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Chapter Thirty-eight

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    At night, Wen Qian tossed and turned on the wooden bed in the inn guest room, unable to figure out how he had offended Yang Jin.

    Although begging Bailai to follow up is a bit suspicious, but in normal times, he would either tell the truth, or pull her to ask what happened, and he only needs to make up a lie to cover the past and everything will be fine.  this reaction.  It made her feel like hitting cotton with one move, quite a dilemma.

    The small inn has been around for a few years, and the bed boards creak when moved a little.

    She suddenly turned over and sat up, touching her face and thinking worriedly: "Could it be that I'm not fresh enough?"

    Considering how Yang Jin had a happy conversation with Ling Ge in the yard before, it seems impossible.

    ? Even a young man like Shi Baichuan, who is not as good as a crown, knows how to find tender grass like Lingge Youyue to eat, let alone Mr. Yang, who is just young and in his early twenties.

    If so, it would be a very difficult and unsolvable question for her

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    ?As the Huaihe River approaches, there are more travelers along the way. The border is still in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. After two rains, the ground is full of humidity, and there is an indescribable sticky feeling when walking on the road.

    The climate is volatile in this season, and it is very easy to get sick. Horse-drawn carriages often pass by, and there is a long-drawn-out sneeze in the distance.

    The two teams hurried on their way one after the other, and Yang Jin still kept a distance from Wen Qian.

    During the day, she stopped to rest, and she was rummaging through the stalls by the roadside, when she heard Yang Jin talking not far away, occasionally covering her mouth and coughing lightly.

    "Brother, did you not sleep well last night? How about I keep watch today."

    "It's okay, I just choked"

    She thought about it, and bent down to pick up a few fresh pears at the fruit stand.

    The whole day was full of travel and dust, and in the evening, as usual, I found a place to rest.

    The taverns on the official road earn cash, and the food is not distracting. After the first two days of freshness, Youyue and the others don¡¯t like jumping so much. They finally feel the fatigue of the long journey, and they have almost eaten  Eat and go to bed early.

    After all the guests upstairs and downstairs had returned to their rooms to rest, Wen Qian walked lightly to the kitchen.

    The young cook was squatting in front of the stove watching the fire, and when he saw her coming in, he hurriedly got up, Wen Qian waved his hand, walked around him and lifted the lid of the pot, white air was blowing out, carrying a sweet aroma.

    The Sydney pear meat in the pot is as white as snow, and it looks sweeter and more delicious when served in a bowl to match the red dates and wolfberries.

    She packed the rock sugar pears, and gave the cook a handful of copper coins for the hush money: "You can't tell others that you cooked it."

    Immediately, he took the food box and went out to find Yang Jin.

    The way of coaxing people with sweets is what she left over from playing before she was six years old. At first glance, it seems a little weak, but it's just a radish and a pit. Whether it's right or not depends on the person.

    Wen Qian searched around the inn, but there was no one in the room, and only found him practicing swords in the backyard after walking around.

    In memory, it seems that Yang Jin rarely draws his sword. He doesn't like to be stained with blood, and most of the time he can do it without doing it.

    In the icy cold water, the bright light of the knife was like a meteor lightning, and the moonlight that fell inadvertently brushed a thin light when the knife edge was rising, but it was quickly hidden in the snow-like moves.  inside.

    When Yang Jin didn't wear the official clothes, he always preferred the arrow sleeves. The ink-colored top was tied in a jade belt, and his waist was tight, and his strong muscles stretched out with the wind of the knife.

    Hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, the edge of his body suddenly retracted, and the whole figure looked at the embroidered spring knife in his hand with condensed eyes.

    Wen Qian walked slowly with her hands behind her back.

    Seeing it was her, the hostility in Yang Jin's eyes instantly faded a lot, and he looked up at the sky.

    In the middle of the night, she picked the cleanest time to find herself, why?

    Inexplicably, some faint expectations arose in his heart.

    The small shop in the wilderness has to save money on candles, the paper lanterns outside the walls are swaying in the night wind, the dim yellow and silvery moonlight are intertwined, her face emerges from the dark shadows  , There is a beautiful smile between the brows.

    This look is not unfamiliar.

    Since we have known each other for so long, besides him running the music workshop, it is not that Wen Qian has not taken the initiative to visit, but after thinking about it carefully, every time she greets with a smile seems to have a purpose.

    The first time we met was to get Jin Yiwei to withdraw from the music workshop, the second time was to go to Qingliang Villa, and the third time was for childhood friends

    so roughly??The last one fought back in the same way, the bloody smell between his lips and teeth slid down the corners of his mouth, he didn't care about so much at the moment, he simply smashed the jar, he unconsciously amplified his strength, and then amplified it, his fingers wrapped around her  head, and ruthlessly pressed Wen Qian into his arms.

    Lips and teeth chasing each other, not giving in to each other.

    If there are outsiders at this moment, they will probably be shocked by such a fierce and domineering "word of mouth".

    Those crumbling and sucking sounds that came out when they were flattering and avoiding, entangled with a heart-pounding heat.

    The atmosphere around him finally boiled in this extremely "serious" kiss, and even though they were competing with each other, those strange breathing sounds moved his nerves inch by inch. His mouth became more moist, and the temperature on his body began to scald uncontrollably.  The blood around him seemed to be rushing to the same place, and his limbs were numb

    The stamina of men far better than women finally gave Yang Jin the upper hand. Before his breath was exhausted, Wen Qian turned from defense to offense.

    The two of them looked at each other and panted silently.

    Yang Jin looked at her with burning eyes, leaning against the cold stone wall, raised the back of his hand to wipe off the blood and water stains under his lips.

    Wen Qian suddenly grabbed his hand, pressed it against her chest, and even caused him to knead it twice.

    Yang Jin was slightly taken aback, the softness of his fingertips made his back tremble uncontrollably.

    There is a calm expression in the charming peach blossom eyes that are close at hand.

    "Isn't it just a promise with your body? I Wenqian will do what I say." She provoked every word, "You can come to my room at any time, and I will accompany you at any time. It depends on Mr. Yang whether you dare or not."

    As he spoke, he shook his hand aside and walked away without looking back.

    The pear soup on the stone table has long since cooled, and the breeze can't make any ripples.

    In the same place, Yang Jin withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and wiped his lips with his thumb.

    The vague pain was still spreading, and he found that his hands were shaking a little bit. He stretched out his five fingers and looked in front of his eyes, only to feel that his palm was burning like a fire

    He silently clasped his five fingers tightly together, and finally pressed the space between his eyebrows with a headache.

    On the other side, Wen Qian, who walked proudly, went back to the room, bolted the door haughtily, closed the window haughtily, finished removing her makeup haughtily, and finally fell straight on her back on the bed.

    The long-standing wooden bed whined immediately, as if it was about to fall apart in the next moment.  Before the lingering sound died down, she picked up a soft pillow to cover her head, hammered her back twice, and howled twice in distraught.

    What is this called!

    She was obviously going to deliver sweet soup, so why did she not only get a "promise with words", but also added a "promise with body"!

    Having yet to get out of the melee just now, this night was simply a mess, and it is even more unbearable to think about it.

    Really unwilling to face the reality, Wen Qian simply covered the quilt, and decided to finish the important matter before going to bed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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