She fell directly into a warm embrace, and before Meng Yuqing could come to her senses, someone carried her on his shoulders. The sound of the door being closed again came from behind her.
Looking at Xuan's waist-length black hair and strong back muscles, Meng Yuqing couldn't help but pull and touch them, then began to struggle with his hands and feet frantically, shouting, "Help—"
Xuan stretched out his hand and slapped Meng Yuqing on the butt, but the winter clothes she wore were too thick, so the sound was a bit muffled and not crisp.
But this time, Meng Yuqing struggled even harder.
Xuan carried him on his shoulders and brought him into the bathroom. Hot steam was slowly wafting out of the bathtub in the bathroom, and a few bright red flowers were lying on the water.
It is a spark that can heat water.
Xuan still didn't put Meng Yuqing down, letting him struggle on his shoulders. At least he wouldn't fall.
He raised his free hand and approached Meng Yuqing. Soon, the empty bathroom stool was piled with cloaks, coats, and other clothing.
The sound of water splashing was heard, and Meng Yuqing was thrown directly into the bathtub. He struggled to emerge from the water, and his neck, collarbone and shoulders were covered with fiery red petals.
Before the sound of him entering the water completely faded away, the sound of another person entering the water was heard.
The water vapor dyed Xuanyou's green pupils wet. "It's so cold, and you've been standing outside for so long. You should take a hot bath."
Meng Yuqing curled up into a ball in the corner of the bathtub and watched Xuan approaching.
When his whole body was trapped between the wooden barrel and Xuan, he began to struggle symbolically using his hands and feet.
Xuan didn't move any closer, just looked at him. He didn't use much force to restrain him. If Meng Yuqing really didn't want to, she could push him away and run away.
But it didn't.
The two have been together for so many years, and Meng Yuqing is not a pretentious person. She is often very proactive.
Therefore, these pulling and struggling are just a little bit of fun between two people.
Slowly, Meng Yuqing stopped moving, and Xuan had already moved very close. He gently pressed his lips against Meng Yuqing's, and then separated. However, the distance between the two was still very close, and each other's breath could spray on each other's face.
Seeing Xuan staring at her for a long time without moving, Meng Yuqing tilted her head and raised her chin.
Their lips touched again.
When leaving the bathroom, Meng Yuqing hung on Xuan like a koala.
Seriously speaking, they had a very fulfilling year. Meng Yuqing left Qingshan City and parted ways with Xuan since the opening of Haicheng Market.
Although he came back once during the journey, he also stayed overnight with the grassland tribe and did not have any more close contact.
But when he returned to Haicheng to continue managing the market, he received news that Xuan had taken people to the north.
Then he and Xia Wei went to the north to prepare to bring Xuan and the others back. They were chased by the gods and fled back to the south. They were worried and frightened until Xia and the others returned safely.
During this period, there was no chance to be intimate.
After Xia and the others came back, they were busy arranging various things. Even if the two of them wanted to interact, it would be impossible for them to enjoy it to their heart's content, and that period of slightly relaxing time was very short.
From the time they went to the two tribes in the sea to prepare for the official departure to the time they rushed back, the two of them really had no in-depth communication during this period.
However, even though there had been no in-depth communication for such a long time, Meng Yuqing began to regret why he didn't really run away at that time.
It was not until dawn that Meng Yuqing fell into a deep sleep.
Xuan was lying on the bed in high spirits, playing with Meng Yuqing's fingers.
He rubbed the slightly delicate but obviously male fingers one by one. Compared with when he first arrived at the Qingshan tribe, Meng Yuqing's hands were now obviously much rougher, and there were many calluses on the palms and fingers that looked not obvious but were felt.
Xuan recalled the feeling of Meng Yuqing applying medicine to him that night when he came back from hunting the shadow beast.
soft.
Hands like that were only possessed by young sub-beasts of a few years old. Coupled with the fact that his skin was slightly paler than that of other sub-beasts at the time, Xuan subconsciously thought that Meng Yuqing was a sub-beast that had not yet reached adulthood, and that he was about the same age as Lie.
The sudden weight on his body made Xuan stop recalling the past. Looking at Meng Yuqing whose hands and feet were clinging to him again, Xuan sighed helplessly.
In fact, if he wanted, he didn't even need to sleep, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with living like an ordinary person. This was something he couldn't ask for during that experience.
He turned around and hugged Meng Yuqing in his arms. He brushed aside the hair on his forehead and was about to kiss him when he was suddenly stunned.
He let down Meng Yuqing's hair, ruffled it twice, looked at it for a while, and then ruffled it a few more times as if he was not satisfied.
After going back and forth several times, he finally confirmed that Meng Yuqing must have trimmed her hair herself.
Xuan clenched his right hand into a fist to hide the smile on his lips. This is probably what dog-bitten bangs look like.
He suddenly felt very fortunate that he had always stuck to his bottom line and not let Meng Yuqing cut his hair for so many years, regardless of whether his beast form would become bald or not.
However, although Meng Yuqing trimmed her hair to look like it was bitten by a dog, her face at least supported this bad hairstyle, so much so that Xuan only noticed it now.
Meng Yuqing was catching up on her sleep, and Xuan didn't get up either. He just lay on the bed with Meng Yuqing, closed his eyes, and slowly adapted to the power he gained from the island.
Perhaps because Meng Yuqing was right beside him, he felt much more at ease as he adapted to the power.
I didn't notice it when we were together at sea, but now that I've come back from the grassland, I suddenly feel the difference.
In the afternoon, Meng Yuqing woke up because of hunger. The moment he opened his eyes, Xuan also opened his eyes.
After rolling around on the bed twice and kicking Xuan twice intentionally or unintentionally to vent his anger, Meng Yuqing sat up.
Xuan also sat up and looked at the place where he was kicked by Meng Yuqing, then pounced towards Meng Yuqing.
The two of them just played around for a while and then got out of bed obediently.
Meng Yuqing ran to the flowerpot and watered the buds that were nurturing two little lives. When he sprinkled water on them, the buds swayed gently, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch them.
Soft and with a little warmth.
Xuan Ye walked over and couldn't help but reach out and poke the flower bud, saying, "Wait until spring, and transplant them to the yard. Then they will return to their original size."
Meng Yuqing lowered his head, touched the flower bud again, and said, "Okay."
I don't know what Xuan and Xia said, but Xia's retirement plan was forced to be delayed again. Xia hugged Xing in his arms with a depressed look on his face and said, "Your brother wants to tire me to death."
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