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After Luo Yuanqiu finished speaking, it was quiet for a while. Her eyes traced the branches and leaves on the screen, chasing the flowers that were about to bloom and hung like snow. Afterwards, she realized that she was drunk. She took a breath and felt the fragrance surrounding her, as if she was actually sitting among the flowers. Forest-like.
There seemed to be flowers falling in front of her eyes, and when the wind blew, they even fell all over her lapel. Just when I was relaxed and fascinated, I suddenly heard the sound of water coming from behind the screen again, and Jing Lan's voice came with a hint of a smile: "You actually know how to practice dual cultivation? I don't believe you have such a good understanding."
Luo Yuanqiu covered his mouth and yawned, and said: "Wen Ying told me that there seems to be another way of practice between Taoist couples. Junior sister, can you do it?"
"Not really." Jing Lan replied.
Luo Yuanqiu touched the tip of his nose: "Better than me, I don't know how to do it at all."
She said decisively without waiting for Jinglan¡¯s answer: ¡°Let¡¯s wait until I ask Wenying. She said she wanted to lend me an ancient book for dual cultivation¡±
Jinglan interrupted her and said loudly: "What did you say, you want to ask her about this kind of thing?"
Luo Yuanqiu was startled and said in surprise: "Ask her what's wrong? I don't know how, and you don't know much about it. Why don't you ask someone who knows?"
Jinglan was silent for a while, and then said: "I remembered it wrong, I know how to do it."
Luo Yuanqiu asked doubtfully: "Can this be remembered incorrectly?"
"I drank too much, so I was a little drunk just now, and my brain is not working well." Jing Lan said, with a hint of gritted teeth in his voice, "I remembered the wrong thing and said the wrong thing for a moment."
Luo Yuanqiu put his hands on his knees, thought for a while and asked: "Double cultivation shouldn't be too difficult?"
The sound of running water sounded, and Jing Lan seemed to have come out of the bathtub and was getting dressed. Hearing this, he said lightly: "It's not difficult, I promise you can learn it in a jiffy."
Luo Yuanqiu couldn't help but laugh and said: "Seriously?"
Jinglan said: "It's absolutely true."
The sound of footsteps came from behind. Luo Yuanqiu did not turn around, but soon a warm embrace pressed against his back. Jing Lan smelled like someone after taking a shower, and her long hair was still dripping with water. Luo Yuanqiu turned his head to look at her and said with a smile, "What if you can't teach me?"
Jing Lan took Luo Yuanqiu's hand and gently bit her middle finger. The breath spraying beside her ear became a little hot. Luo Yuanqiu leaned over to hide, but Jing Lan held her shoulders, kissed her hair, and said vaguely: "Then teach her a few more times, and you can always learn."
¡°I don¡¯t know if it was because of drinking, but Luo Yuanqiu vaguely felt that his heart was beating a little fast. In addition to the warm embrace on his back, there was also a softness that was hard to describe in words. Luo Yuanqiu thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Are you"
Jing Lan paused slightly: "What is it?"
Luo Yuanqiu hesitated, looked down at her tightly fitting skirt, and asked curiously: "Did you hide the steamed buns in your clothes? Otherwise, why would they be so soft?"
The emotional expression on Jing Lan's face had not yet faded. Hearing these words, he felt as if he had been slapped. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He pinched Luo Yuanqiu's face and said angrily: "Who would bring steamed buns with them when taking a bath?" ?!¡±
Luo Yuanqiu naturally turned around, touched along the collar, rubbed it a few times under Jing Lan's shocked eyes, and said in surprise: "Oh, it doesn't seem to be a steamed bun, so is it real?"
The look on her face was too open, which made Jing Lan feel a little uncomfortable. Jinglan grabbed her hand and pulled it out. He sighed and said feebly, "Of course it's true. Okay, follow me back to the room and don't talk anymore."
Luo Yuanqiu asked: "Why?"
Jing Lan covered her mouth and whispered: "It's too disappointing."
"Aren't you practicing some magic? Doesn't it depend on your interest?" Luo Yuanqiu broke away from her hand, his eyes a little suspicious, "Do you know it or not? Tell the truth, I can't Laughing at you.¡±
Jinglan held her hand and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I know everything."
Luo Yuanqiu still felt that she was forcing herself, so he said, "Then I'll ask Wen Ying."
Jinglan made a mental note of Chen Wenying, and with a calm expression on her face, she led Luo Yuanqiu into the house. Seeing that the food on the table was already cold, she picked up the wine glass she had just used and filled it up, and asked the people around her: "What else?" Do you want to drink?"
Luo Yuanqiu said: "Didn't you say you want to practice dual cultivation? What are you doing drinking?"
Jinglan sighed, drank it, and held her chin to drink it. Luo Yuanqiu almost choked, swallowed the wine and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jinglan extinguished the candle on the table with a snap of her fingers, pulled her into the back room, and said in a low voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak."
Luo Yuanqiu is unknownShe often posts some daily routines or jokes on Weibo, but that day, after washing her hair, she opened Weibo as usual and was startled by a series of @.
What happened?
¡°Yuntian clicked on it and landed on Mrs. Mo¡¯s latest Weibo update.
Yuntian:? ? ? ? ?
She clicked on the long picture, and the straight female author was instantly hurt by a series of critical blows in her heart!
Ink: La la la~~Updated article [dog head], cp is still very cold, but very sweet
Yuntianxxilai
"Little things related to secret love"
¡It has been updated to Chapter 20.
Yuntian finished reading Mrs. Lily¡¯s masterpiece with a numb face, feeling like he was living in a parallel world.
She and Xilai attended the Green JJ Author Conference, sat at the same table, and took photos together But does this mean there is any ambiguity between them? ? ?
¡°Next, Yuntian saw Mrs. Mo holding the Weibo screenshots of her interaction with Xilai. Looking at the conclusive and well-founded inferences, Yuntian was almost convinced by Mrs. Mo¡¯s story.
She felt a chill on her back, as if something was wrong.
Mrs. Mo¡¯s Weibo was besieged by readers of the two authors, and all kinds of abuses were thrown at her. But Mrs. Mo didn¡¯t care and still devoted herself to writing her favorite CP articles.
In the chaotic comment area, readers from both families presented various evidences to refute Mrs. Mo¡¯s screenshots to prove their innocence!
But the honest Lily readers don¡¯t understand what¡¯s going on. They are still cheering in the comment area, and appear in the melee of fans from time to time to celebrate the candy.
Yuntian opened a can of beer, ignored the wildly shaking chat window on QQ, leaned against the computer desk, and began to doubt life.
After a while she felt a little dizzy and looked blankly at the photo on the table. It was a group photo taken at the 21x 8 Green JJ Author Conference.
If she remembers correctly, the woman wearing a blue dress next to her must be Xi Lai.
It seemed that she was sitting next to him when he was eating at the table. Except for Yuntian's thank you when he handed her a tissue, Xilai didn't seem to say anything during the whole process.
It seems that I rarely post anything on Weibo, and I don¡¯t interact with other authors¡¯ wives.
He should be a very reserved person.
Yuntian pushed the chair away and stood up groggily. He moved too much and accidentally took out the drawer, causing everything to fall out.
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