Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Snake's sharp tongue
Thus was decided the name 'Ming Yi'.
The young man that Mingzhen had seen in her memories before, it seemed as if when she blurted out this name, something finally formed a strange closed loop at this moment.
It turns out that the boy she saw in that memory was... Pu Yuemin, and the sister Mingzhen mentioned was her?
Coming out of Master Ming's study, Ming Yueyi was still in a state of emptiness, as if she was stepping on soft clouds, and every step she took felt unreal.
Master Ming asked her to take her brother to familiarize himself with the Ming Mansion. All the young men followed her slowly, their smiling eyes fixed on the wet and sticky spot on her thin back.
Mingyueyi walked in front and led people to a small courtyard with few people.
When there was no one around her, she suddenly turned around, grabbed the boy's neck, and pressed him against the white wall covered with green vines.
The young boy was completely defenseless, his limp body leaning obediently against the wall, staring at Mingyueyi who was pinching his neck in confusion.
Mingyueyi had a bright face. When she smiled, the sweet dimples on her lips made people feel happy. But when she was not smiling, with her eyelashes drooping, she looked cold and unkind.
At this moment, she raised her fair and pretty face, looked at his pretty and harmless face with a cold expression, and slowly said: "Puyuemin."
The boy tilted his head and leaned on her wrist, his watery black eyes filled with obvious confusion, and his naturally upturned red lips couldn't help but curl into a smile: "What?"
Ming Yueyi frowned, looking at the smile on his face strangely. "Who the hell are you? Why are you always pestering me?"
"Stuck with you?" He was puzzled, his eyes blank. He raised his hand to hold her wrist that was pinching her neck, and his breath was filled with lingering passion and trembling. "I don't understand what my sister is saying."
The ending tone is not like a snake, but rather like a fox spirit with a curved face.
The cold fingertips rubbed the skin of her wrist intermittently, and his breath was like a snake licking, full of provocation and teasing.
Mingyueyi's hand trembled, and then her fingers suddenly exerted force, her nails digging deep into the flesh of his neck.
He frowned, and his already pale face turned a lifeless black due to suffocation.
"Sister, you want to kill me." He stared at her, his gorgeous features shrouded in pale temptation, and he spoke of his innocent grievances in an innocent manner, "This is our first meeting, why do you want to kill me?"
Ming Yueyi looked at his charming face with a cold eye, taking the enjoyment smile on his lips as a provocation, and gradually closed her five fingers.
She intended to strangle him to death, but unfortunately, when his eyes rolled back due to obvious suffocation, there was a sudden sound of something heavy falling at the door.
"My wife is going to kill my young master, someone come quickly."
As the maid screamed, people who heard the sound quickly rushed over and separated her from the young man who was only breathing his last breath.
Master Ming also got the news and rushed over.
When Master Ming arrived, he saw the frail young man sitting on the ground against the wall. Anger surged in his heart. He turned around and wanted to scold Ming Yueyi who was hugging his arms beside him, but his clothes were gently pulled.
"Don't blame me, it's all because of my poor health. I get dizzy after walking a few steps. I was just helping me up and people misunderstood me." The boy spoke in a weak voice, but his extremely black eyes were staring at Mingyueyi.
Only then did Master Ming put down his hand and glanced at Ming Yueyi who was standing before him. "Yue Niang, is it really as your brother said?"
Mingyueyi nodded without changing his expression: "Yes."
Knowing that he had misunderstood, Master Ming's expression improved slightly, but he still scolded her sternly for not informing anyone when he knew that his brother was in poor health and fainted. He then ordered the servants to help the boy back with heartache.
Ming Yueyi ignored Master Ming and looked at the pinch marks on the boy's neck, lost in thought.
She found that although the young man in front of her looked similar to Pu Yuemin, he also seemed a little different.
Although he seemed familiar with her, the familiarity was different from before, with a bit of wild and seductive teasing.
Maybe it was just her illusion, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
After this experience, Ming Yueyi is now confused and can't tell what time it is now. Is it Pu Yuemin who disguised himself as "Ming Yi", or is the "Ming Yi" back then actually Pu Yuemin?
Because Ming Yueyi didn't take good care of her brother, Master Ming punished her by grounding her to the house.
She had no objection to this punishment. She was busy repairing her magical instruments and escaping. She didn't go out often, so she didn't have to run into Pu Yuemin.
But if she doesn't go out, the boy won't come in person.
It was the third day of Mingyueyi's house arrest. It had snowed a few days ago and the weather was freezing cold.
Because Shang'er appeared suddenly, Mingyueyi announced to the outside world that she was a personal maid he had bought from outside before, and then asked her to stay in the courtyard to look after the magic weapon that was being tempered.
Mingfu does not have an immortal furnace like Fenjing Peak. In Mingfu, she can only use coal or dead branches. Although Mingfu is a wealthy salt merchant and has no shortage of coal, it cannot withstand the large-scale use of coal day and night.
As time went on, the little bit of coal she received every day began to run out of supply.
After the snow in the yard stopped, Mingyueyi wrapped himself in a thick cloak, squatted on the ground and picked up dead branches in the yard, intending to put them into the stove to add fuel to the fire.
When she got up after saving enough, she inadvertently saw a young man leaning lazily against the withered vines covered with snow at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at her gently as if he was watching a shadow play.
"elder sister."
Ming Yueyi had been in the courtyard for quite some time. Her face was frozen pale, and the tip of her nose was pink. She stood in the snow, hugging a dead branch, frowning at him, "Why are you here?"
She had asked Shang'er these days and vaguely knew that the young man in front of her was really Mingyi.
"Come and see Sister." His eyes fell on the dead tree in her arms, and he raised his dark gray eyebrows in surprise: "Sister, why are you picking up dead branches? Is there not enough charcoal in the yard? Why didn't you send someone to tell me?"
At first, this sounded like boasting. Ming Yueyi knew he had no such intention, so she squatted down and picked up the dead branch that had just fallen to the ground.
The dead branches were vines wrapped around the trees, some of which had sharp thorns, and her fingertips were accidentally pricked.
Ming Yueyi had just frowned when the young man who was walking towards her grabbed her fingers.
He held her hand lovingly, then wiped her fingers carefully with a clean white handkerchief, and said softly, "Sister, you always hurt yourself. I feel bad."
As he said this, he lowered his head and touched her fingers with his lips.
Mingyueyi took a deep breath, then thrust it into his lips.
"Hmm..." He groaned, his throat squeezing her fingers uncomfortably, but he did not push her hand away. Instead, he raised his red eyes and looked at her.
The boy's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry because he was bullied.
If Mingyueyi had not seen the obviously perverted excitement in his tearful eyes, she would have felt pity for this face.
pity.
Mingyueyi inserted her penis into his throat fiercely, trying to dig out his tongue from the root. He didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he narrowed his eyes with pleasure and couldn't help but hug her and breathe.
"Sister, go slower... I'm bleeding and can't hold it in my mouth."
His brows relaxed and he spoke incoherently, blood flowing from his lips and the base of her fingers.
Mingyueyi felt nauseous and lost the desire to touch him, so she wanted to pull her fingers out.
He sensed her intention to leave and suddenly bit her finger between his teeth to prevent her from leaving.
Ming Yueyi moaned subconsciously, and then was pressed into a flowerbed of unknown wild flowers by his body.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, the blood from his lips rolled on her skin like beads, and he licked it away. Her cheeks turned red, and she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming.
But he wanted to listen to her, so he opened his mouth and bit her shoulder, then put his hands around her waist and moved back, pressing her waist tightly in his arms and rubbing against her.
"Sister, call me again, I like it." He bit her shoulder lightly with his breath in disorder and panted unbearably.
Mingyueyi noticed his emotional reaction and was stunned at first when she pushed his hand. Then she came to her senses and pushed him away forcefully, pulling down the hem of her skirt which he had made into a crumpled piece of waste paper.
He leaned aside and looked at her with a smile, his temples wet, his face flushed, and he exuded a satisfied and fascinated aura.
Ming Yueyi noticed the dirt on her skirt and turned to look him in the face. "Pu Yuemin, have I seen you before?"
His expression seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he stretched out his upper body like a snake in the deep grass, supported it on both sides of her body, and leaned in to stare at her.
"What did my sister call me?"
Ming Yueyi didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she pushed him away and went to pick up the dead branches on the ground.
The young man embraced her from behind like a clinging vine, his chin resting on the back of her shoulder, his mouth entwined with her earring. He asked with an uneasy breath, "I'm curious. From the first day I entered the mansion, Sister has called me Pu Yuemin. Is that a new name for me? I like it very much. From now on, I'll use it as my nickname."
When he said the last sentence, he bit her earlobe with his sharp teeth, and only let go with a smile after hearing her gasp.
Ming Yueyi broke free from his embrace, covered her red ears, and glared at him: "Are you sick?"
He smiled, his emotions hidden in his eyes: "Well...doesn't my sister know whether I'm sick or not?"
Ming Yueyi put down her hand and bent down to pick up the dead branches on the ground. He clung to her again, hugged her and whispered softly: "Sister, did you treat me like this because you found out that I like you? I haven't even asked where you came from. Not only did you say my name every time you opened your mouth, you also took over my identity, leaving me to live outside..."
After Mingyueyi finished speaking this sentence with a wronged tone, the dead branches in his arms fell completely to the ground. He turned his head with an almost stiff neck and looked at the young man behind him.
"What did you say?"
Pu Yuemin pinched her chin, her bewildered face reflected in his narrowed, pure black eyes. "Sister, you want to ask me why I liked you when I first met you, right?"
Ming Yueyi was speechless, not because he said he liked her, but because he didn't even know her. He called their previous meeting the first time.
Seeing that she remained silent, Pu Yuemin lifted her chin and shook it coquettishly, "Sister, you look so adorable and pitiful."
He then leaned over and bit her lips again.
Ming Yueyi was just thinking when she felt a sudden pain on her lips, and her scattered consciousness was instantly brought back to her.
"It's so sweet, even sweeter than the lip balm my sister gave me the first time. It tastes like pomegranate. It's my fault for being too hungry and not savoring it properly."
The young man's charming face magnified before her eyes. His thin and slender hands lifted her chin, and his tongue pushed open her lips and teeth in a deep kiss, mumbling unclear words.
Mingyueyi didn't hear clearly what he said, as her mouth was filled with the boy's long and pointed tongue.
The tongue in her lips was like a slippery, cold, and flexible little snake. She became weak from the kiss, and her thin shoulders tensed involuntarily.
The young man kissed eagerly, his lips and tongue separated a few inches, pulling out a sticky transparent thread, and then he couldn't wait to entangle it tightly.
With erotic breathing, he grabbed her limp waist and carried her horizontally, stumbling into the house.
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