• 　　During the Shangyuan Festival, the entire Huaiwu city was decorated with lanterns. Every household bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, reunited and celebrated, pasted Spring Festival couplets, set off firecrackers, burned incense to worship ancestors, people came and went on the streets, and the voices of hawkers hawking came and went one after another. It was very lively.
• 　　Sending off a little girl who happily promised to run errands for her, Yunmiao closed the door.
• 　　The breeze of spring came in from the window painting of the pine crane and cypress deer, and under it was the smoke of the furnace. When Runyu woke up, he saw Yunmiao sitting in front of the dresser in a plain dress, still with a faint look. The fragrance in the warm pavilion still permeates her body lightly, and the blue silk is half-wide, and the eyebrows are like far-away dresses.
• 　　There are several thick thin books in front of the table, which are full of her comments, recording all kinds of different things from the wind race and the water race. The handwriting of Tengfei does not feel messy and floating, and the strategies are all her calm strokes.
• 　　Runyu's eyes collided with her in the mirror, and Yun Miao saw him wake up, pushed the book in his hand to the side, and picked up a piece of snails from the makeup tank. He understood and approached to draw feather eyebrows for her.
• 　　The gifted teenager quickly drew the girl in his heart, Yun Miao took a picture of himself in the mirror, and asked him if he looked good, Runyu was silent, and when the girl buckled the bronze mirror and raised her eyebrow, the eyebrow seemed to fly into the air: "Or does my brother-in-law think that, like my sister, you can only look good without wearing a fender and covering your face?"
• 　　When she said this, it happened to be the moment when the first ray of morning light poured into the room through the doors and windows. Dust was rolling in the light. Runyu had already painted a fine peony flower between her eyebrows, matching her faint look., obviously lonely and pitiful, but beautiful and arrogant.
• 　　He finally said softly, "Don't be angry anymore, Xiaomiao, I never went to Jin Mi after you left. What happened that day was a misunderstanding."
• 　　She turned around reluctantly and sulked: "What's the misunderstanding? Don't tell me you can't see that she likes you, why do you keep her here?"
• 　　"I was depressed that day, because I happened to know something," Runyu reached out and picked up a thin book that was shelved on the case, "The Rat Immortal that Xiaomiao cooperated with to plan, and the person behind him, Dongting Jun, is Runyu's biological mother."
• 　　Yun Miao was stunned, and snatched the book sent by Dongting Water Monarch: "I don't know what you're talking about."
• 　　"What are you nervous about?" Runyu chuckled and circled her lightly, "The immortal Yanyou who was killed by your design back then was another level of identity, Young Master Yunmengze. I found out about this very early, but I didn't expect him to be my mother's godson."
• 　　Yun Miao was silent. Back then, she noticed that the rat fairy and the snake fairy intended to form an alliance with the water god, but Yanyou had a deep friendship with Jinmi in the flower world. The disgust for him and his own cynicism would sooner or later lead to bad things. She simply used his death to force the rat fairy to give up the water god and choose her, but she didn't expect Dongting Jun behind the rat fairy to be Runyu's biological mother.
• 　　No wonder the Rat Immortal, who had agreed to cooperate with her, would still guard against her cautiously. No wonder that masked woman had plotted against her in the Demon Realm...
• 　　And Runyu...
• 　　Yun Miao gently placed her hand on Runyu's waist and asked, "Then I indirectly killed your righteous brother, don't you blame me?"
• 　　"I thank him for his filial piety when I left my mother, but he is not as good as Rat Immortal, and his weight in my heart will never be as good as yours."
• 　　He buried his head in her neck and said in a muffled tone, "Xiaomiao, I love you, I really love you, not long after you left, the rat fairy led me to Taihu Lake, which reminded me of my forgotten background. When I was young, I lived in embarrassment and pain under the cover of my mother's love and hatred, and you broke into my life with such a warm and decisive attitude, making me feel that I can also be cherished and loved. I won't stop you from doing anything, just don't leave me."
• 　　"I don't want much in this life, as long as I love me a little more every day, day after month, month after month, year after year, year after year, it's okay to love me lightly, but please love me for a long time, okay?"
• 　　He said: It's okay to love me lightly, but please love me for a long time.
• 　　Such a sentence, humble and subtle, but it seems to have gone through countless hardships and obstacles, countless times of confessions, such caution, such fear and unease, and clear feelings. It is like burning and biased as a calm confession.
• 　　Yunmiao stared sideways, holding him so tenderly in the mirror, her expression was apprehensive and nostalgic. She saw the peony flower that he dropped between her eyebrows, and she only felt a gentle wind blowing through her heart. Spring flowers are like clouds, summer cicadas are elegant, maple red in autumn, and winter snow is cold.
• 　　She turned around and put his hand on her heart, the corners of her eyes were smiling, her eyebrows were curved, and the red peony between her eyebrows was so beautiful that it was thrilling at the moment, and she gave him the answer to his rhetorical question: "Green beauty is idle and quiet, red clothes are shallow and deep. The heart of a flower is about to break, and the color of spring knows the heart."
• 　　Perhaps, she could try to believe it again...
• 　　Deep in the body, an inexplicable current came up with a "miso" sound, crackling sparks splashed everywhere, rushing in waves, and it brightened every joint in the body. It is hard to describe how comfortable it is.
• 　　"I know, I understand, I will prove it to you..."
• 　　Runyu picked up her face, and the touch of lips and teeth intertwined, obliterating the emotional whispering.
• 　　The two of them hugged each other and rolled down on the bed, Yun Miao rolled over and pressed on him, mobilizing spiritual power to shackle the action he wanted to take the initiative. The scaly white fingers slowly and elegantly spread out his pink-purple headband, looking at the delicious white dragon under her. The red look of the eyes made her feel funny, covered these tempting criminal eyes with a headband, pressed his dissatisfied hand that wanted to be pulled away, and whispered softly in his ear: "Runyu, do you know what boudoir fun is?"
• 　　Runyu's eyes were covered and she couldn't see, but her face was already red.
• 　　"Xiaomiao, what do you want to do?"
• 　　Yun Mao took out a brush from the virtual cauldron, and the new brush was not yet stained with ink. The soft snow-white brush hair ran down Moyu's clean and red cheeks and gently stroked his neck.
• 　　She said, "You'll soon find out."
• 　　Runyu: "..."
• 　　It was numb and itchy when the brush scratched across the place...
• 　　Runyu snorted sullenly and turned her face away, not wanting that strange feeling to stay on her face.
• 　　Then he felt the tiny plush nib slowly descend along his neck and shoulder bone, circling the skin on his chest, slowly and gently, drawing a few long, winding lines on his lower abdomen.
• 　　He couldn't help but hum softly, but the messy thing on his body didn't let him go because of this, but instead slipped down even more...
• 　　"Guess what I just wrote on you?" The woman's joking voice sounded in her ears, "If you get it right, I'll let you go."
• 　　The body trembled and undulated, almost at the moment when the tip of the pen touched the end of the umbrella, a current of heat surged down from the lower abdomen, and the desire trembled and stood up, it was already semi-hard.
• 　　How has Runyu ever been stimulated like this? In the lingering love with Yun Miao in the past, the flirting and flirting with each other is the greatest fun he has ever experienced, but today she has pulled him into a more wonderful interest, making him feel at a loss for a while.
• 　　"Don't... don't make trouble with Xiaomiao..."
• 　　Before his hoarse voice fell, he only felt that the trembling desire was wrapped in a soft place, and the tip of his warm tongue teased it to kiss and suck, rippling round and round, dragging him into the boundless pleasure in an instant abyss.
• 　　Skillful and superb skills made him a complete failure, Runyu couldn't help it anymore, broke free, and tore off the headband in front of him!
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