Chapter 83 Chapter 83 Snake Snake Drilling
At first glance, the boy looked like a terminally ill ghost who had suffocated to death due to lack of breath. The excitement from the inhalation was so intense that the burning sensation spread to the back of his ears.
Countless white mists exploded in Mingyueyi's brain, and he even lost consciousness for a long time before he choked in his throat. He grabbed his long hair that was hanging and shaking on the side, looking a little angry and annoyed.
"Get out, you bastard."
She didn't know what monster's skin was underneath, but it was surprisingly soft, like lying on silk that was swaying in the surging tide. The light in her misty eyes was blurred, and she vaguely saw the skin hanging on the wooden frame, which was the head.
A giant silver-white python that seemed to come alive was lying on the wooden frame, with its scarlet eyes wide open, staring straight at the chaotic scene.
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This is Qingyun Sect, and those who left not long ago may come back at any time.
Terrible thoughts swirled in her mind, sweat broke out on her forehead, the tips of her ears turned red, and there was an indescribable charm in her eyes.
He seemed to have noticed it, and he pressed her closer with his hands, slowly exploring her softly as she breathed.
Every time she felt heavier, her breathing would tremble.
Slowly, she rested her jaw on his jade-like collarbone, biting her lower lip with her teeth, her hands resting on his shoulders, swallowing and shaking. The fan made a sound, and the demon skin pad underneath was messed up.
The tall and thin young man lying on the white demon skin had a dazed look on his face, his thin long fingers grasping her shaking legs, his messy black hair like pine trees stuck to their bodies.
Moans rose and fell from the cold dungeon. The two of them were entangled like snakes in spring, mating non-stop, with their faces showing incomparable beauty and enjoyment.
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The night was as dark as an abyss. A dead branch of a tree hung high in the sky, reflected in the inky grey sky. It seemed a bit unreal, like a cracked piece of cheap porcelain. Jackdaws were roosting in the tree, and they all flew away when they heard the noise.
Until two people walked out of the forest, one in front and one behind.
The young man in red clothes had long, jet-black hair that hung down to the ground. His pale, bloodless face was flushed with a sickly color. He walked behind her like a ghost in the dark night.
He stared at Mingyueyi in front of him without blinking, with moist satisfaction in the corners of his eyes.
In comparison, because the dungeon was too intense, Mingyueyi in front still had a flush on her cheeks, and her walking posture was a little unnatural and awkward.
The soreness in her legs and the weakness in her body seemed to remind her of what she had just done with the boy behind her in the dungeon.
If she had not woken up in time, she would probably still be indulging in lust and not know what the world is.
Until they left Qingyun Sect, walking back was too slow, so she summoned a crane.
Pu Yuemin was not surprised to see Xianhe, but sat behind her and hugged her as if her skin was thirsty, with his cold hands pressing lightly on her lower abdomen.
As soon as she pressed it, she felt something overflow.
Mingyueyi turned and stared at him: "Let go."
"Sister finally talked to me." He smiled with his eyes curved, his pupils were black and his skin was white, his appearance was beautiful and charming, he held her waist very obediently, letting her lean on his arms.
"When you came out, you didn't talk to me. I thought my sister was angry and didn't dare to speak. Fortunately, my sister was not angry."
He spoke with grievance, and in the tone of a spoiled boy, he told her about the fears he had experienced along the way, but he was honest and didn't behave like he did before.
Mingyue glanced at him, turned her head and said nothing.
It was already midnight when the two returned to Yun Town. The streets were still as bustling as before they left, as if no time had passed.
The child with the red carp light walked past them with a laugh, startling the cool night wind.
Pu Yuemin wrapped her cloak around her, took her hand and said softly, "Sister, let's go see the ice lanterns."
Ming Yueyi shook her head: "I won't watch it."
The smile on his face fell, and he lowered his eyelashes to look at the sleepiness between her brows. A smile appeared again in his dark pupils: "Okay, then let's go back and watch the ice lanterns another day."
Mingyueyi is really tired.
The two did not take a carriage when they came out, so they had to walk back.
Pu Yuemin held her horizontally and said slowly under her questioning gaze, "Sister, you look very tired. I'll carry you back."
"Won't the people in the mansion tell you?" She was too lazy to move and just leaned on his shoulder.
"Say?" Pu Yuemin was bewildered. "What will they say?"
"We are brother and sister now." Mingyueyi reminded him that hugging each other in public was just as shocking as getting entangled behind people's backs.
Pu Yuemin hummed in realization, then suddenly bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Smiling, he said, "We'll get married soon. No one will say anything. They'll just sigh at the deep affection between young couples."
"Get married..." Ming Yueyi squinted her eyes in sleepiness and murmured something. Then she came to her senses belatedly and opened her eyes in an instant to look at him.
"What marriage?"
Mingyueyi remembered that Yunzhen seemed to have a custom of sibling marriage, but that was a custom that came into being after the fox demon was sealed in Yunzhen, and it was a sacrifice to the fox demon.
And they are not biological siblings, but adopted child husbands or child brides.
Soon she remembered that neither of them was the heir of the Ming family, and leaned back to think, does this custom already exist now?
Pu Yuemin stared at her eyes which were wide open in surprise.
Like a cat.
He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her eyes again, but Mingyueyi blocked it with her hand.
The kiss naturally fell on her palm.
He didn't feel disappointed and kissed her palm until it started to itch before he panted softly and replied, "I'm already with my sister. Isn't getting married a natural thing?"
Mingyueyi pushed away his lost yet handsome face and turned her head to bury it in the plush cloak.
I'm too lazy to pay attention to him.
Pu Yuemin smiled and held her tightly in his arms.
The lights were still on outside the Ming Mansion. The servant at the door had been waiting for a long time and was immediately delighted to see the two of them come back.
"My dear, you are finally back."
The servant saw that the young man was holding the woman in his arms, who might be tired from playing, so he asked the maid beside him to take her from his arms.
Before the old woman got close, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck and subconsciously looked at the man in front of her.
He held Mingyueyi in his arms, and his watery black eyes seemed to show a cold chill as he looked at them, but the old woman was frightened and in the blink of an eye, her husband had regained his gentleness of the previous day.
"No need. I'll take my sister back. It's so late at night, and you don't need to stay here any longer. Go down and rest."
The old woman and the servant bowed their heads and agreed.
Pu Yuemin passed by them holding the sleeping Ming Yueyi.
The servant sighed in his heart that the young master who had just returned home was really kind-hearted. He not only cared for his wife, but also took good care of them, the servants.
It is a blessing for the governor to have such a man.
The night watchman's call sounded late at night, the bustle on the streets faded, and light snow fell from the sky. The servants of the Ming Mansion yawned, closed the door, rubbed their frozen hands, and went back to rest.
Mingyueyi thought that Pu Yuemin would leave after putting her down, but the young man crawled into her quilt like a snake, put his slender and cold arms around her, and leaned his face against her head, sighing softly.
"It's so hot, why is my sister's body temperature hot?"
Ming Yueyi struggled a few times in his arms, but when he didn't move, she gave up. "Human body temperature is always warm, and it will be the same if you hug someone else."
He asked doubtfully, his hand already on her belly, kissing her red ear affectionately.
Ming Yueyi was kneaded until she was very soft, and asked him directly: "Aren't you going back?"
Pu Yuemin heard the intention of chasing her away in her words. His peach blossom eyes were raised. His eyes and hair were extremely dark, and his lips were pale rose, making his skin look cold and pale, as if frozen. "No, it's too cold. Only my sister is warm."
He said he was afraid of the cold, but in fact he loved ice and snow very much. Today he was wearing a single-layer white robe and a thin red coat outside and did not feel cold, let alone now that he was naked in the quilt.
It is clear what he is thinking.
"Go back." Mingyueyi continued to drive him away.
Fortunately, although he was reluctant, he still obediently got up from her quilt. When he sat on the edge of the bed, his scattered black hair piled up to his waist. The faint candlelight at the head of the bed fell on his hands as he was dressing, and his joints were as slender as bamboo joints.
After putting on his clothes, his naked body was covered. He once again restored the gentle appearance of a beautiful young man, and with a soft smile in his eyes, he tucked her in. "Sister, have a good rest. I'll go back first."
Mingyueyi closed his eyes and nodded.
When Pu Yuemin's eyes fell on her nodding head, he inadvertently rubbed her saturated cherry lips against the quilt, and leaned over to lick her lips.
Mingyueyi felt her lips get wet, and she opened her eyes suddenly, just in time to see his back as he walked out.
The figure melted into the snowy night like a blood mist, with a strange and gorgeous look.
Mingyueyi raised his hand and touched his lower lip, thinking of the demon skin he saw in the dungeon today.
The young man with the same face as He Wujiu came in and started eating the monster skin.
So what kind of demon is that demon skin based on? And why is it hidden at the bottom?
Ming Yueyi thought for a while, then felt sleepy. She closed her eyes unconsciously, buried her face in the soft and warm quilt, emptied her mind, and fell into a deep sleep.
The third watch struck, the night snow piled up under the window sill, the candlelight in the bedside lampshade was almost extinguished by the cold wind, and then it was protected by a pair of pale hands.
The candlelight flickered twice, falling on the young man's deep eyebrows and eyes, as beautiful as spring flowers.
He stared at the woman sleeping on the couch, a hint of satisfaction reflected in his feminine black eyes. He didn't even notice that his fingertips were being licked by the flames and were emitting the smell of cooked meat.
Until Mingyueyi on the couch moved his face unconsciously, and a strand of hair on his forehead covered his eyes. He stretched out his hand to hook it up, only to find that his fingers were familiar.
He stared at the red fingers for a while, then naturally changed his hand and lifted the loose hair from her face and put it behind her ear.
He squatted in front of her and looked at her for a long time. He lowered his eyelashes in shame, raised his hands to take off his clothes, and crawled naked into her quilt. He stretched out his hands and covered her with his whole body, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Mingyueyi's sleep was not natural. He felt as if he was tied up in a cold dungeon and being fed cooked meat. The spiritual power in his body almost overflowed instantly, and he had a vague feeling of breaking through the realm.
She opened her eyes instantly, wanting to feel the spiritual power, but what she saw was the boy's pure and harmless face.
It was already dawn outside the window, and the warm winter sun fell on the ground through the pane, making the room bright. He was sleeping soundly, with the loose hair on his forehead lazily covering his eyebrows and eyes, like a cold corpse, emitting a damp and dead air.
And she was being held by him.
Seeing Pu Yuemin appear here, Ming Yueyi was unconscious for a long time before coming to his senses. He pursed his lips and raised his foot to kick him down.
I don't know why I moved too much and my knee hit the wrong place. The sleeping boy gasped for no reason, and his cheekbones were visibly flushed.
Not only did he not roll off the bed as she wished, but he hugged her body and trembled a few times.
Mingyueyi's face froze.
Because she felt that there was something more energetic in him than she was.
Pu Yuemin slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes met hers, his mind filled with hazy trance. He asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you awake?"
Ming Yueyi didn't know why he woke up. Looking at his innocent face, she said, "Well, let go."
He was still in a daze from just waking up, and he slowly loosened his arms, and then was kicked off the couch.
The young man rolled off the couch bonelessly onto the ground, his black hair disheveled covering his naked white body, revealing his long legs and narrow hips, his body strong but not skinny.
Especially the two creatures that are holding their heads high, looking energetic and particularly pleasing to the eye.
He supported his hands behind his back and raised his confused and hidden face. His facial features, which should have been cold, became more gorgeous and charming as he tilted his head and raised his eyes. "Why did you kick me, sister?"
Ming Yueyi shifted her gaze from his abdomen and pulled the quilt from the bed and threw it on him: "Why are you on my bed? Didn't I tell you to go home last night?"
Pu Yuemin slowly wrapped herself in the blanket that was stained with her strong scent, covering half of her face. She sat on the ground, feeling the lingering scent on the blanket in a morbid manner. "Well, I listened to my sister and came again after I got home."
Ming Yueyi: “…”
She was speechless and was about to speak to chase him away when she heard the young man smelling the bedding and suddenly let out a very secretive moan.
She looked at him instantly.
The young man wrapped in a blanket seemed to be sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his body and hands tucked in, only his skinny feet exposed, and a strange red mark on his ankle.
She didn't need to think carefully about what the hand hidden in the quilt was doing. She knew it just by looking at the lust on his face.
She sat motionless on the couch, staring at the constantly moving covers on him.
The two of them sat in the same room in such a strange way.
He felt more and more unbearable under her gaze, his lips and cheeks were red, and even with his eyelids lowered, he could not hide his wild pleasure. He was even weirdly excited, so he bit his lower lip and showed his lust in front of her so openly.
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