Chapter 20: I want to talk or not (4)

Ye Hua put down his pen, took the dumpling with one hand, and said, "I can still hold you with one hand. The boy sheds tears at every turn. What kind of demeanor." The wind swept across my eyes and said with a smile: " Although I always think that beauty is sad, but you are so sad, but it is really hard. I already felt that this arm felt a little bit the day before, so don't worry."
I sighed in my heart, with a joyful look on my face, and said: "I naturally know that your arm will heal soon, but I don't know if it can be as flexible as usual after it is healed. You have a good description of your hand, if so. But I can’t paint. I will draw a portrait with Tuanzi later. I have to bother others, which is inconvenient."
He lowered his head and laughed, put down the dumpling and said, "My left hand is always more flexible than my right hand. Even if the right hand is not good, it doesn't matter. Otherwise, I will describe it for you now?"
I opened my mouth. He deserves to be the person chosen by Tianjun to succeed him. In addition to fighting and killing, he actually has this ability.
Cheng Yu, who had been honest and slumped by the side, immediately approached mentally and said: "The empress is outstanding, and the idle painter dare not write, I am afraid that only the king can paint the fairy posture of the empress, Xiaoxian will go to give The case of the king taking pen and ink painting."
Cheng Yuyuan Jun can speak, and can make people happy. One sentence makes me particularly useful. I raised my hand and allowed her.
With a gust of wind, Cheng Yu put up pen, ink, paper and inkstone and came back from washing the drawing plan. I held the dumpling and leaned against the beauty according to Ye Hua’s intention. Seeing Cheng Yuxian was fine, I kindly invited her over. Sitting next to me, let Ye Hua draw her by the way.
The dumpling leaned against my arms and twisted.
Ye Hua raised her eyebrows slightly without saying anything. When he wrote down, he smiled faintly at me. His smile reflected the dark sky behind him, and the soft candlelight, as if three thousand worlds were shining brightly, my heart swayed, and the enthusiasm spread all the way along the roots of my ears.
Even if he couldn't move his right hand at all, his posture with ink application was all chic and beautiful. Well, I think my vision for choosing a husband is really good.
When this picture was finished, I didn't realize how many hours it took, but the dumpling had fallen asleep in my arms. Cheng Yu leaned over to look, daring not to be angry, and crying in mourning: "Xiao Xian has been sitting for such a long time, and the Lord, Shengming, also painted Xiao Xian's clothes anyway."
I hugged the dumpling and leaned over to look.
Ye Hua's left hand-drawn painting is no worse than his right hand. If the second brother knows about him as a great talent, he must be cited as a confidant.
When I moved, the dumpling woke up and slipped off my knees in the blink of an eye. He looked at the painting and said, "Chengyu, why don't you have you on it?"
Cheng Yu glanced at him sadly.
Seeing Chengyu's pitiful appearance, I touched her shoulder and comforted me: "Yehua has a little physical strength these days, and he should be tired after painting with one hand. You should be considerate."
Cheng Yu coughed with his right hand in front of his mouth, "Physical...lack of energy?"
Ye Hua's action of throwing the pen into the brush washer paused, and I saw a white jade carved Zihao break into two pieces in his hand.
Keke, you said something wrong.
Tuanzi looked at Chengyu innocently and stupidly, and said: "What does it mean to be physically weak? Is it true that although Father can hold A Li, he can't hold his mother?"
I chuckled twice and took a step back. Before that step was backed down, the world suddenly fell. When I came back to my senses, I was already carried by Ye Hua.
I was shocked.
He fluttered and said to Cheng Yu: "Clean up the table, and you will send Ah Li back to his hall to rest."
Cheng Yu closed his sleeves and said yes, Tuanzi blindfolded his hands and shouted at him. Cheng Yu guiltily put his hand to cover Tuanzi's mouth.
When I got married with Sang Ji more than 50,000 years ago, the principles that A-niang taught me to be a bride were all aimed at their heavenly palace, but Yehua never followed the rules of their heavenly palace when he was involved with me. Because of my youth and simplicity, I couldn’t find any lessons for me in the boudoir affairs. I felt that the matter had come to this point, and only according to our Qingqiu customs.
My third brother Bai Qi once composed a tune, and this tune is sung like this: "Sister, go forward boldly, and immediately shoot when you see it, tie it with a wool rope and hook it with a bamboo pole. If you are Slow on a little bit, the brother in my heart, he was abducted by others. "My third brother, he is a talent, this piece of music simply reflects the folk customs of Qingqiu.
All the way, the dizzy light of the palace lantern showed me the same shadow as Ye Huarong. He walked fast, I was lying on his shoulder, seeing that I was about to turn out of the corridor and turn to Xiwu Palace, I turned my head and said, " Your Tiangong always pays attention to style. You carry me like this, isn't it a style?"
He chuckled softly and said: "I always pay attention to style, and it is inevitable to lose a lot of interest. Sometimes I also want to be less unified.
So the two of me turned all the way back to his Zichen Temple in such an improper way. He carried the huge Bucai in one hand, and walked steadily without breathing a breath. Seeing this formation, the Xiaoxian'e in his hall retreated fully knowingly and interestingly. The one who retreated at the end also did a good job with blushing cheeks and helped us close the door.
It was natural for me to do this with Ye Hua, and this little Xian'e blushed so hard that she had never seen the world.
Last time in the Xihai Crystal Palace, Ye Hua was very meticulous and gentle, but tonight he was somehow, um, a little bit rough.
He put me down on the bed, my head rested on his unsteady right arm, his left hand squeezed me firmly, looked for my mouth, and took a bite with a low smile. Although his bite didn't hurt, I didn't think he could take advantage of it in vain. As I was about to bite it back, his lips moved toward the base of my ears.
The earlobe was repeatedly sucked by him in his mouth, and it was already a little painful. He bit lightly, and a numbness immediately spread through my limbs, and I heard myself moaning twice.
In the two humming sounds of me, his lips gradually slipped, and unfortunately he encountered an obstacle, it was this red dress on me. This was the second sister-in-law who gave me a small stay in the fox cave a year ago, saying it was a treasure made of what kind of silk. I don't have much knowledge about this, I just know that the clothes are always difficult to wear, and even less easy to take off. This time, he was good with only one hand, and took off my clothes that are not easy to take off, but he took off very smoothly. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the skirt that was still on my body was thrown on the ground with a wave of his hand.
Although he took off my clothes so smoothly, he was very clumsy when it was his turn to take off. I couldn't see it and got up to help him. He laughed. I had his robe wide in my hand, but he leaned over, and his lips lingered all the way along my neck. I was too troubled by him, and my hands were weak, so I could barely twist his clothes and pull left and right.
I have to admire myself. After so many tugging, his clothes actually made me take off.
With his head buried in my chest, he sucked lightly or hard at the knife mark. This knife mark has been healed for more than five hundred years, and I didn't feel much anymore, but when he was kissed so tightly, somehow it made me feel sore from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toes. The bottom of my heart was like a cat scratching, I couldn't tell what it was like, I just felt very impatient. I circled his neck with my hands, and the dark black hair he slid over my arm, and it swept softly when I moved, I looked up and took a few breaths. He approached the base of my ears and said, "Uncomfortable?" Although his mouth asked so softly, his hands weren't like that at all. He stroked my back all the way with strength and force.
His hands have always been cold, but now they are extremely hot. I feel that the place he touched is like a freshly cooked glutinous rice cake, so crisp that it can melt away with just one bite. His lips moved to my chin again, biting bit by bit. I pressed my lips to hold the heavier and heavier gasps, feeling that something in my body was taking roots and budding quickly, and it instantly grew into a towering tree.
This tree wants to entangle the person I hold tightly.
His lips moved along the chin to the corner of my mouth, kissed softly for a while, bit my lower lip, and forced me to open my teeth. I couldn't stand it because of him making trouble, so I went back to kiss me fiercely, first acted first, and stuck my tongue into his mouth. He was stunned for a moment, his hand stroked my back waist and rubbed it hard. I was irritated and I forgot to move my tongue. When he reacted, he had already invaded my mouth...
This entanglement made me very emotional, but I don't know how long his foreplay will be. When his tongue withdraws from my mouth, I can't help but urge: "You, hurry up!" The squishy voice surprised me.
He was stunned, and smiled: "My hands are not stable, shallow, come up a little bit."
His deep voice is so nice. I was so confused that I was stirring a pot of rice paste in my head, so I followed his words and came up a little bit.
When he stepped in, I held his hand and couldn't control my strength, and pinched my nails into the flesh. He snorted and whispered in my ear, "I will give you a manicure tomorrow."
I used to set up a fortune-telling stall in the Mortal Realm, and when business was weak, I would not only look at the scripts, but also from time to time to find two serious books. There is a very serious book mentioning that "to be in love, but only to be courteous", saying that love can happen logically, but it must be terminated by moral etiquette. The ten brothers who set up the stall with me felt that the mortal who put forward this statement was probably a lunatic. I even agree with him. In fact, it is rare for a to have a decent peach blossom for one hundred and eight thousand years. If you have to restrain yourself from time to time, you will abuse yourself.
Afterwards, I leaned in Yehua's arms, and he played with my hair sideways, not knowing what he was thinking. I think the pot of rice paste in my head hasn't slowed down yet, it's still sticking. After a long time, confused, but suddenly remembered a major event.