Chapter 541 If I touch too much, will my tail become bald? (10)

The hustle and bustle outside naturally woke up the sleeping person.

The house decorated with red begonias was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine, but as the window opened and the night wind rushed in, the smell in the house dissipated a lot.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure in red clothes and white hair standing in front of the window.

He was still so young, just like when he first met him.

But now he is dying, buried up to his neck in the earth.

Master Wen coughed a few times, "What happened... outside?"

"I don't know." Mr. Su took out a begonia from the vase. He walked slowly to the bed, sat down on the chair, and poked the bright red petals with his fingertips, like an interesting game. He smiled nonchalantly: "Maybe someone is dead."

Master Wen's eyes flashed, "It's started."

Mr. Su picked up the flower and smiled, without saying a word, but people who had known each other for nearly a hundred years were able to understand the deep meaning of each other's every move.

Master Wen struggled to support his body and sat on the head of the bed. His clear eyes looked at the person in front of him quietly for a long time, "Maybe I can't hold on for much longer."

"I know." Mr. Su tilted his face slightly, with a smile on his lips, "But it's not enough for me now, Xiao Xiao, I still need you to hold on for a while longer."

Xiao, this is Master Wen's courtesy name. His full name is Wen Xiao, but he has no children and doesn't interact with other relatives often, so the young people now don't know his name anymore.

Mr. Su stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, as if sharing his pride with a friend, "Look, my flesh and blood are not falling off anymore. Xiaoxiao, your persistence is useful. So, no matter how bitter the medicine is or how much pain your body suffers, you have to prolong your breath for me."

Master Wen knew that he owed him, otherwise he would not have been able to drag on with his broken body after his wife's death.

His eyes were attracted by the begonia in the young man's hand, and he couldn't help but utter, "Yaoyao shouldn't have come here, let her go."

The fingers that were fiddling with the petals stopped, and Mr. Su tilted his head, his eyes covered by white silk, as if staring blankly at the old man who was speaking, not understanding why the old man asked this question, "Yaoyao said she likes me, I want her to be my bride."

Second Master Wen said in a lost voice: "She can't."

"Why not?" Mr. Su couldn't understand. "You can marry a wife, take her to the mountains for a walk, pick begonias, and give her small things picked up from the mountains. Of course, I can do that too."

Second Master Wen suddenly became a little excited. "You just treat these as a game."

He finally realized what the sense of incongruity was when he heard Bai Yao say that Mr. Su took her to pick begonias.

Everything Mr. Su did was just imitating what Second Master Wen did to his wife. Bai Yao was just a chess piece in Mr. Su's game. Maybe it was because he was bored, or maybe it was to give himself more possibilities to exist in the world. In short, it had absolutely nothing to do with "feelings".

But Mr. Su didn't understand why Mr. Wen was so excited. He always looked innocent and well-behaved in front of the old man lying on the bed. What he didn't understand was that Mr. Wen knew that he was dying and should just lie down and calm down. Why was he so excited?

Mr. Su was a little absent-minded and accidentally increased the strength in his hand, pulling off a flower that was in full bloom. When he came to his senses, the flower in his hand had been destroyed by him and was no longer as beautiful as it was at the beginning.

He let go of the flower branch and let it fall to the ground, covered in dust. "So boring."

The next moment, he raised his head and "looked" out the window, stood up, stepped on the flower branch and broke it, walked briskly to the window, and said in surprise: "Yaoyao is home."

Seeing the red-clothed figure disappear in the dark room, Mr. Wen lay back on the bed powerlessly, his eyes dim.

Zhou Xu sent Bai Yao to the yard and left. He always thought about Wen Jiujiu and wanted to go see her, but he was afraid of making other people in the Wen family unhappy, so he could only bear it. So he wanted to go see Wen Tingzhi, whose father had died. As soon as he walked outside Wen Tingzhi's room, he saw a familiar figure.

Wen Jiujiu knocked on Wen Tingzhi's door. After a while, the door opened. Wen Tingzhi reached out and pulled Wen Jiujiu into the room. The door closed immediately.

Zhou Xu was stunned for a while, but he didn't think much about it. Wen Jiujiu was so kind. Even though the relationship between them as elders was not good, she must be afraid that Wen Tingzhi would feel bad, so she came to talk to him.

The wind blew, and a few fallen leaves fell on Zhou Xu's head.

He brushed the green leaves away and went into his room.

Bai Yao also entered the room not long ago. She had just taken off her coat when she heard another knock on the window.

Now she was very familiar with this voice. She walked over and opened the window. Sure enough, the white-haired man outside smiled softly with his lips pursed. "Yaoyao."

"You haven't rested yet?"

Bai Yao reached out to touch his hair. He bent his waist and lowered his body to facilitate her touch. At the same time, his hands were on the windowsill, like two claws.

Raising the corners of his lips comfortably, he said softly, "I miss Yaoyao and can't sleep."

His mouth became sweeter and sweeter.

She wanted to taste whether he had secretly eaten her candy again.

"Yaoyao, kiss me." He raised his face, slightly opened his lips, and in the cold night, you could vaguely see the heat floating, "Come in, suck me."

Bai Yao was hooked and fascinated. She held his face with her hands. She didn't know whether it was his will or her wish. She leaned forward, passed through the window, and really kissed him. Then she followed the heat and sucked the tip of his tongue.

Maybe he felt a little itchy, he laughed from time to time, and occasionally a soft hum came from his throat, like the cry of a small animal.

His hair was very soft, and the skin on his face was very nice to touch. I don't know how comfortable it would be to hold him to sleep.

He chuckled and said vaguely: "I want to sleep in your arms, Yaoyao."

Bai Yao stepped back slightly and rubbed the flesh on his face that had grown recently. "Do you know what it means for a man and a woman to sleep together?"

"Yes." He placed his hand on her belly and moved it slightly downward. Through the thin fabric of her skirt, he could feel the soft flesh on her belly.

He said: "This is where I'll put my little cub."

Bai Yao was stunned.

His face was pure and innocent, his temperament was innocent and untainted by the world, but the words that came out occasionally were full of wildness and too straightforward.

She didn't answer.

So, he nervously grabbed her hand and put it on his face, "Yaoyao, don't you want to have a baby with me?"