The kiss came unexpectedly.
Only now did Xie Queshan realize that he had thought things too simply and that not being able to lie turned out to be a curse.
Cursing him to personally dig out the sincerity that he himself has never seen from a pile of unbearable flesh and blood. But he hasn't had such experience yet.
He wanted her to get close, but he didn't want her to get too close. Things in the world could never be so perfect. He had already raised her fangs, put on armor, opened her teeth and claws, and penetrated every corner.
On the contrary, he is like a clumsy child. He doesn't know how to do it, and he simply breaks the jar and throws it away.
The covert kiss became his last wall.
But Nan Yi fiercely refused to give in, and they continued to kiss, biting their lips and teeth, unwilling to admit defeat or give in. Each has his own thoughts, but they are inseparable.
During the movement, he brushed down the vase beside him, and the porcelain vase fell to the ground with a bang. At this time, he finally caught her hand, squeezed his fingers between her fingers, and held her hand tightly.
Almost stubborn, she wants to prove that her palm is empty.
He loosened his lips and panted against her forehead. Because of her foul, this tug of war can finally end temporarily.
It was quiet for a moment.
Nan Yi was in a daze. She actually felt that this kiss was very strange. It was not demanding or charming, but it was almost a break in prayer. He blocked out her words again and again, and finally her chest was empty and she couldn't ask any more questions.
Only then did she smell the faint smell of blood on him. This smell was amplified at such a short distance, and she suddenly realized that he must have had a very difficult day.
He must be working very hard too.
She raised her eyes to look at him. He didn't know how to end it, so he slowly took one or two steps back, looking at the mess on the ground with a guilty conscience.
Red apricots and white porcelain are broken together.
She didn't know why, but she was a little sad.
Just now, when she was sitting by the window waiting, she was still wondering why he suddenly put a flower in the room. This was not his style. But she felt good, spring beauty finally came to him.
She knelt down and wanted to save the flower. When I picked up the branches, the petals were broken. They were stained by water and couldn't be gathered up.
He became more and more upset, and finally said: "I'll take care of it, you go back."
Nan Yi didn't listen to his words and just collected the white porcelain and piled it aside, then patiently picked up the broken flowers one by one.
She stopped asking and didn't push him, but she just didn't want this bright color to be wiped off hastily.
"It's all broken into pieces, what's the use of picking them up?"
"I like it, please leave me alone." She replied in a muffled voice.
Xie Queshan pulled her away: "I said no - don't do anything - go."
She looked at him stubbornly: "Go and pick another branch."
A cow's lip is not a horse's mouth.
After a few seconds of silent confrontation, he didn't move, and Nan Yi went out on his own.
Xie Queshan sighed, she rarely acted stubborn in front of him, let alone a flower, such an insignificant thing. But he vaguely knew what she was competing for.
She's so nice that it's heartwarming.
His footsteps still followed him out.
There is a low wall in the small courtyard outside the door. Outside the wall is a garden, with several branches decorated with petals stretching across. Under the moonlight, he lay quietly on the wall.
I saw her standing under the wall, tiptoeing to break off the branches, but she still couldn't reach them.
He followed her unprincipledly again, took a step forward, hugged her calves very naturally, and lifted her up.
Nan Yi let out a low cry in shock. The feeling of weightlessness made her subconsciously close her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with flowers.
She half-leaned stiffly on Xie Queshan. This high position made her feel dangerous, but she tried to move. He held her firmly and felt safe.
She raised her hand to touch the flower branch, and a smile appeared on her face.
Behind me is the night, in front of me is spring. At this moment, she couldn't remember what night it was.
She allowed herself to forget at this moment, forgetting the stormy waves outside, forgetting the inconsistency between them, and forgetting those obscure constraints.
They are all thieves, stealing a bit of beauty from this spring night. It is not for outsiders, it is only their beauty.
She did not break off the branches, but swayed the thick branches, and the petals fell, falling on her hair and clothes.
The tangy floral fragrance has a hint of greenness, like unformed sweetness.
She smiled, lowered her head and asked, "Xie Chaoen, does it look good?"
He raised his head, as if looking at the flowers, as if looking at her.
"Yeah." He replied.
They escaped together to the smallest peach blossom garden in the world, and spring gave them a rain for two people.
He put her down, her soft arms draped over his shoulders.
Somehow, she held his face and looked at it carefully, inch by inch. He was so good-looking. A Yuefu poem she had memorized said, "The accumulated stones are like jade, the pine trees are like emeralds, and the beauty is like no other in the world." It is not an exaggeration to describe such a face. Such a good-looking man would obviously have many people loving him, so how could she get such a huge advantage?
Oh, it must be that he is too fierce, his eyes are always like a ball of ink that has just been rubbed out, and he wants to crush everything he goes into the night.
But now there was light, flowers, and her in his eyes.
She seemed to see through him, but not through him. How did he get here through those dark nights? How many secrets does he have that can only be hidden in the dark night?
She gave up and let the dark night swallow her up. It was also good to be lingering, so let's be lingering.
She closed her eyes and lightly pressed her lips to his.
In an instant, it was like a blazing tree and silver flowers, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, like three souls and seven souls rushing into the sky, and then all returning to their places in an instant.
The world seemed to be collapsing, and he was in the ruins, waiting for destruction and arrival.
She opened a door.
His emotions and desires were piled there in confusion, gathering dust and dust. Then she walked in, and every step she took awakened the pain he had deliberately hidden in the past. Her arrival was obviously a kind of harm, but he could only drink poison to quench his thirst and enjoy it as if it were sweet wine. He was in pain, so painful that a person could no longer hold on, and he felt that he was just a fragile paper shell, a mortal.
So he hugged her tightly, as if he was holding the only driftwood in his ups and downs in this world. They continued to kiss in a haphazard manner, like two ignorant beasts fighting each other, expressing their acceptance stiffly.
From the courtyard to the room, he sank on the couch.
The table was pushed to the ground, making a lot of noise. I don't know what else was pushed down, but it made an incomprehensible noise.
Sometimes she was awake and sometimes confused. She couldn't remember why it happened like this. Everything was sudden and yet so logical.
She has not yet understood what love is in the world, so she uses a difficult problem to cover up the previous problem.
It turns out she was escaping too. She just pressed him, but she was not prepared to bear the result. Why does she need to know who he is? What happens after you find out?
The answer is looming, but now is not a good time to think about it.
She felt happy, and she didn't know why. She wanted to be closer to him, even closer. When she was close to the flame, she was melting and burning. This feeling she had never experienced before made her almost crazy. Time has become a river that cannot flow, and they are indulged in a blurred boundary together.
Anyway, this is an airtight box, containing him and her, and no one knows about it anyway.
Oh...wind.
She felt the wind coming in outside the door and said vaguely: "Close the door..."
"No one is coming..." He stalled her words, not caring about these details.
A certain kind of uneasiness that was unique to the unlucky person rushed into Nan Yi's mind at an inappropriate time, and she opened her eyes to take a look.
Xie Queshan suddenly felt Nan Yi push him hard. He didn't pay attention and went to hold her wrist to stop her movement. She became anxious and kicked him hard, knocking him down.
Xie Queshan sat down on the ground, stunned.
He first saw the embarrassed expression on Nan Yi's face, and then followed her gaze and looked back. Standing at the door was her mouth wide open in surprise, like Mrs. Gantang who had swallowed a hundred eggs.
He sat on the ground a little funny, unable to turn his head.
The three people at the moment were all ashamed.
……
A few days ago, Mrs. Gantang heard that Xie Queshan had returned to his home. It was late at night and there was little movement between the various courtyards, but after thinking about it, Mrs. Gantang thought that she might not be able to catch the person another day, so she decided to take advantage of this quiet time to chat with him about some personal matters.
Let’s talk about Nan Yi.
In the past few days, she had heard some rumors circulating in the house. Of course she didn't believe those romantic topics, but she thought that Xie Queshan and Zhang Yuehuan were not getting along, so she secretly used tricks to prevent Nan Yi from remarrying. It's possible. So firstly, I want to remind Xie Queshan to pay attention to his words and deeds, and don't fall into the trap of others. Secondly, I want him to nod and agree to Nan Yi's remarriage, so as not to cause trouble behind others' backs.
As a result, we saw this shocking scene.
She suspected that she had made a mistake, and she didn't know what to think. She walked away a few steps and looked back again.
Still this scene.
She wanted to run, this was more than she could handle.
Her steps were messed up, she staggered, and hurried out. Tang Rong was waiting for her at the entrance of the courtyard. Seeing her unsteady steps, he kindly reached out to help her.
The man's hot palm touched her arm, which was normal. At this moment, Mrs. Gantang felt that it was rebellious, and she immediately ran away as if she had seen a ghost, and even took a few steps back.
Tang Rong's hand froze in mid-air, not knowing what happened.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Tang Rong naturally looked at Xie Queshan's residence.
"Let's go." Mrs. Gantang's face turned pale, she lost her grace, and she almost trotted away from this place.
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Nan Yi even thought about running away all night. She was so ashamed that she didn't know how to behave in Wangxuewu and how to face Mrs. Gantang.
She was really fascinated and carried away by beauty. Now that I have woken up, I feel so regretful that my intestines are blue.
But Xie Queshan told her that she had seen everything, so what else could she do? Just pretend that nothing happened.
He kept his word, his face no longer panicked, he even helped Nan Yi straighten her clothes, and asked her thoughtfully if she wanted to send her back. Isn't this person ashamed at all?
Nan Yi rejected her kindness and vowed that she would not want to be with him for a long time in the future. She climbed over the wall and returned to her yard. She anxiously waited until dawn when the maid invited her over for breakfast. She carefully observed the person's expression and found that there was nothing strange about her. It seems like no one knows yet...
She wanted to claim she was sick, but she went ahead anyway. Everything was as usual in the dining room, bustling and steaming.
No one noticed her either. Nan Yi hid in a corner and wanted to finish his meal quickly, but Xie Queshan walked into the dining room right after.
She suddenly froze in place, sitting on pins and needles, feeling that the soft meat buns seemed to have become hard, and the dense white porridge had turned into paste, and everything was dull.
Mrs. Gantang glanced at Xie Queshan, and her expression darkened instantly. After a night of thinking, she had figured out a possibility in her mind.
How could such a rebellious thing happen without Xie Queshan's initiative!
Maybe it was forced by Xie Queshan.
She kicked his stool and said, "I didn't prepare your breakfast."
Xie Queshan:.
Everyone was a little stunned. They didn't know why Mrs. Gantang showed her face to Xie Queshan so early in the morning.
Xie Queshan smiled guiltily, showing a rare good temper.
"Okay, second sister, then I'll go to the government office to eat."
Miraculously, the dining room was only so big, and the three people cleverly avoided looking at each other.
