three times
It was not until the second half of the night that the bed curtains were once again filled with the scent of jasmine.
Yan Chan casually threw the two hairbands on the bed, and now no one knows where they went.
Maybe it's above your head, or maybe it's under your feet.
Guan Zheng had already fallen asleep. Yan Chan placed his hands on her hot cheeks, gently rubbing them with his fingertips, feeling very reluctant.
He lifted her wrist and kissed the sunken mark. In fact, Yan Chan didn't tie her wrist very tightly, but Guan Zheng struggled hard.
Maybe it was too intense this time and she couldn't bear it.
She held Guan Zheng in her arms and felt a hairband on her calf, which was entangled on Guan Zheng's right leg.
Because of her movement, a corner of the hairband fell on Yan Chan's leg, but because of the silk pants, it didn't give her much feeling.
Yan Chan felt his way up inch by inch and found the second one in his waist and abdomen.
She placed her hand on it and felt it rise and fall in a very regular pattern with her breathing.
Her fingernails accidentally touched a tooth mark, which was her masterpiece.
Not only here, there are many other places.
The candlelight shines through the thin gauze curtains, casting the shadows of swallows and cicadas on the wall.
At this moment, she was holding a thin shirt and putting it on Guan Zheng.
People who are sound asleep are particularly obedient.
I just had some trouble tying the straps.
It seems like there are many ways to tie this dress.
No matter how Yan Chan tied it, she felt something was wrong.
After working for a while, she took a look in the dim light of the fire and found that there was nothing wrong, so she lay down beside it.
She slept very well that day and didn't open her eyes until she woke up naturally.
The person next to her had crawled into her arms at some point, leaning his back against her, looking as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep, with his messy long hair scattered on the couch.
Yan Chan tucked her hair behind her ears, exposing her fair and rosy face to the air.
A strand of long hair slid from Guan Zheng's shoulder to her back, revealing her fair skin.
The sleepiness in Yan Chan's eyes had long since disappeared, but she didn't want to get up at the moment.
Because of the curtains, it was still a little dark in the bed.
Suddenly a hand reached out, groping for something.
The lamp in front of the bed was hit by Yan Chan and shifted a little.
Her fingertips scratched the table, the back of her hand slightly concave, and she finally hooked the hairband she had put away in the middle of the night.
As if completing the mission, Yan Chan let out a long breath.
Then he lay on the bed and didn't move.
She wasn't sleepy, but she didn't want to miss it either.
But I couldn't sleep, so I stared at the bed curtains above my head.
It is a light yellow.
She opened the window a crack, and wisps of wind blew in, hitting the bed curtains like waves rolling on the seashore.
Suddenly, Yan Chan felt a little homesick.
I wonder how Uncle Chen is doing now, whether he is eating and sleeping well. I hope he has secretly drunk a lot of his treasured Shenxianzui while she is away.
The wine here is not bad, but it still can't make her as intoxicated as the Divine Wine.
Suddenly, an arm was placed on her, revealing her fair skin, which was very dazzling even against the pale yellow bed curtains.
"Awake?" Yan Chan did not ask, but said these two words with certainty.
His palm covered her skin, which was very smooth.
Yan Chan pinched it subconsciously.
Guan Zheng responded with a dazed look and nodded her head twice.
Then he simply stretched.
Yan Chan's eyes were like they were on automatic aiming, staring at that spot without moving away for even a second.
She had indeed tied her belt wrong last night.
I had applied medicine last night, and the teeth marks and redness and swelling had mostly disappeared, but traces of intimacy were still visible.
This time Yan Chan got up and got out of bed very decisively.
She quickly returned with a small porcelain bottle and climbed back onto the bed.
She poured some into her palms, rubbed them together for a while, and then separated them until they became warm.
Guan Zheng didn't care what Yan Chan was doing, no matter how rustling it was, she couldn't see it anyway.
At this moment, she was sitting on the bed combing her hair, and she felt that the ends of her hair were a little curled up.
Suddenly, Yan Chan moved behind her without her knowing when. Guan Zheng was startled for a moment when she pressed down on her, and her shoulders trembled a little.
She couldn't see, but her other senses became more acute.
Yan Chan untied the belt, and the already loose shirt slid down to the hips without the pull of the belt.
Yan Chan's hands covered him without warning.
Before she could speak, Yan Chan's voice sounded from above her head.
"I'm applying medicine to you, don't move." There was a smile in her tone, which showed that she was in a very good mood.
“???” Guan Zheng pursed her lips, feeling the movement of her hand, and her face slowly turned red.
After a long while, she finally said, "Is there anyone who applies medicine like you?"
Yan Chan did not refute or defend himself, but instead slowed down his movements.
After all, she was in the wrong.
Yan Chan's hand wanted to reach down, but she grabbed it very swiftly.
She couldn't stand it for three days in a row.
Yan Chan on the bed was too passionate and Guan Zheng couldn't handle it.
Feeling her resistance, Yan Chan just sighed, put his arms around her waist, and buried his face in Guan Zheng's neck.
The two people's heartbeats became of the same rhythm, and their breathing became long and deep.
Behind the bed curtains, Guan Zheng's fragrance and Yan Chan's jasmine scent were entangled together.
"Is it dawn yet?" Guan Zheng said word by word in a hoarse voice.
"It's light." Yan Chan still had his head buried there, his voice muffled.
"Open the window, it's a bit stuffy."
In fact, it was the fragrance from the bed curtains that made her feel a little dizzy. She had never known before that she would emit fragrance when she was aroused.
The aroma is rich yet intoxicating.
Hearing this, Yan Chan obediently hung up the curtain, put on her shoes and walked to the window. As the window opened wider and wider, the scenery outside came into view.
How was she supposed to tell Guan Zheng that there were skulls everywhere outside...
Yan Chan was silent.
Did she travel through time again?
What is going on...
Guan Zheng was a little panicked after not hearing Yan Chan's voice for a long time. "Yan Chan?"
Yan Chan was stunned for a moment before coming to her senses. She quickly walked to the bed and sat down, grabbing Guan Zheng's arm to indicate that she was there.
"Something happened outside." Yan Chan briefly described the scene outside, "But we should still be in Fengdu Ghost Market."
This was her speculation.
Because the Fengdu Ghost Market has been closed after the last "bloodbath", you can't get out without a key.
Yan Chan tied up her hair neatly, then found Guan Zheng's clothes and put them on her.
A light green dress made her look even whiter.
Two short tassel hairpins like combs are worn on both sides.
He himself wore a gray-white cross-collared coat with the cuffs tied tightly.
She didn't wear any hair crown today, just a green headband on her head, which made her look particularly lively.
"Don't take off the headband on your eyes yet. It will be healed in two or three days." Yan Chan checked her again just now and she was recovering well.
"The short blade is still left next door." Guan Zheng suddenly remembered this and hurriedly grabbed her sleeve.
"I understand, don't worry." Yan Chan patted the back of her hand gently to show his comfort.
As soon as she opened the door, a figure appeared on Yan Chan. She was startled and subconsciously slapped the figure in the face.
With a "snap", the mask was blown off by Yan Chan and fell to the ground.
Yan Chan's face was distorted with pain, and he kept shaking his hands in the air.
When Yan Chan saw the person coming, it was hard for her to hold back from cursing.
"Gao Tinghan, you are sick."
"Ahhhhhh" Gao Tinghan screamed in pain, covering his cheek and looking at her sideways, "You're going to kill me, it hurts so much, my handsome face must be swollen." His eyes were full of resentment.
"Oh, it smells so good, Yan Huaiqi, did you apply perfume?" As soon as the door was opened, the fragrance that had not yet completely dissipated in the room suddenly spread out from the door. Gao Tinghan happened to be blocked there and inhaled some of it.
Hearing this, Guan Zheng, who was sitting in the back, curled her fingers unnaturally.
She raised her head and faced the direction of the sound.
However, Gao Tinghan did not think about that matter. After all, there was a big trouble in front of him, which gave him a headache.
He glanced at the window of Yan Chan's room and saw that it was open, so he thought she must have seen what was happening outside.
It would have been better if I hadn't looked. When I looked, I saw that there was actually someone sitting in the room.
He looked at Guan Zheng and then at Yan Chan.
Two dry laughs.
"You..." He lowered his voice and leaned close to Yan Chan's ear. He put two fingers together and imitated the spider.
Yan Chan glared at him without explaining.
"What's going on outside?" he asked, changing the subject.
"I don't know." He spread his hands and shrugged. "I just heard a ballad, that's all."
"Hey, did you hear it too?" Gao Tinghan bumped into Yan Chan's shoulder.
Yan Chan thought about it and vaguely remembered that she seemed to have heard such a song. Well...but at that time, the two of them were...so she was not very sure at the time and thought she had heard it wrongly.
"Aren't you very familiar with Fengdu Ghost Market? Where are we?"
Gao Tinghan bent down to pick up the mask on the ground and blew on it gently.
"It's a bit like the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons." He touched his chin.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he snapped his fingers, "I remember that the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts also has another nickname: The Cry of Ten Thousand Ghosts."
"This ballad might..." He ended there.
"Did you know that the Painted Skin Goddess came to Fengdu Ghost Market?" Yan Chan said with a smile.
"Ha, I get angry when I talk about this woman." Gao Tinghan gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
He was getting ready to go to bed last night when the knocking on the door continued.
As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened.
That's ridiculous.
He knew at a glance that the person outside the door was an imposter.
Gao Tinghan didn't know that the rhinoceros horn fragrance could reveal the person he wanted to see most.
He only knew that the spirit was still sleeping.
So when he opened the door and saw Jiang Ling's face, he slapped him away.
When the man was slapped away by him, he kept muttering that the Painted Skin Lady would not let him go.
No less than
I will definitely come back.
God knows how weird it is to say this while looking at the face of the spirit.
Just when Gao Tinghan was about to curse.
The song came back again, this time with exceptional clarity.
For a moment, the room was very quiet.
Gao Tinghan and Yan Chan looked at each other silently.
His cursing mouth was still slightly open.
The two of them were thinking in tacit understanding, and were playing tricks again!
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