On the way back to Lishan Manor, Si Yiyan's lips had a clear and elegant smile, and his eyes revealed heartfelt pleasure, such a good mood made Wen Wenya feel very weird! I always felt that his good mood was aimed at her.

However, Wen Wenya was lazy and couldn't lift his energy, so he didn't ask him, but just fell asleep in the car in a daze.

Si Yiyan turned her head to see that she was sleeping soundly, parked the car on the side of the road, carefully adjusted her posture more comfortably, took off her coat and gently put it on her body, turned on the air conditioner in the car to warm it up, and then continued to drive.

Wen Wenya slept sweetly this night, and when she woke up, she found that she was actually lying on the agarwood carved bed, and the faint and quaint fragrance haunted her whole person, and she almost thought that she was lying on the agarwood bed in the Mo family's boudoir.

She sat up from the bed, stretched, and then got out of bed, and looked at the time It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and she had slept for an hour and a half.

Wen Wenya went out of the room, and did not find Si Yiyan in the room, so she went to his study.

The door of the study was hidden, Wen Wenya quietly pushed the door in, but saw Si Yiyan standing in front of the bookcase and waving her pen to paint, she took a light step and quietly walked over.

Si Yiyan raised his eyes and glanced at her and said, "Wake up, can you sleep well?" ”

"Hmmm! Very good! When he was discovered, Wen Wen Ya walked over generously, stood beside him and probed his brain and asked, "What are you painting?" ”

Si Yiyan changed a thin one, dipped it in vermilion paint, and glanced at her meaningfully.

Wen Wenya was flustered by him, and when she looked down, she saw a cluster of roses painted on the long rice paper, which was blooming gorgeously, with clusters of branches blooming and leafy, and the flowers were enchanting, and they were amazingly beautiful.

She suddenly felt that this rose flower was so familiar!

She looked intently, where was the familiar, this was clearly the one she had painted in class before!

Her face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help but think of the dream of that night again, she clinged and twisted into various forms like a rose branch, blooming enchanting, beautiful and graceful, and silky spitting.

Even the paintings in front of me have been transformed into beautiful pictures of men and women intertwined.

By the way, how did Si Yiyan see this painting? Thinking like this, she came to her senses: "You...... How did you come to know about this painting? ”

"A hundred zhang of rose branches, wrapped into a cave house. The honey leaves are green and heavy, and the flowers are red brocade. Si Yiyan smiled lowly, took away a piece of rice paper next to the bookcase, and the rose picture she drew by herself was presented in front of her, and what was even more embarrassing was that there were poems left by her own handwriting!

Si Yiyan's voice seemed to be smudged with ink, with a meandering depth, chewing on this poem with a long accent, like a magic seductive, as charming as a charm, beautiful, extreme, decadent.

Her face seemed to be congested, and she suddenly thought of the piece of paper that fell out of Wen Jiàn's clip in the Lanxin Makeup Company before, and it seemed that Si Yiyan got this painting at that time.

Si Yiyan is so smart, and his bones are soaked in merry bones, how can he not understand the meaning of this painting.

The whole painting was completed, Si Yiyan picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and wrote the previous verses next to it.

She had a feeling of self-embarrassment, and subconsciously reached out to grab the pen in his hand, otherwise let him continue to write, but it was still a step too slow!

When the painting was completed, the book was completed, and Si Yiyan hung the painting aside.

Wen Ya subconsciously wants to rob it!

The footsteps just took a step, but it was a whirlwind, warm and elegant back against the edge of the bookcase, Si Yiyan hung his head against her forehead, the lips were close to each other between the two people's breaths, the tip of the soft tongue with a hint of sweetness, the chest was close together, as if panicked because of the closeness, and the fingertips were heavy ink fragrance, which reminded her of the roses that had just been intertwined in the painting, and her breathing slowly increased.

"That painting should be a gift for me, okay?" Si Yiyan's lips pressed against hers, and when she spoke, her lips touched hers, and there was a burst of friction that seemed to be nothing, making the eyes of the two people darken.

Wen Wenya listened to his voice, and there was a hint of pleading in the low voice, and she suddenly thought that she had never given anything to Si Yiyan, and she couldn't say no for a while.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it all by default." Si Yiyan didn't give her a chance to refuse, and took a selfie.

Wen Wenya nodded subconsciously.

"Yikes!" Wen Wenya felt that her body was light, and the whole person had been hugged by Si Yiyan on the bookcase, and her arm accidentally overturned the pen holder next to her, and the pen, dye, bearded eyebrows, wicker, and open noodles immediately fell to the ground.

The movement in the room alarmed the servants outside, and soon there was a knock at the door.

Si Yiyan's voice was cold: "It's okay, go down!" ”

Wen Wenya wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Si Yiyan's body instantly overturned, along with his lips, and the pen on the bookcase continued to roll on the ground.

The delicate and lingering kiss, with a tossing and turning tact, mixed with heavy desire/color, warm and elegant was kissed in spring, but I realized that I always clearly felt the beauty of this kiss.

In a trance, she saw Si Yiyan's light gray coat, pressed against the delicate embroidery on her long skirt, and the silk satin skirt was lightly wrinkled like petals with clear textures, smudged and blooming.

After a long time, Si Yiyan let go of her lips, and the delicate kiss fell densely on her jade neck, she almost subconsciously raised her graceful curved neck like a swan, with a joyful confusion on her face: "Your mother used to tell you stories about Buddhist scriptures, I don't know if I told you before, when the Buddha Sakyamuni was a human, he once realized the truth under the Bodhi tree, and the demon king Bo Xun was afraid that he would really become a Buddha, so he let three women tempt him, these three people represent happiness, greed and love, and later they were all recognized by Sakyamuni and turned into a true body." ”

Si Yiyan kissed her and kissed her neck, and asked vaguely: "What are the real bodies of those three women?" ”

"White bones! A qiē desire is a pile of white bones without flesh and blood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a pair of slender legs like jade, gently rubbing his narrow waist, and the ankle between the bones, gently trembling in a beautiful arc.

Si Yiyan's kiss suddenly stopped, and he hugged her into his arms heavily, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist: "Xinya......"

Wen Wenya suddenly stretched out a finger and put it between his lips: "Don't say sorry, I know you won't hurt me." ”

Si Yiyan buried her head deep in her neck socket, took a deep breath of the faint fragrance on her body, and the strings of fine kisses fell on her ears.

Warm and elegant, the place he kissed seemed to bloom like a fine and beautiful flower, delicate and beautiful, tactful and beautiful.

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