Chapter 27 Don't do this, I'm itchy
He Xilou asked back: "Why, I can't come?"
Meng Shiyi: "That's not what I meant..."
He Xilou glanced at the red silk in her hand with his dark eyes and asked casually, "Are you here to seek marriage?"
"Yeah," Meng Shiyi nodded, her voice sweet, "The marriage tree is very powerful."
She hopes to be able to spend her life with the one she truly loves and grow old together.
The evening breeze slowly blew Meng Shiyi's hair, making it look even more gentle and soft.
She calmly closed her fingertips and tightly grasped the red silk in her hand.
In fact, she was very lucky. She had found the person she loved most, and he was very close, right in front of her.
It's just that the other party doesn't like her.
Meng Shiyi asked tentatively in a low voice, "Do you want to make a wish too?"
He Xilou leaned back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "I never believe in so-called love."
Meng Shiyi was bewildered: "Then why did you come here...?"
He Xilou said calmly, "Smoking."
Meng Shiyi said "oh".
Just to smoke a cigarette, is it necessary to run so far to smoke...?
But Meng Shiyi knew in her heart that she had no right to tell him whether he smoked or not.
She returned to the marriage tree and tried to stand on tiptoe to hang the red silk, but she couldn't do it.
Can't reach.
A faint chuckle could be heard from He Xilou's side, almost imperceptible and full of confusion.
He leaned against the tree in a leisurely posture, staring at her leisurely and calmly, with an unclear emotion in his black eyes.
It seemed as if he was waiting for her to speak.
Meng Shiyi was really at a loss: "Brother Xilou, can you help me hang up?"
He Xilou is 1.9 meters tall, so it is easy for him to help hang the red silk.
He walked over slowly, leaned over slightly, lowered his head, and his burning gaze slowly wandered over her face:
"Shouldn't the marriage tree only work if it dies on its own?"
The man's warm breath enveloped her.
The distance between the two of them suddenly shortened, and He Xilou's perfect handsome face continued to enlarge in front of their eyes.
He has strong brow bones, deep eye sockets, and pupils like dark, bottomless pools, which are extremely attractive.
Even the air around became a little thin.
Meng Shiyi blinked and took a small step back: "But I... I can't reach it."
Otherwise, why would you ask him for help?
As soon as she finished speaking, suddenly, her waist was grabbed and her whole body was pulled into a warm embrace, as if she was lifted up.
The feeling of weightlessness instantly washed over my body.
"Ah..." She cried out softly, her voice trembling, "He Xilou, you!"
He Xilou easily picked her up, holding her waist tightly with one hand, and said in an inexplicably seductive voice: "I'll hold you, you hang yourself."
Meng Shiyi sat on his arm, her hands tightly around his neck in panic, trying to find a foothold.
Even with a thin layer of cotton cloth in between, He Xilou's scorching heat could not be blocked at all. It instantly spread from Meng Shiyi's thighs and waist upwards, spreading to every part of her body.
Meng Shiyi's excitement suddenly intensified. She froze, not daring to move. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face looked almost cooked. "I..."
He Xilou held her up, his voice low and magnetic, with an indescribable sexiness and temptation: "Don't be afraid."
Everything around was eclipsed.
The atmosphere became subtle, as if there was an ambiguity brewing in the air.
I have to say, after being picked up by He Xiluo, she was really tall. There was not much red silk on the branches high up, and it looked very empty.
Meng Shiyi held her breath, raised her hand, and carefully tied the red silk to the branch.
He Xilou was probably afraid that she would fall, so he slowly tightened his grip on her waist.
The dimple on her waist happens to be Meng Shiyi's most sensitive spot.
She could feel He Xilou's hand around her, sweeping back and forth like a feather, causing a tingling sensation.
Meng Shiyi bit her lip, finally unable to hold back, the corners of her eyes turned red, and her body trembled slightly:
"Don't do that, I'm itchy..."
He Xilou's hands loosened some of their strength, the tone in his eyes gradually darkened, and he looked at her with an obscure emotion.
A thin layer of pink mist had already appeared on Meng Shiyi's porcelain-white face, and there was flickering light in her eyes, covered with a layer of wet mist.
The moonlight cast a hazy glow on her body, making her skin crystal clear.
She held him lightly, her thighs pressed against him, feeling soft to the touch, and her whole body had a faint scent of camellia.
He Xilou rolled his Adam's apple and suddenly felt the air a little hot.
This posture is a bit bad.
The tips of Meng Shiyi's ears were red as blood, and she reached out to tie the red silk tightly.
Under the ancient marriage tree, her red silk danced gently in the wind, bright and warm, gradually becoming an inconspicuous one among thousands of wishes.
Knowing it's impossible.
But she still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that her secret love would come true.
Meng Shiyi made her wish, her voice trembling slightly at the end: "Brother Xilou, thank you. That's enough..."
He Xilou put her on the ground, but they were too close, and Meng Shiyi's short top rubbed against him and kept moving upwards.
A small part of her slender waist was revealed, as white as jade, and as soft and delicate as a willow branch.
He could even pinch it with one hand.
Meng Shiyi's ears were red, and she hardly dared to look him in the eye: "I won't bother you anymore, I'll go back first..."
After saying that, he lowered his head and hurried away, like a little rabbit running away after digging up a carrot.
He Xilou leaned against the tree next to him, glancing at the girl's departing figure, and chuckled softly with a hint of sarcasm:
"Oh, you run pretty fast."
At night, the bright moon was gradually swallowed by thick dark clouds.
Meng Shiyi's heart was pounding all the way, as if it was invisibly wrapped in sweet syrup, and delicate ripples were rippling in her heart.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I seem to have been infected with He Xiluo’s special aura.
It is the faint cold fragrance of pine wood after the snow.
An ambiguous warm current quietly flowed in her heart, making her steps light and brisk.
Sudden.
A black figure suddenly appeared from behind and instantly wrapped around its prey like a cold poisonous snake!
Meng Shiyi was caught off guard and the strange man blocked her mouth and nose with a towel.
A strange, pungent smell hit my nose.
“Hmm—”
Meng Shiyi was trembling all over. Her mouth was covered and she couldn't shout. She struggled desperately, and her neck turned red.
Just as she struggled to break free from the man, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her back hard.
The whole person seemed to be wrapped in an invisible giant net and could not move.
The man behind her seemed to be drunk and reeked of alcohol. He hugged her tightly to prevent her from escaping.
The man with yellow hair grabbed her neck with great force and warned her fiercely in a low voice:
"Don't struggle. You'll be unconscious for a while. If you don't want to die, just obey me and I'll let you go back."
There is a huge disparity in power between men and women.
Meng Shiyi couldn't resist and her legs gradually went limp.
A deep feeling of despair and helplessness filled my heart.
Panic, heaviness, and depression instantly engulfed her like a flood, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She never expected to encounter such a thing.
There was silence all around, no one was around at all.
No one could save her.
She can only save herself.
Meng Shiyi was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, and the blood in her body was almost coagulating.
She forced herself to calm down, nodded meekly, and pretended to compromise.
The man tried to drag her into the bushes nearby.
When he relaxed his guard slightly, Meng Shiyi suddenly used all her strength to pull him to the side, and rolled down the mountain together...
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