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    Jinglan picked up the slipping corner of the quilt with one hand. He suspected that he had heard wrongly and was stunned for a while before he realized what he was saying.

    Luo Yuanqiu is an elm-headed man who is sometimes inactive, as if he was born without a string. He doesn't know how to write the word "·çÇé". Once in a while, Jing Lan has to burn incense and pray when he gets enlightened once or twice.

    Although she knew that sleeping was literally sleeping, her heartbeat still skipped a few beats because of Luo Yuanqiu's words. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you know about sleeping? Bring the quilt and knock on it like a thief for a long time."  Window, standing silently, not saying anything else when we meet, but talking about going to bed first?"

    Luo Yuanqiu thought for a while and humbly asked her for advice: "Then what should I do?"

    Jing Lan ordered: "Close the window first."

    Luo Yuanqiu closed the window as instructed. Jing Lan hugged a quilt and motioned to the bed: "Come over."

    Luo Yuanqiu just walked over, and suddenly his eyesight went dark, something covered him, and he was immediately pushed to the bedside on his back.  Realizing that the mattress was very soft, she simply spread her arms and lay still on the bed.

    Jinglan pinned her down, looking at her unaware stupidity, and felt a bit angry.  But Luo Yuanqiu kept asking: "Tell me, what should I do?"

    Jing Lan put his hand on her waist, and the two breathed each other, making them feel warm for no reason.  Luo Yuanqiu realized later, his ears were slightly warmed by her breath, and he heard Jing Lan's hoarse voice: "You should ask me if I want to sleep with you, do you understand?"

    She usually speaks with a clear and clear voice, as clear and sweet as pearls falling on a plate.  Now, speaking under the quilt, he seemed to be a different person, and his voice was a little seductive for no reason.  Luo Yuanqiu only felt it was fresh and wanted to hear it again, so he hooked his arms around Jinglan's neck and said, "Say it a few more times."

    Could it be that this piece of wood named Luo can also have enlightenment?  Jing Lan didn't believe it, seeing her looking at him with shining eyes, so wholeheartedly, he couldn't help but be a little distracted, and repeated it several times in Luo Yuanqiu's ear.

    Luo Yuanqiu had heard enough, and pushed her away very naturally, saying: "No need to ask, we are so close, so sleeping is nothing. You can get into my bed whenever you want, don't you need more?"  what?"

    Jinglan lifted up the quilt and lay down side by side with her, Cong Shanruliu said, "What about my bed?"

    Luo Yuanqiu looked as if he should take it for granted: "I'm lying down right now, aren't I?"

    After she finished speaking, she heard muffled laughter and turned her head to look over blankly.  Jinglan just smiled and buried her face in the quilt, laughing so hard that her shoulders trembled.  Luo Yuanqiu pulled her shoulders and wanted her to face him: "Why are you laughing? Is what I said wrong?"

    Jinglan smiled enough, then turned around, put his arm around her waist and pulled the belt over her body.  Luo Yuanqiu lay on top of her, still puzzled. He pressed her shoulders and still wanted to ask. Jinglan pinched her face and said with a smile: "What a stupid head. He doesn't understand anything."

    Luo Yuanqiu heard that she sounded like she was scolding him, but her tone was completely different. He wanted to use his senior sister's tricks to teach her a lesson. Jing Lan stared at her like a prophet, and said: "You want to do something? Don't forget it.  You just made an oath."

    Luo Yuanqiu was immediately discouraged and said angrily: "You remember it really well."

    Jinglan lowered her eyelashes and said in a sad tone: "Who makes me unable to defeat you? As your Taoist companion, what will happen if I am beaten to death?"

    Luo Yuanqiu was in disbelief: "Am I that kind of person?"

    Jinglan looked at her expressionlessly, and when she wasn't prepared, the hand that was originally on her waist moved up, along the corner of her clothes, and said, "Don't be so loud, I'm a little scared."

    Luo Yuanqiu felt guilty and lowered his voice: "Don't talk nonsense, when will I tell you - where are you putting your hands?!"

    By the time she belatedly realized that there was an extra hand in her clothes, Jinglan had already touched it back and forth several times, and leisurely followed it down the spine, feeling that the skin in her palm was smooth and delicate.  A little force will leave marks.

    Luo Yuanqiu felt ashamed and angry, turned around to grab her hand, but suddenly froze.

    Jing Lan¡¯s fingers were hooked on the belt of her coat, her eyes were filled with anger as she looked at Luo Yuanqiu motionless.

    She raised her chin slightly, revealing a slender neck, and her clothes were half-open. The originally elegant fragrance of her clothes was fumigated by her body temperature, revealing a little ambiguity.  It's a pity that all this romantic attitude is useless, Luo Yuanqiu is only thinking about the hand on his back, lest she take off his clothes.

    She was so angry that her lips trembled and she blushed from her face to her ears. She gritted her teeth and said, "Take your hands out!"

    Jinglan was not afraid that her voice would be loud at this time, and said lazily: "Where did you get it from?"

    Luo Yuanqiu didn¡¯t expect herJing Lan twisted her hair and said, "Close your eyes."

    Luo Yuanqiu turned his head sideways and felt warm water flowing down his temples. He opened his eyes when he heard Jing Lan say yes, turned around and lay beside the tub to look at her.

    Most of Jinglan's sleeves were wet before he put down the ladle, and saw her lying on the side of the tub with her face in her hands, her long wet hair hanging on her shoulders, her pupils looking particularly dark because of the water vapor, and she said, "What?  "

    Luo Yuanqiu said without hesitation: "Look at you."

    Her puzzled head was sometimes bright and sometimes ineffective. Jing Lan actually felt that she was used to it. He took a handkerchief and wiped her face and said casually: "Look at me? What's there to see? You can't remember faces, right?"  ?¡±

    Luo Yuanqiu raised his head and said, "But I want to remember you."

    Jing Lan¡¯s breath froze, his gaze went down her slender white neck, and he whispered: ¡°Turn around, face away from me.¡±

    Luo Yuanqiu turned around obediently, revealing a little reddish earlobe between his black hair.  Jinglan poured the water down and followed the water traces with her fingers to touch a hideous scar on her shoulder blade. It was an injury that Luo Yuanqiu had suffered before, but she never said why she suffered it.

    "If you want one person to live, another person must die. One life for another, one thing for one thing, this has always been the case. No matter how unpredictable the magic is, it cannot escape this rule"

    Jinglan suddenly remembered what Master Yan had said, and when he looked at the scar on Luo Yuanqiu's back, he felt a little ominous for no reason.

    Why did Luo Yuanqiu come back from the dead, and what price did he pay?  Jinglan wanted to ask, but when the words came to her lips, every word felt like a thorn in her heart.

    She told the monster in the mirror tonight that as long as she asked, Luo Yuanqiu would definitely answer.  But she couldn't speak for anything, and she had never felt so weak.

    Throwing the handkerchief aside, he found a dry cloth and placed it beside the bucket. Jinglan left a message: "Come out after washing and put your clothes on the screen."

    Luo Yuanqiu nodded perfunctorily, not noticing anything strange about her at all, and continued soaking in the water.

    Jinglan picked up her old cotton robes, and suddenly something fell out of her sleeve and fell to the ground. She picked it up and saw that it was a purse embroidered with peonies, with some broken silver in it.

    When Luo Yuanqiu came out wrapped in a dry cloth and had just put on her clothes, she saw Jing Lan standing by the screen holding her cotton robe, pinching something and asking, "Who gave this to you?"

    Luo Yuanqiu glanced at it and said while tying his belt: "My second uncle gave it to me."

    Jing Lan¡¯s expression suddenly changed and he said, ¡°Your second uncle?¡±

    Luo Yuanqiu wiped his hair and said casually: "Gu Shen is the one who is entangled with Princess Yunhe in the storybook. Have you heard of it?"

    There was silence for a while, Jinglan¡¯s expression changed several times, and finally he said slowly: ¡°Do you know who Princess Yunhe is?¡±

    The clothes were a bit big. Luo Yuanqiu rolled up his sleeves and said with a confused look on his face: "Who is it? I don't know, do you know him?"

    Jinglan: "Princess Yunhe is my mother."

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