Quick wear: the host is so brave, and the blackened villain dares to tease

Yan Weishan's deep and calm eyes became deeper and deeper, Ning Xi couldn't imagine that Yan Sanye, who had always been abstinent and stern, now looked like a carnivorous animal, his eyes locked on her tightly.

As soon as Ning Xi was pushed in front of the long golden nanmu table, she lay down on the table, and felt Yan Weishan leaning down, and whispered next to her ear.

"Ningning, let me draw a picture for you."

Ning Xi looked up at him and met a pair of deep eyes, "Just draw, what are you doing?"

"Heh." Yan Weishan laughed softly, and said lightly, "Of course I made a painting on your body that is unparalleled in the world."

He looked at Ning Xi's back in the cheongsam, and squeezed the round buttons one by one with his fingers.

Pushing back the cheongsam on the back, he said, "I just want you to plant red flowers in the yard, and they bloom beautifully."

Ning Xi, "That's Lycoris."

She added, "It has the effects of detoxification, expectoration, diuresis, emesis, insecticide, etc., but it has a small poison and is mainly used to treat sore throat."

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt uncomfortable when Yan Weishan's fingers landed on her back, itching a little, she immediately stopped talking.

Yan Weishan looked at the scars on her back, they hadn't completely faded, some scars stretched all the way to
He stroked his callused palm, and said with pity, "Ning Ning has suffered."

Ning Xi's ears were hot, and the man behind him looked at his back without the cheongsam, and wanted to struggle, but was held down by him.

"Hey, don't move, I'll add some flowers to cover your scars."

Ning Xi puffed her cheeks, let him go, and simply lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes to rest.

Yan Weishan changed to a vermilion pen, and when he lowered his head, he saw that her skin was fairer than snow, and her skin was as thick as fat, and when she saw her swaying her waist when adjusting her posture, her Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

"do not move."

"Huh?" Ning Xi looked back at him blankly.

"Cough." Yan Weishan coughed lightly, as if he overestimated his self-control.

He hurriedly stabilized his somewhat disorganized breathing, but Ning Xi followed the sunlight to see the depth of his eyes clearly.

She subconsciously said, "Young Marshal is going to paint me, or is he playing hooligan?"

"Crack~"

Ning Xi was patted by him, only to hear the man's mellow voice, "It's your words, but it's not good."

Ning Xi hummed softly, "Hurry up."

Yan Weishan wrote the pen, a touch of red bloomed on her porcelain white skin.

Ning Xi felt the tip of the brush gently fall on her back, causing a feeling like an electric shock.

She couldn't help but hold her breath and arch her back.

Yan Weishan has always been focused on doing things, lifelike, and gorgeous flowers fall on her back.

In the study room, sunlight came in through the glass windows, fell on the golden nanmu table, fell into the eyelashes of the beauty, and set off the beautiful scenery on the back.

When Yan Weishan finished writing, Ning Xi was about to pick up his clothes.

He pressed her hand, "Let me take another look."

Ning Xi was hugged by his waist, and he felt the heat coming from behind him as he lowered his head, as if the flowers on his back were ignited.

She subconsciously said, "Young commander, actually, Lycoris has other names."

"Huh?" Yan Weishan was already obsessed with the period, his fingers slid over and only responded.

Ning Xi raised her eyes and looked out the window. In early autumn, the gorgeous flowers bloomed very well. There was only one branch without leaves.

She said: "It is also called Manzhushahua, Bianhua, and the red lotus."

"There is a saying in the Lotus Sutra that manjushahua is a kind of smallpox in the god realm, and the flowers and leaves will never meet."

"There is also a wild history legend. Manzhu and Shahua are flower demons and leaf demons respectively. They fell in love but were cursed to live forever and could not be together forever. matter."

Ning Xi was silent.

Just like her and Zhou Ye.

Unfortunately, in the next reincarnation, it is impossible for him to remember himself.

Just like Yan Weishan behind him.

Fortunately, they still love each other and are together.

Seeing that Ning Xi was in a daze, Yan Weishan picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Ning Xi quickly put her arms around his neck, and she put him under the quilt.

When Yan Weishan got up, she took his hand, stroked the rough calluses on his palm with her fingers, covered her hands, and said softly: "Brother Weishan has worked hard too."

"Ning Ning." Yan Weishan's heart warmed.

Ning Xi raised her eyes, looked at him and smiled, "Brother Weishan is also my treasure."

"Ningning, I'm 29 this year."

Ning Xi snorted, "Even if you are 80 years old, I will hold your hand."

As she spoke, Ning Xi kissed his palm with a satisfied expression on her face.

Yan Weishan looked at her deeply, looked at her smiling face, and listened to her words.

At this moment, he suspected that he must have done a lot of meritorious deeds in his previous life, otherwise he had killed so much in this life, how could he have met such a good woman.

He is a person who does not believe in Buddhism or God, but at this moment, he believes that this is a blessing bestowed on him by God.

"Is it cold?" Yan Weishan pulled the quilt to wrap her up.

Ning Xi complained softly, "It's all your fault for not changing me into a cheongsam."

Yan Weishan nodded seriously, "Well, it's all my fault."

Ning Xi raised her eyes and saw that after he entered the door, he was still wearing a neat and serious military uniform, wrapping all his strength and dominance in it.

At this time, speaking gentle words to her, Ning Xi could still feel that under the cold uniform, there was a strong body and a domineering soul.

She couldn't help reaching out, ripping off his collar, and peeling off his uniform
Yan Weishan was familiar with the road, and his palms slid down her graceful waist.

He closed his palm, his slender fingers sunken slightly, and his voice was no longer as cold as before.

"It's really getting worse the more you learn."

Ning Xi put her arms around his neck, her eyes raised, "You don't like it?"

Yan Weishan remained silent, and covered his thin lips. This was already the most truthful answer.

Perhaps because of the bad luck last time, Yan Weishan held back for a long time, but this time when he opened the gate, he couldn't hold back.

Ning Xi struggled for oxygen, opened his closed eyes, and saw Yan Weishan's handsome face, with a dark glow in his eyes, surging violently.

Her heart and feeling were also sucked away by him.

She grabbed his clothes angrily, but was hugged down by him.

This bedroom was specially arranged for her, with an exquisite wardrobe and a long mirror beside the wardrobe.

Ning Xi saw the two people reflected in the mirror.

Feminine and masculine are simply a match made in heaven.

……

After more than an hour, they returned to the quilt room. There was a little light in the room, which vaguely reflected the people in it.

Ning Xi couldn't stand his attack and began to dodge.

"Young commander, please let me go."

Yan Weishan hugged her, and bit her with a hoarse and seductive voice next to her ear, "What do you call me?"

When Ning Xi should be cowardly, she is really not stubborn.

"Brother Weishan."

Yan Weishan's heart skipped a beat, and his callused fingertips gently stroked the flowers on her back.

Ning Xi looked up and looked back at him.

He said, "Ningning, kiss me."

Hearing his deep voice, Ning Xi blushed even more, and leaned forward to kiss him.

……