Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The seventieth bowl of soup (3)

The seventieth bowl of soup (3)

Qing Huan's hair grew out, black, soft and thin to the touch, but very thick, and it didn't look so strange when she wore the silk satin Wei Changan prepared for her.

Wei Changan hopes that she can become her own little Jiaojiao and forget everything in the past, especially the Jingxin Nunnery of Lao Shizi, it is best never to think about it. The Qinghuan in his heart can be seen at a glance, clean and clear like the clouds in the sky, but the real her, does she really look like that pure and flawless glass?

Perhaps under this whiteness, the hidden things are still dark. It is Wei Changan who has been haunted for many years. The beauty he longs for may not be the real beauty.

Wei Changan comes back every day with a **** smell on his body. Sometimes his robes are dripping with blood. Because it is a black robe, he can't see it clearly, but the smell is very pungent. Every time he threw himself into his arms, he didn't care that his clothes would get soiled.

She doesn't love riches, honors, and gold and silver treasures. She only loves her lover. It's just that this love is hidden so deeply that she doesn't even see it clearly. Maybe it's only when she loses control that it can be revealed.

That kind of, blazing, desperate love.

"Jiaojiao..." Wei Changan couldn't dodge in time, and was hugged by Qing Huan who was waiting at the door. He was actually able to dodge, but Qing Huan threw himself recklessly every now and then, that kind of stance of moths to the flames, if he dodged, she would have to fall. "I'm dirty."

The goose-yellow skirt was dirty again and smelled of blood. Qing Huan's little nose twitched lightly, and she said, "I like the smell on you."

He thought she was talking about the smell of washing and putting on his normal clothes, but he didn't know that the smell that Qing Huan said he liked was the smell of blood on his body. Although she grew up in Jingxin Nunnery, she has never been contaminated with dirty things, but she always hears and sees something faintly, but subconsciously tells her to keep well-behaved and pure, otherwise she will not live long.

She was used to wearing a mask, and over time, she even forgot who she was.

Hearing Qinghuan saying that she liked her, Wei Changan smiled, her small hands circled around his waist, she buried her small face in his arms and rubbed first, then looked up at him: "You come back today very late."

After arresting a person, it took a while for the interrogation, and all the obstacles encountered in order to arrest the person ended up being killed by him. Qing Huan looked at the series of zongzi-like ghosts behind Wei Changan and didn't care: "They They all came back with you."

"They?"

As soon as Wei Changan turned around, all the cowards disappeared. Qing Huan showed an excited look: "Chang'an is really amazing!"

Although she can see ghosts, these ghosts are not afraid of her. Instead, they always want to get on her body, otherwise they will follow her, but she doesn't care about them. In addition, she has been lingering with Wei Changan, and his body is stained with him. The breath of these ghosts, at most, these ghosts can only make faces to scare her, basically they can't rely on her hair.

Wei Changan is different. If people are afraid of ghosts, then ghosts are most afraid of people like him. He is simply a natural ghost nemesis, more vicious than the worst ghosts. Those ghosts who were following behind Qing Huan's conspiracy were afraid to see him, even if they knew that the other party couldn't see them at all. This is the most embarrassing thing. After death, he turned into a ghost and dared not seek revenge for the person who killed him in his lifetime. People who were afraid in his lifetime will still be afraid after death.

And Wei Changan is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and naturally he doesn't care how many ghosts around him want to kill him and then quickly. He gently rubbed Qing Huan's slender waist, and the two fell in love countless times. He knew her body like the palm of his hand, and just a little teasing could make her turn into a puddle of water and soften under him.

He could only hear Qing Huan's murmur, attached to his arms, like ivy entwining a big tree, trembling slightly and pleading softly: "Chang'an...don't, don't be like this...watching..."

Looking, what are you looking at? Wei Changan thought about it for two seconds before he realized: "They don't dare."

Actually, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but since Qing Huan can see it, maybe there are things in this world that he can't understand. Immediately Wei Changan felt bad. If so, would it be too dangerous to leave her alone in the house? "Jiaojiao, you will follow me in the future, you will go wherever I go."

Qing Huan glanced at him blankly, then nodded, she naturally wanted to be with him all the time. After leaving Jingxin Nunnery, he is the only person she knows and trusts. Although staying in the mansion every day can be an adventure, it is not as warm and happy as when he is together.

Wei Changan got her to nod and smiled happily. He held Qing Huan's small hand and kissed her fingers one by one in a very gentle and **** way, wrapping the delicate finger pulp with his dexterous tongue. , Qing Huan trembled all over, a strange and familiar feeling rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, which made her lose her strength, and was picked up by Wei Changan, lingering in the bright red blood.

On the second day, the Golden Scale Guards of the Golden Scale Mansion stared dumbfoundedly at the commander who came by the carriage. First, the carriage was parked at the door, and then he took out a mass from the carriage... er, maybe a lump? Wrapped in a blanket, it was airtight, but it was too small. Wei Changan ignored the surprised expressions of his subordinates, and didn't even let Qing Huan show her eyes. If she hadn't accidentally kicked off the blanket, the Golden Scale Guards wouldn't have seen that the commander was holding a person.

The little feet are wearing moon-white embroidered shoes with precious Nanzhu on them. They are shaking gently with the movements of the commander. The little ones are not as big as their palms, and they are very cute and lovely. I saw an urge to play with it.

It's a pity that this was just a glimpse, and it was quickly hidden by the commander. The Golden Scale Guards did not dare to raise their heads to offend, and lowered their heads to their chests, for fear of being commanded to make adults find their rudeness.

Qing Huan didn't expect Wei Changan to wrap herself so tightly, she was almost out of breath! That's why she struggled desperately in the blanket, but was suppressed by Wei Changan. She was particularly unhappy, so until the blanket was lifted, she was full of anger. When Wei Changan came to kiss her, she still avoided it. Later, when she couldn't escape, she reached out and covered her mouth. In short, she didn't give her a kiss.

Wei Changan wanted to laugh: "Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"

"Why are you making me breathless?" Xing Yuan's round eyes were really unhappy.

Wei Changan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't I make you breathless every day?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant. She blushed and said stubbornly: "That, that is different!"

"What's the difference?" Wei Changan asked casually, pinching the soft flesh around her waist, which was her sensitive area, and with a squeak, the whole person lost all energy, and fell softly against him. In his arms, his eyes were watery and pitiful. She looked so lovable, Wei Changan held her in the palm of his hand and kissed her again and again, until he kissed her into a soft and waxy white jade dumpling. Said: "The people outside are very bad, I don't like them looking at you."

To put it bluntly, it's not because of his jealousy and possessiveness. What he likes is that he doesn't allow others to look at him.

A gentle hand rubbed Qing Huan's head, "If you want to go out later, I'll take you out for a walk."

Take me out for a walk?

Qing Huan didn't believe it, how could he be so generous? Besides, he was always followed by a series of **** evil spirits, which is why he always gave people a cold and gloomy aura. Wherever he went, nothing would grow. If he really wanted to go to the street, the whole street could be emptied in an instant.

But she didn't want to settle anger with Wei Chang, and it's okay to act like a spoiled child and get angry occasionally. She knew at first glance that he was very caring and didn't want to upset him. Besides, she has nothing to do with everything in the world, except for Wei Changan, she doesn't like anything.

"I don't like to go out, I just want to follow you." Qing Huan imitated Wei Changan's kiss, and awkwardly kissed his thin lips, "Wherever you go, take me wherever you go. , then I'd be very happy."

This answer speaks to the heart of the commander. His sweet black eyes are extremely bright, and he can't wait to rub Qinghuan into his body. And the love of the commander is expressed by actions. I like you very much, I like you very much, so I will love you.

I haven't been here yet. Sometimes when he is dealing with official business, he suddenly thinks of Qinghuan, and he will long for her body, looking forward to being able to come with her in various places once. The Golden Scale Guard House is heavily guarded and no outsiders are allowed When he entered, the courtyard where he worked was even more deadly and quiet. It was perfect, and no one would disturb him.

Qing Huan was stripped of her clothes by Wei Changan before she could react. A mass of suet and white jade fell on the desk. Although it was summer, the place with Wei Changan was very cool. Comfortable, the disadvantage is that it is a bit hard, and her beautiful back hurts.

The two have been rambling for about two hours. If it wasn't for a subordinate to report something, the talented Wei Changan would never stop so easily.

No matter how difficult Qing Huan is, no matter how dark, her body is still a weak woman. The sixteen-year-old girl is as tender as greenery, how can she withstand Wei Changan's love and love, she fell asleep early crying.

He carried her to the bed behind the screen to rest, covered the quilt, and took two steps, remembering that she had said that there were always evil spirits following her, so he took off the short knife that he never left his body and placed it on her pillow side.

No one he loves can make her unhappy.