suddenly hugged the person in his arms.

"What should I do with you?"

Zhuge Yi said with uncontrollable emotions, his voice was low and sweet, it seemed to be mixed with a lot of emotions, and people couldn't help being infected by it.

Saying this, she also added some strength to her hands and squeezed him tightly into her arms, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in front of her eyes in the next moment.

No way, he cares too much about him...

I don't know how long they hugged each other, Nan Puyue slowly raised her head, at this time they were only a few inches away from each other, looking at his handsome face magnified in front of her eyes, and then kissed his lips passionately.

Touching the familiar softness, at this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own blood vessels flowing backwards.

His eyelids twitched and his heart beat faster, as if he couldn't taste enough of him, Zhuge Yi clasped the back of his head forcefully, stretched out his soft tongue, and fought with his lips and teeth, gradually the two of them became breathing disordered and became more and more out of control.

The sounds of undressing, entangled wrestling, and suppressed panting... the sounds in this echoing cave make people think about it.

The winter night brought a bit of cold wind, which lingered quietly outside the cave, but the walls inside the cave were protected from the wind, and the fire was burning, so it was neither cold nor hot, and the warmth was just right.

Passion|desire rose, and soon there was a murmur piercing through the body from the cave.

"Is it painful?"

Zhuge Yi frowned lightly, and asked the person below him with concern.

Today's situation is special, so I didn't bring Huan|Love essential oil with me, which inevitably hurt him.

Nan Puyue raised her head embarrassingly, turned her perfect side face, and said in a pleasant voice, "It doesn't hurt, it's just that I don't get used to it for a while, and it will get better slowly."

Hearing this, Zhuge Yi also relaxed a little, his lower body moved slowly, enjoying the beauty while kissing his fair back.

The male's warm breath sprinkled on his neck, and on his spine, Nan Puyue's body trembled uncontrollably.

Love to the depths, accompanied by the two people's heavy panting, as if they couldn't get enough of him, Zhuge Yi turned his head and watched him look back at him with winking eyes like silk, locking him passionately as if he couldn't bear it. his lips.

"Yue~ I love you, I love you so much..."

The voice was drowned in the teeth, Zhuge Yi still poured out his deep love.

This is the only vow he has made in his life, and it is only solemnly made to this one person...

……

In the morning, the sky was white, with a breath of mountains and fields, and the air was very fresh.

But it was slightly brighter, and Zhuge Yi had already woken up.

At this time, the two of them were covered with big and warm mink fur cloaks, and the person in their arms was still sleeping peacefully.

The long eyelashes gracefully stretched on his face, forming a small faint shadow under the eyelids, looking very peaceful.

Seeing that he didn't seem to wake up at all, he must have experienced yesterday's narrow escape and lingering night, and he must be physically and mentally exhausted.

Without waking him up, Zhuge Yi got up quietly, covered him with a furry cloak, and rekindled the fire that was about to go out next to him. After doing all this, he walked to a wall and stopped.

There was a dark groove on the wall, and he reached out and took out a wooden box from the dark groove.

The box is made of red sandalwood, without any fancy patterns or unusual decorations. Although it looks ordinary, it is made by himself.

And the box is not the main thing, the real article is what's in the box.

The corner of the mouth slightly curled up... Today, it can be given to him.

The twelfth lunar month, a season at the end of winter and spring solstice, is a season for him to be grateful.

When the warm sun just rose, Zhuge Yi was already sitting leisurely in the cave and roasting a pheasant.

I don't know if he was attracted by the fragrance, or he woke up naturally after sleeping. At this time, the beautiful man in his dream slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

"Yat."

Nan Puyue called out dreamily, narrowed her long and narrow eyes half-closed into a line, and looked at the energetic man a few steps away with slightly heavy eyelids, as if she was not fully awake yet.

"Are you hungry?"

Zhuge Yi looked over gently, looking at him as if looking at his own child, his eyes were full of indescribable doting.

At this time, the fragrance was tangy, which really tested his sense of smell, and after he asked such a question, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

Standing up gracefully and luxuriously, her long hair poured all over the floor, sprinkled on the soft tiger skin couch, and with that jade-like face, she was even more charming than a woman.

Raising an arm and rubbing her slightly painful temple, Nan Puyue closed her eyes and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's exactly Chen Shi." Saying that, she put down the work in hand, walked up to sit beside him, then naturally embraced his shoulder and said, "If you're tired, sleep a little longer, and I'll call you at noon. "

Without any immediate response, Nan Puyue leaned her head lightly on his broad shoulders as if relaxing, and inadvertently, the cloak on her body also slipped a little, revealing a large piece of springtime that made people think about it immediately.

Knowing that he was very tired, holding back thoughts that he shouldn't have, Zhuge Yi pulled him up before he could move, and said: "Sleep, I will accompany you."

He shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I just want to stay with you for a while."

She tilted her head and kissed his hair, obsessed with the faint body fragrance from his body. After a while, Zhuge Yi suddenly asked him: "Do you know what day it is?"

As if knowing, but also as if not knowing, Nan Puyue curled the corners of her mouth, and then formed a beautiful arc: "What day?"

Thinking he had forgotten, Zhuge Yi was still a little excited.

Then a small voice rang in Nan Puyue's ear, as if she was pulling something into her bosom.

But when he was surprised, Zhuge Yi raised his arms and started to move between his hair.

A little itchy, Nan Puyue wanted to close her eyes comfortably, and Fox asked, "What are you doing?"

At this time, Zhuge Yi had inserted a hairpin-like thing for him.

Nan Puyue touched it with her hands, and the hair was hard and smooth. The touch of her hand told him that it was a hairpin, and it seemed to have a good texture.

Zhuge Yi stood up and looked at him.

I saw his black hair like a waterfall, his face like a mid-autumn moon, his color like a spring flower, his temples cut like knives, his eyebrows like ink paintings, his natural charm is all at the tip of his brows, all kinds of emotions in his life are piled up in the corners of his eyes, matched with the one carved by himself Only Muchai, I have to say, only he can fully display this kind of demeanor like a fairy, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.