Mingshu wanted to cut Du Qin's long hair, but every time she touched it, Du Qin glared at her fiercely as if he had touched his ancestral grave.

"You're weird." Mingshu spoke seriously, and also took out pictures to teach, "Look at it, people don't have such long hair now. ”

Du Qin's cold gaze swept across the screen of his phone.

Then he looked away, ignoring Mingshu.

Mingshu reached out and touched the hair behind him, and Du Qin glanced at her, not as big as before.

"Shall I cut it for you?" Mingshu said with a smile.

Du Qin pulled his hair back, and a few dodges disappeared from Mingshu's sight.

Mingshu: "......"

The goblins really can't get used to it.

Mingshu talked to Duqin for several days, but Duqin seemed to be annoyed by her, and reluctantly sat down and asked Mingshu to cut his hair.

This craft is a bit rusty, and Mingshu took a moment on the spot.

"Come on, I'll cut it for you."

Du Qin took the mobile phone from Mingshu's hand, and quickly flipped out a few pictures with his fingers, pointing to a certain one.

To this!

Mingshu touched his nose, "I'll take you down the mountain to cut it." ”

Du Qin's anger worsened, and he made it clear that he couldn't.

Mingshu: "......"

I don't want to!

Duchin refused to go down the mountain, or rather, he did not allow anyone to touch his hair.

Mingshu left early and returned late, and Duqin didn't know what she was going to do.

It wasn't until a few days later that Mingshu had the idea of getting his hair up again.

Mingshu held scissors, a pair of masters.

"Come on, little zombie."

Duqin: "......" said that he was not allowed to call him a little zombie!

Duchin sat under the eaves, and Mingshu stood behind him, her hair in her hands.

He lowered his eyes and watched his hair fall to the ground.

Mingshu is a stealing teacher to learn art...... No, I studied it well, so I cut it pretty well.

Mingshu showed the mirror to Duqin, and her whole person came from behind, "Look, it's beautiful, right?" ”

Duchin felt the temperature on her body.

His gaze swept over himself in the mirror and landed on the people surrounding him.

Mingshu fiddled with the mirror and looked left and right, satisfied with his work.

In the future, I can't catch ghosts, and I can cut my hair.

Mingshu's wrist suddenly cooled, and the sky spun in front of him, falling into the cold embrace.

Mingshu shivered with a cold.

But the colder ones are yet to come.

Duchin's cold lips pressed close, blocking hers.

The heat on Mingshu's body quickly disappeared, and the blood was coagulated.

Cold......

The tip of her cold tongue pried open her lips and teeth, and began to attack the city with a domineering momentum.

After the initial loss of consciousness, Mingshu quickly used his aura to dispel the cold, and his face gradually improved.

Duqin didn't close his eyes, Mingshu could see the anger in his eyes, it didn't feel like a kiss, but like he was going to tear her down.

Mingshu shrank down, but Duchin hugged her tighter.

Mingshu: "......"

Mingshu tasted the bloody breath on the tip of his tongue, and Duqin seemed stunned, and then as if he had tasted something delicious, he began to suck.

He closed his eyes slightly, blocking the cold anger under his eyes.

The kiss softened down.

The tip of Mingshu's tongue was a little numb.

Although he had aura to protect his body, the cold qi on Du Qin's body still continued to invade, mixed with the stimulation he brought, making his body soft.

Du Qin's fingers brushed the green silk on Mingshu's neck, and his lips moved away, slowly approaching her neck.

Fresh air enters the lungs.

"Little zombie, you bite me and try it." Mingshu didn't stop him, just said with a breath.

Duqin's lips were close to Mingshu's neck, and he didn't bite down for a long time.

The cold lips moved slowly along her beating veins, and he touched them from time to time, kissing them like dragonflies.

Spread from the corners of the mouth to the lip flap.

Du Qin flickered, pushed her away hard, and left quickly.

Mingshu was pushed to a stumbling and almost didn't stand firm.

By the time she stood firm, Du Qin had long since disappeared.

What the?

Mingshu held up the mirror and looked at the ravaged crimson lips, his eyes slightly deepened.

Since Duqin took the initiative to kiss her, Duqin reappeared, as if nothing had happened.

When Duqin didn't happen, Mingshu naturally wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.

-

On this day, Mingshu took a job and wanted to go down the mountain.

Duqin hugged the doll and followed her every step of the way.

Mingshu turned back three times in one step.

"Little zombie, what are you doing with me?"

"Sword." Du Qin's words are concise and to the point.

It means that if you don't give me back the sword, I'll follow you.

Mingshu snorted, "Then you can follow." ”

Duqin is a black hukou, Mingshu only bought a ticket when he took the car, and I don't know how he got on the bus, in short, when Mingshu sat down, he also sat down.

Fortunately, there are not many people on their trip, and there are a lot of places left.

The person who bought Duqin's seat was glanced at by Duqin, and trembled and sat down in the vacant seat next door.

The destination is the city next door, which takes several hours.

"What did you do before?" Mingshu is bored and chats with Duchin.

“……”

"General? Emperor? Or what? ”

“……”

"That sword is important to you?"

Duchin finally shifted his gaze from the doll to Mingshu.

Mingshu's figure was reflected in the ink pupils, and the rest of the scenery was blurred.

"Yes." His thin lips lifted slightly.

"How about I keep it for you?" Mingshu raised an eyebrow.

Du looked at her fixedly, as if he could see the soul.

He coldly refused: "No." ”

Mingshu was rejected, snorted twice, and said with a smile: "I won't give it back to you, if you have the ability, strangle me." ”

"Shhh...... Why is it so cold all of a sudden? ”

"Is the air conditioner broken?"

"It's so cold......"

The passengers around suddenly complained.

Du Qin squeezed the doll's hand, tight and loose, loose and tight.

He leaned over suddenly, imprisoned Mingshu between the seat and the crook of his arm, and kissed Mingshu when he was puzzled.

There is no skill in kissing.

Mingshu felt his hand on his neck, clasped weakly.

He just needs to push a little harder.

But he didn't, until the kiss ended.

The cold fingers slipped a little and landed on her collarbone, and the fingertips rubbed twice without knowing whether it was unintentional or intentional.

Then he withdrew, the feeling of oppression disappeared, and Du Qin sat up straight as if nothing happened, continuing to pinch his doll.

Mingshu reached out and touched his lower lip.

Don't he dare to strangle himself, so he kisses himself?

When they got out of the car, many people looked towards Duqin.

The man rejects people for thousands of miles and is indifferent, but there is an abnormal kawaii doll in his arms, which provokes many girls nymphomaniac.

"So handsome!"

"He actually hugged such a kawaii doll, ahhh

"Take a picture."

"Ah, it's going so fast......"

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【Harmony】

Jiu Shao: If I can't pinch you, I'll kiss you! Hum!

Mingshu: Pay back!

Jiu Shao: What kind of money do you have to pay, when do I owe you money? Don't mess with me!

Mingshu: Pay back!

Nine Less: ...... No.

Mingju: (touching the knife)

Jiu Shao: (hugging his thighs) Is it okay to pay for meat?