Chapter 1008: On the eve of this evening, see this good man 84

The air seems to have been inexplicably stained with a burning atmosphere.
Xuan Jiu was stared at him like this. He only felt that his throat was tight and his heart was a little flustered, but he still pretended to calmly say: "You go out."
"Xiaojiu, do you miss me?" Ning Chengyuan turned a deaf ear to his words, so he fixedly stared at him and refused to remove his eyes.
Xuan Jiu took a look at him, too lazy to pull him with him, and he squatted and added firewood. He took a fan and fired it, but the fan didn’t go down a bit. He was accidentally caught by the gray smoke and just coughed two. Sound, Ning Cheng rushed from the door and took the fan in his hand, frowning: "I will help you."
Xuan Nine coughed and stood up. "You... will you?"
Ning Cheng looked up at him and saw Xuanji coughing on the wall. The eyelids were so red and red, the lips were red, and the throat was slightly open. Ning Cheng swallowed his throat and said: "It’s just a fire. You are really a waste of the general..."
Xuan Jiu had a good mouth and gave him a hangover soup...
"Xiaojiu, the prairie of Nanxun is pretty, that is, the climate is not so good today. When the spring is coming, will I take you to Nanxun to see the prairie?"
Ning Chengyuan piled the firewood into the stove, and then sat down against the wall, half-legged, slightly leaning his head against the wall, looking at Xuan Jiu’s body, he felt like him. Looking at Xuan Jiu, Xuan Jiu’s legs are quite straight and straight.
You can also see the neckline of Xuan Jiu's bow, the flames flickering and reflecting his side face, adding a touch of golden light, and it seems to give a very soft feeling.
When Xuan Jiu heard his words, he didn't think much about it. He nodded and nodded. "Okay."
Xuan Jiu’s voice is very clear and clean, Ning Cheng Yuan Ben is just a casual question. I never thought that Xuan Jiu really promised myself. Ning Cheng looked awkwardly and slammed tightly and stood up from the wall. When he got up, he stared at the back of Xuan Jiu, wanted to do something, and he gasped more and more.
Xuan Jiu seems to have heard the movement of his rise. He turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were a little confused, and it was clear and clear. It reflected the fire and was surprisingly bright. It seemed to be a soft light to shine into Ningchengyuan. In my heart, Ning Chengyuan couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed his hand and took him to his arms. He bowed his head and kissed his lips.
The temperature is cool and cool, and it is very soft.
But it was only a kiss, Xuan Jiu turned his head and snorted.
What makes Ning Chengyuan feel very unexpected is that Xuan Jiu did not have the imaginary anger, he did not even push him open, just a little resistance to his kiss.
Ning Cheng Yuankou is a low-pitched voice and said: "I'm sorry..."
Xuan Jiu lifted his hand and wiped his lips. He looked at him indifferently and licked his lips. "If you drink too much, don't talk to me any more."
Said, Xuan Jiu pushed him away, his expression cold and faint, went to the soup.
The fire reflected his face, a little red.
Ning Chengyuan stared at his side face behind him, and his hand, and said slowly, "If you don't let me drink, I won't drink."
Xuan Ji gently snorted, apparently not convinced his ghost.
He took the soup, looked at him and rushed him out.
Ning Cheng Yuan just played a rogue, and did not make him angry again, had to listen to him, went back to his room.