Chapter 291 Chunyi, I'm cold, hug me

The cold wind blew in through the torn collar, and this sudden stimulation made Jun's muscles tense up in an instant.

He struggled subconsciously, but quickly stopped, released his strength, and allowed the violent man on him to pry his teeth open roughly.

Gu Nan's actions were fierce and domineering. His kiss was quick and deep, and his sucking seemed to take away all the air in his lungs.

Junyi's tongue became numb because of her stirring, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably twice. As he swallowed, a sticky sound came out from between his lips, and a rapid breath came out of his nose.

It was just a light breath, but because the voice was too hoarse and heavy, the breath gave off a crazy sense of loss of control.

It seemed that with just a kiss, he had fallen from a heartless Buddhist to a demonic monk drowning in the sea of desire.

Chunyi's fingertips moved slightly, as if he wanted to push him away, but Gu Nan seemed to know what he was thinking. He grabbed his wrist and pressed it above his head in a surrender gesture.

Chunyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to open her eyes.

This is Gu Nan’s favorite position, and he would do this to him eight out of ten times.

Exposing your vulnerable and soft chest and abdomen to a powerful enemy represents surrender and flattery.

She is a gentle person on weekdays, but in the dark watchtower, she is a domineering controller who does not hide her hidden evil and desires.

It makes her alive.

It was also difficult for him to resist, and he had no choice but to endure it.

It could only be like a small boat, which she easily threw onto the waves and effortlessly landed on the bottom of the sea.

I don’t know how long it took, but this violent kiss suddenly stopped, the lips and teeth separated, and the steaming heat entangled in the short distance.

Junyi closed his eyes and slowly calmed his disordered breathing. His moist lips slightly opened, revealing the tip of his tongue that had been sucked red.

Suddenly, he heard Gu Nan speak:

"I want you here, okay?"

She spoke the earth-shattering words in a nonchalant tone.

Junyi was stunned, both out of shame and the anger and cruelty he suddenly heard.

He opened his eyes. Gu Nan was propped up on top of him, looking down at him. His dark pupils seemed to blend into the thick night, and no emotion could be seen.

Junyi felt a lump in his throat. After a long time, he finally found his voice and said, "We are not married yet."

Gu Nan chuckled, "Just get married?"

Junyi was silent.

The final stage of Tibetan Tantric practice is dual cultivation between men and women. Once the practice is successful, one can become a Buddha. The Tantric Buddha statue "Happy Buddha" comes from this.

First attract with desire, then lead to Buddha's wisdom.

He had long accepted that he was going to experience the great joy of cultivation, but he still felt a little at a loss when faced with Gu Nan's straightforward words.

"I don't think so." Gu Nan scoffed, "What if I insist?"

The night was dark and boundless. As his sight moved slightly downward, Gu Nan could see half of his chest exposed by the torn collar of his shirt, with distinct muscles and smooth lines.

A light touch and the scorching temperature made her fingertips curl slightly.

Junyi replied in a deep voice: "You can't bear it."

Gu Nan was stunned and stopped touching down.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, she would have suspected that Junyi was telling a dirty joke.

She can't bear it?

The Thousand-Year Ghost King couldn't bear it???

Gu Nan felt that he was provoked, so he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to have a good talk with him.

Junyi added, "The extreme yang and the extreme yin, humans and ghosts have different paths, this is determined by heaven."

The implication is that this is God's will, the conflict between yin and yang, and it has nothing to do with him.

As for after marriage, the two become one and are interdependent, so of course there is no question of whether they can endure it or not.

Gu Nan sneered, "I will definitely poke a hole in the sky before I sleep with you."

Screw destiny. I hate people who act cool the most.

After a pause, Gu Nan stared at Chunyi with an ambiguous expression, "You are quite talkative when it comes to these things."

Junyi glanced at her quickly, looked away, and fell silent again.

Gu Nan narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

A man and a ghost lay in the narrow watchtower, and fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Gu Nan hissed and shrugged his shoulders. "Why do I feel a little cold?"

It was a very clumsy move, and Gu Nan was embarrassed by his poor and exaggerated acting skills.

But Junyi took it seriously, half-leaning over to the side and asking her, "Are you feeling any worse?"

Gu Nan folded his arms and looked at Chunyi. After a while, he said, "It seems like you have never hugged me before."

Chunyi was stunned, not knowing what she meant for a moment.

"I'm cold." Gu Nan leaned into Chunyi's arms, "Hold me."

A physical body approached, and Junyi almost subconsciously opened his arms to embrace it.

The hot chest was like a burning fireplace. When Gu Nan pressed against it, it was like a sweet potato falling into a trap, and he was roasted to perfection.

It was this change in posture that made her notice the sewing basket that had fallen under the table.

Under the basket were scattered needles and thread, rulers and scissors, and under the scissors was a large piece of red wedding cloth.

A corner of the wedding cloth was exposed, and the slightly velvety edge showed obvious signs of cutting, as if someone had been sitting at the table not long ago to cut, trim, and sew it carefully.

Gu Nan asked: "What is that?"

"Wedding dress."

Her expression shifted slightly, and she turned to look at Junyi, "You sew it yourself?"

Junyi lowered his eyes, his expression calm, "Yeah."

"Yours or mine?"

"your."

"Let me see."

Chunyi picked up the basket and handed it to Gu Nan. Gu Nan touched it. It was made of very fine red cotton cloth. It had been cut at some point in time and the pattern had been basically sewn out. Judging from the size, it was indeed her wedding dress, though there was no embroidery pattern yet.

The veil was half embroidered, with thin golden threads running through it. The technique was neither good nor bad, but the embroidery did not seem to be the familiar dragon, phoenix, or magpie.

Gu Nan looked at it carefully, these lines...

A large hand snatched the veil from her hand and said, "It's not finished yet."

Chunyi put the veil in the basket and pressed it down with scissors to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

When I turned around, I was rushed into his arms.

Gu Nan held his back, leaning slightly on his shoulder, and the breath he exhaled sprayed on his neck, vague and tender, like a sigh, "You are always like this, holding everything in your heart and not saying it."

Chunyi paused slightly.

"I'll ask you a question. If you're in a good mood, just pay attention to me. If I don't ask you, you won't tell me anything."

"Junyi, who told you to do this? Is this how you want to marry me?"

Gu Nan hugged him tightly, "I'm cold."

Junyi froze in place, and after a moment he put his arms around her waist and back again and held her in his arms.

Gu Nan sighed softly, tilted his head back, and placed kisses on the side of his neck.

One after another, moving up little by little, Adam's apple, jaw, corners of mouth, and finally holding those tightly pursed lips as he wished.

Junyi's breath was choked.

My heart felt like it was being held in someone's hand, squeezing it hard again and again.

This was the most gentle kiss Gu Nan had ever given him.

But it was more brutal than any passionate kiss, and it shattered his defenses in an instant.