Chapter 429

I have no idea that my actions and words have caused misunderstanding and triggered public opinion.

Beimingyan entered the palace and strode towards the library.

In the season of spring and summer, the weather was cloudy and sunny. On her way, it began to rain.

Walking in the cloister to take shelter from the rain, she looked at the young maids hurrying with oil paper umbrellas and stopped.

When civil and military officials went to court, the sound of chickens sounded intermittently, and gardeners in the back garden were already pruning flowers and plants.

Under the moisture of spring rain, exotic flowers and plants have a shiny effect similar to the rain curtain.

The beautiful eyes opened lightly, her hands itched, and she untied a small gourd like object from her belt.

It's cyan and brown. The pattern painted on it is very abstract. I can't see what the font on it says.

Open the bottle cap.

There is a gas similar to the smell of wine overflowing from the small gourd.

She slightly opened her lips and gently raised her hand. Seeing that the gourd mouth was about to touch, the sweet wine could roar.

Yejue appeared behind beimingyan. Her slender white hand was against the gourd mouth and stopped her movement in time.

Beimingyan's heart clicked, and her sober head was rarely confused.

Out of inertia, her thin lips were pasted with yejue's fingers, delicate and smooth, and her skin was wet and soft.

It's not like human skin, but like fish, smooth and terrible.

Beimingyan kept a forward leaning posture. With no focus on one hand and no defense, she pulled the corner of yejue's clothes, hugged his waist, and ran straight sideways into yejue's arms along the trend of inertia.

Yejue pulled away the fingers that fell on her thin lips.

Gently, without any cocoon, the finger belly stuck to her wrist. Yejue took her wrist and an empty hand climbed on her shoulder.

Beiming Yan was stunned for a while and was held by a man for a circle.

Between the twists and turns of the earth, she felt a cold behind her and pasted a mahogany column.

The light rain falling on the side continued to hit some light clothes of the two people, and the coolness of goose bumps was about to spread from the spine.

Yejue pasted it very close, and the slightly flustered support action became a deep friction between clothes.

Static electricity passed between the two people's hair. The charming and ambiguous atmosphere made beimingyan feel soft.

The feeling of sour, astringent, fishy and sweet came out of my body.

She was a little nervous about shangyejue's careless eyes, and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

At the moment when his sight intersected with him, he was reluctant to leave.

It seemed that the God of fate gently touched his lips, and the heart spread from his fingertips swept through his body.

Suddenly, I was in a soft mess.

The reaction came that she was still in the man's arms and her hand was still around the man's thin waist. Beimingyan was reluctant to let go. She lowered her head and rushed forward innocently.

"Are you willing to go to the palace today?"

The whole person pounced on yejue's arms, and beimingyan couldn't see his expression and action.

But unexpectedly, yejue didn't push her away.

Let her hold it.

The cold raindrops hit her back, and her clothes were wet, so she couldn't help shivering.

She didn't want to let go, but she felt that her body could not stand it. She let go of her hand.

But the next moment, yejue grabbed her wrist and walked out of the corridor: "your clothes are wet. Go back and change one."

Beimingyan looked at yejue's hand with low eyes and asked in a low voice, "my bedroom is not in that direction."

The people around him paused and seemed to be thinking, "there is no spare clothes for you in the library?"

She suddenly realized, "yes."

He smiled, "then go there."

Beiming Yan Yu Guang glanced at the bedroom closer to here: "but..."

Yejue: "invite a man into your bedroom, are you sure?"

Bei Mingyan: "

Yejue: "go to the library."

Beimingyan listened to yejue's careless words. Her ears were red and whispered. Her voice was too good.

The wet glazed eyes were stained with water. The girl licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, carefully raised her eyes and looked at yejue's side face.

I feel my heart beating.

Looking at yejue a few days ago, I just thought he was too beautiful. He was too beautiful to be human. He was simply a goblin in the wild legend.

But when I looked at him today, I only felt that one look and one move had endless temptation. People wanted to peel off his clothes, severely ravage him and let him catch smoke and anger.

What happened to her.

Beimingyan looked at her toes and yejue's side face from time to time along the way. Unfortunately, the other party focused on walking and didn't give her extra eyes.

She felt that yejue was really seductive, but she didn't show her emotions.

She felt that he seemed to indulge her, intimate and ambiguous, but he seemed to be a person who was good at forbearance and waiting.

There was no such warm emotion, but it made people feel that there was a volcano at the bottom of his heart.

Yejue felt beimingyan's intermittent eyes, and suddenly glanced back at her. That eye was like spring flowers blooming, snow lotus roaring, sweet from her heart.

Beimingyan was worried at that glance. She only felt that she had no resistance to beauty. The hot and humid breath fell in the rain and fog and was blurred by the sound of raindrops.

She suddenly bumped her feet and quickly grabbed yejue's hand and his little thumb and ring finger. She couldn't help laughing: "yejue, your portrait was pasted under the city today..."

Yejue? He suddenly looked at her playfully: "what do you call me?"

Beimingyan just regained her consciousness, gently bit her lips, recalled what she blurted out just now, and shouted tentatively, "Mr. night?"

"Yes." The man answered in a low voice, as if his voice overflowed from his throat.

Beimingyan: shit, it's so high and cold,

Beimingyan whispered, "night night."

"Huh?" Yejue's voice was ethereal. It seemed that she didn't bother to call her, "there are steps."

"I..."

Bang!

A girl shook her feet and kicked open the golden leaf peony beside the steps.

A soft girl's voice sounded in yejue's ear. It was so loud.

Yejue reached out and picked up a rash ghost who was about to fall from the ground.

"What do you want to do?" When beimingyan was happy that she had been rescued, yejue's voice remembered in her ear. The man's breath was revealed in her ear, itching and numb, which made beimingyan tremble.

"Careless." Beimingyan whispered.

"Can you get up?" He looked at him.

Beimingyan held yejue's arm, looked at the man's white skin, suddenly looked up, and her lips gently crossed the man's lips.

Yejue's eyes were slightly dark. She put her on the ground and picked up her jaw with one hand. Beimingyan stepped back in panic and her head shrank back.

But the man pressed her from behind. She opened her eyes and looked forward to him.

Put your hands around his neck and wait for him to kiss.

Yejue's hand gently touched her thin lips. Beimingyan only felt that her body was going to be crisp, and the familiar throbbing feeling rushed out of her body.

The process of waiting was a little anxious, but the man quietly opened the distance.

What, beimingyan muttered in disappointment: "I didn't kiss you, I didn't kiss you, which tendon is wrong, I didn't kiss you!"

Walking behind yejue, the girl was disappointed and shy. She accidentally knocked over several pots of precious flowers. Her wet clothes were even thinner.

Yejue was angry and funny. She opened the door of the library and pushed beimingyan in: "go change your clothes."

Beimingyan shriveled her mouth: "No."

The rain tends to increase. The guard at the door has long been dispersed by beimingyan.

Now there are only two people in the east half of the library, beimingyan and yejue.

Two people are blocked in front of a door, one can't get in and the other can't get out. The girl's expression is awkward and the man's expression is lazy.

"I closed my eyes and you didn't kiss me. You......" beimingyan thought for a long time and didn't come up with a word to describe yejue.

Yejue stood there quietly, motionless, his eyes were a little lax, and his eyes didn't know where they had gone.

When beimingyan saw him like this, her whole heart seemed to be soaked in sour water.

"I'm still distracted. I'm still thinking about something else..."

Touched her heart, beimingyan sighed: it's over, fall into love.

She was really enchanted by yejue. She seemed to like him very much.

Yejue takes beimingyan into the Tibetan stone pavilion. She looks at him like a child, and her emotions are written on her face.

He picked up a clean towel from behind the screen. He looked down at her clean and charming face. A few drops of wet water slipped into her clothes. He couldn't help frowning, and his mind flashed the appearance of elves reveling in the rain. Half pay, shook his head, not for her.

Quietly wipe her long hair. Beimingyan hasn't moved for a long time.

When her hair was half dry, yejue looked at her with low eyes. She had already slept.

His fingers were at the end of her hair. He glanced at her wet clothes. His hands were slightly raised, and light green gas overflowed from his fingers.

The fresh and bright light mixed with gas shrouded beimingyan in a circular protective cover.

Originally wet clothes become dry at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Wet brocade embroidered clothes restore their original delicacy and smoothness.

Yejue smiled, reached out and touched her dried hair, with a gentle tone: "you're still young, don't worry."

The weather was a little abnormal gray and black. When beimingyan woke up, it was stormy outside. She realized that she was sleeping on the soft collapse and her clothes were dry. She was a little stunned.

Subconsciously looking for yejue's figure in the room, I looked around and found no trace of him.

There is an unspeakable loss in my heart.

In the rain, yejue walked on the edge of the corridor, holding a bowl of black liquid with herbs floating on it. The tip of his hair was a little wet and attached to his forehead. The rain slid down his temples to his chin.

Unspeakably sexy.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw beimingyan sitting on the soft collapse with a lonely expression. He noticed that she saw her suddenly bright eyes and smiled: "afraid of me leaving?"