mousepad-d2 Chapter 132
Chapter 132
The sound of the wind is noisy, like a fast horse running in the vast wilderness, the horseshoes skimming the long yellow grass without stopping.
Shen Qingchuan's eyes were filled with water vapor, as if being blown by the autumn wind, the black eyelashes trembled slightly.
There is also a red ribbon tied around the wrist. The red ribbon is shiny, bound to the wrist like a piece of high-quality flawless jade, tied with a bow, like a carefully prepared gift, waiting for someone to open it.
Seeing his appearance, Guan Boya's eyes were bright, and she bowed her head and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, looking at Guan Boya with eyes like a wronged little animal, pitiful, thinking that this gesture could make Guan Boya stop, and said, "It hurts——"
Guan Boya reached out and rubbed Shen Qingchuan's slightly damp hair, as if teasing a small animal, and said with a light smile, "Just bear the pain, and it won't go away later."
Shen Qingchuan trembled with the hand raised above his head, his slender and delicate fingers were pricked by the withered grass above his head, the slight tingling pain was unbearable.
But Shen Qingchuan had no time to guess, he raised his eyes to look up at the neatly dressed and meticulous Guan Boya, his expression was as usual, the faint smile on his face also carried a trace of dust-free fairy air, as if sitting upright. The gods and immortals on the altar who love all living beings are gentle and alienated, and they should be absolutely loveless.
But it was such a noble and glamorous posture, but the movements of his hands revealed the opposite bad temper.
"Uh--"
Shen Qingchuan entered another world. In this world, Guan Boya gave him all the feelings, even if there was no one around, only endless grass and withered trees, Shen Qingchuan was so ashamed that he couldn't stop crying.
Tears rolled down on the grass beside him, Shen Qingchuan couldn't restrain himself, the voice overflowed from his lips and teeth, he could only look helplessly at Guan Boya.
"Little Haitang, you are so beautiful."
"The color here is like the color of crabapple flowers."
Guan Boya's slender, bamboo-like fingertips pressed one end, and she didn't know whether she was referring to Shen Qingchuan's red eyes from crying, or the silk color of the red ribbon, or somewhere else.
When pressed, it sinks slightly and is very soft.
"Unfortunately, the color is still a bit lighter." Guan Boya shook his head, with a regretful tone, as if he was saying something very regrettable.
For example, in late spring, when the buds on a green branch are slowly blooming, a passing traveler looks at the branch and says how beautiful it would be if it were in full bloom.
Or in late autumn, there are small, soybean-sized fruits hanging on the bare dead branches. The small ones are not yet ripe, which makes the pickers feel sorry. If they are ripe, the taste will be so sweet. ah.
Guan Boya's body temperature is slightly lower than others, and in late autumn, the air is colder.
Therefore, Shen Qingchuan couldn't help shivering when Guan Boya stretched out his finger to touch it lightly.
It was as if the cold wind was blowing over the fruits on the branches, and it was frozen redder, and it was as soft as frost and snow falling, and it fell on the veiled cap of the traveler. In your hands, pinch and rub to rub off the thin peel.
Shen Qingchuan cried even more fiercely, he didn't want to cry too embarrassingly but he couldn't stop the raging tears, he was addicted to the absurd emotion/movement that made him dizzy, but he couldn't calmly accept that he became so chaotic in the ups and downs of himself, he becomes less like himself.
In Shen Qingchuan's eyes, there seemed to be a fire burning secretly, bright as a flame, burning everyone's reason, it was so beautiful that it was shocking.
"After a while, it will be fine."
Guan Boya bowed his head and clenched his teeth lightly. He felt sorry for his little Begonia, and he didn't dare to use too much force, but just rubbed it lightly.
Shen Qingchuan frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied, the red ribbon tied his hands and moved to the front, he pushed and rubbed the top of Guan Boya's hair with his hands, messing up Guan Boya's hairstyle.
Guan Boya let go of Shen Qingchuan, the sunlight shone on the water, sparkling when it fell on the thin lips, the long hair was like soft silk and satin, black like a waterfall scattered behind Guan Boya, not Like the high-cold immortal with no dust in his eyes before, now he has a little more popularity, like a nobleman who was in a high position in ancient times, and a son with a long sword in his hand.
However, Guan Boya's appearance evoked Shen Qingchuan's memory, the long hair shawl softened the outline, and her face was like a pretty girl.
Seeing this, Shen Qingchuan stopped his tears and laughed slowly. His hand grabbed Guan Boya's collar, and his tone became stronger, saying, "Since the person lying down should not be me."
"Are you sure?" Guan Boya paused, stopped, and asked back.
Shen Qingchuan nodded, but Guan Boya had an attitude of listening to the emperor.
Guan Boya untied the red ribbon on Shen Qingchuan's hand, and carefully rubbed the reddish skin on Shen Qingchuan's wrist, it was so white and glowing, the skin was like jade snow, even if it was stained with a little color, Also very conspicuous.
Guan Boya would do what Shen Qingchuan ordered, if he asked to lie down, Guan Boya would lie down.
Shen Qingchuan pressed his hand on Guan Boya's shoulder, feeling the abundant strength under the muscles, he knew how amazing the explosive power of this waist was.
It's just that he is not in the mood to revive Fu Gang yet, and there is one more thing to deal with.
Shen Qingchuan's face flushed red, his cheeks seemed to be covered with a rich glow, the red glow was blazing, and his skin was white through the snow.
With difficulty, his hand moved back and touched the silk rope of the pendant. The long jade rope was hanging outside, but he didn't dare to pull it out.
That strange feeling can be clearly felt by the emerald jade in the shape of a water drop.
Kneel down on the grass and print the shape of a grass stalk on your knees.
Shen Qingchuan stood very straight, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth were not curved, his lips were tightly pursed, and when he looked at Guan Boya, he showed a gritted expression instead.
Shen Qingchuan looked at Guan Boya condescendingly, the main culprit that caused him to be in such a mess now.
The fingers gently tugged, and the waist trembled unbearably. It was so strange to finally pull out a little bit, and the hand softened again, sinking deeper and deeper.
Guan Boya rubbed Shen Qingchuan's waist, and looked straight at him. Shen Qingchuan now, in his eyes, is like a strawberry cream cake carefully prepared by a pastry chef. Everyone wants to eat and drink , Taste what is the taste of ecstasy.
Looking at Shen Qingchuan's appearance of being careful not to move too much, it was really pitiful, and the onlookers wanted to lend a helping hand to help him.
"Do you want me to help?" Guan Boya said kindly.
Although it was in a questioning tone, Guan Boya's hand was also on the back of Shen Qingchuan's, gently holding his hand.
"No—uh—" Before Shen Qingchuan finished speaking, Guan Boya held Shen Qingchuan's hand.
The second half of Shen Qingchuan's voice changed completely, and the pitch of his voice suddenly increased, several degrees higher than before.
Like iron tongs, it held Shen Qingchuan's hand firmly, and when Shen Qingchuan relaxed and shifted his attention, he pulled it out suddenly.
The drop-shaped emerald pendant was pulled out, and flew to the distant haystack without a trace.
Shen Qingchuan's waist completely softened, and he fell into Guan Boya's arms, listening to the strong heartbeat from Guan Boya's chest.
Shen Qingchuan seemed to have run for thirty kilometers, and was so tired that he was about to collapse, his body turned into a puddle like melting spring water.
But at this moment, Shen Qingchuan was like a wildfire lit in Guan Boya's soul, bright and intense.
After Shen Qingchuan had regained his composure and his whole body was relaxed, he was suddenly filled. He opened his mouth and bit Guan Boya's shoulder, whimpered, and cried again.
However, this time Shen Qingchuan cried bitterly.
Shen Qingchuan raised his head slightly, the bright sunlight in his sight was so bright that it was a little dazzling, with the ups and downs, the pure blue sky and the white clouds floating on it seemed to be within reach.
"My Mr. Shen, are you satisfied, huh?" Guan Boya asked in a gentlemanly manner, but his actions were too frivolous.
Going deep to the point of being pierced, besides the autumn wind blowing through the haystacks, the rustling of grass leaves, and the sound of wood pulp hitting the surface of the lake.
"Slow down—" Shen Qingchuan said in a low voice.
But Guan Boya's movements slowed down, and Shen Qingchuan, like a picky eater, began to be dissatisfied again, saying that the dish was too salty.
Shen Qingchuan's waist was so tense that it almost resembled the arc of a new moon, bent to an unbelievable degree.
Guan Boya supported him, protected his waist, whispered in Shen Qingchuan's ear like a sea monster, and said, "Little Haitang, how much water have you drank, too much water, did you hear the sound of water? "
Shen Qingchuan felt like he was riding a horse. The horse ran fast at one moment and slowed at the other. The road surface was sometimes flat and sometimes bumpy, and there were always thousands of postures.
I don't know how long it took, the bloody horses circled not far away almost gnawed away the haystack around it, and no one came over.
"I love you, my Mr. Shen."
As the words fell, streams of heat rushed in.
When Guan Boya was over, Shen Qingchuan didn't have a single piece of good skin on his body, he closed it up weakly, the muscles on the sides of his legs were rubbed red, and there was something sticky like thin smoke and thick fog that extended down.
Shen Qingchuan instructed Guan Boya to carry him to the side of the lake to clean him up. Guan Boya kissed the back of Shen Qingchuan's feet and said, "Of order, my Mr. Shen."
Guan Boya's face was full of satisfaction, he seemed to be full of energy, he easily picked up Shen Qingchuan, walked to the lake, and wrapped Shen Qingchuan in his arms, like a loyal servant, his movements were gentle, Do your best to clean up for Shen Qingchuan.
After cleaning up, Shen Qingchuan stepped on Guan Boya's deadly place in retaliation. Guan Boya's face became distorted. Come on, we're going to spend the night in the wild."
When Shen Qingchuan got up completely, he stuck to Guan Boya's ear and said, "If you dare to touch me, then you will sleep in the study for the rest of your life."
Guan Boya's self-control is very strong, he didn't change his face, as usual, with a gentle smile on his face, he carried Shen Qingchuan out of the lake, picked up his shirt and wiped off the water drops on Shen Qingchuan's body, Methodically buttoned Shen Qingchuan one by one.
In the end, Guan Boya took his time and walked to the lake alone, and soaked in the cold lake water for nearly an hour before getting up.
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It's getting late, and the twilight is coming together.
The late autumn night came earlier with the evening wind, and the black silk was pulled on early.
Guan Boya and Shen Qingchuan came back on horseback. Guan Boya was concerned about Shen Qingchuan's body, so she didn't dare to ride too fast, so she could only ride slowly. It was already dark.
Shen Qingchuan was exhausted, he didn't go back to Lu's mansion to say goodbye to Lu Huizhi in person.
Guan Boya's car was parked outside Lu's mansion, he directly hugged Shen Qingchuan and sat in the back seat of the car, and asked the driver to drive back to Yuhua mansion.
Although Shen Qingchuan took a bath in the lake, he still felt a little sticky, so he took another hot bath.
It was just sitting on the single sofa and making a phone call, which connected to Shen's house.
"Hello, who is it?" It was Shen Yifan who answered the phone.
Hearing the familiar voice from the microphone, Shen Qingchuan said with a chuckle, "Second brother, it's me, Qingchuan."
The author has something to say: Duck head, are you afraid of loving me?
Scared, woo woo woo, I want to be short
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small theater:
Shen Qingchuan: Reviving Husband Gang
Boss Guan: Okay, okay, husband and wife
感谢在2021-04-0323:59:45~2021-04-0423:59:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 sweet chestnuts;
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Wangzai added 5 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!