Chapter 447 epile (three updates for pink)

The night is blurred, the air is filled with the fragrance of jasmine, and there are unknown bugs singing happily in the grass roots under the flowers. Lin Jinrong put the fan in his hand, got up, except for his coat, only a light blue bra left, and twisted a veil from the copper basin to wipe his body carefully.

Lu Yan sat not far away and looked at the book in his hand with the dim yellow candlelight. Hearing the sound of water, I couldn't help but look up and see a blooming jasmine in the half-light and half-dark shadow. Unable to do so, he put the book in his hand and stared at Lin Jinrong's graceful back. A familiar feeling of unspeakable heat rose from Dantian and swam to his limbs and bones, making his mouth dry and tongue dry and unbearable. How long has it been since he saw Lin Jinrong's posture? Since he kept filial piety for the old man the year before last, and the husband and wife lived in separate rooms, he has never seen him again.

At the thought that he was still in filial piety, and a basin of cold water was drenched, Lu Yan squeezed his lips, and withdrew his eyes from Lin Jinrong's slender and soft waist and white porcelain-like skin, and picked up the scroll and read it again. It's just that those words seem to have long feet and jump around, so that he doesn't know what they mean by putting them together.

Lin Jinrong turned his face sideways and secretly looked at Lu Yan. She did it on purpose, as she said, for example, morning dew, there is not much to come. Since she loves him, she wants to be close to him. Seeing that Lu Yan lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, he couldn't say that he was a little disappointed and depressed, and he was a little frustrated. Then he deliberately whispered, "Erlang, I'm a little itchy on my back. I was probably bitten by mosquitoes. Come and have a look for me."

If it hadn't been for the fact that the road between Pingzhou and Qingzhou had just been smooth, and pedestrians had traveled together, resulting in too many pedestrians staying in the post station, and even the Tao's room had squeezed into an old acquaintance, the couple would not have lived in the same place. It's a rare opportunity... How can there be such a good opportunity when you get home? She must not let it go.

Lu Yan looked back at Lin Jinrong, his eyes were as dark as a pool, but his face was serious.

"In this way, you are afraid. It's better to go to the same seven brothers as soon as possible to squeeze and make it cleaner." Lin Jinrong smiled at his demon... The water light on his skin flashed dazzlingly under the lamp, and the light blue thin silk breasts were soaked in water, clinging to the undulating lines, which was more attractive than not wearing it.

Lu Yan was very clear that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva just now. He put the book calmly and got up and walked towards Bang Jinrong: "Who said I was afraid? It's not that I haven't seen it before.

Lin Jinrong was speechless and only half lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly. Every step he took... seemed to walk on her heart, stingling and shuddering. Everything around him seemed to be far away, ethereal and not real. He is the only one in her eyes. Seeing Lu Yan approaching, she slowly turned around... and gently untied her chest.

The light blue chest was like a light cloud, flying down from her thin white and soft fingertips and landed on Lu Yan's outstretched hand... Like the lightest feather, the most beautiful petal, it brushed the heartstring that Lu Yan had been tightening. He heard himself sigh gently. He saw that he had grabbed the bandeau. He saw Lin Jinrong's jade-like white, beautiful and seductive butterfly bone, and he even saw her faint, undulating chest line. He couldn't help thinking about what it would be like for him to hold her slender and flexible waist tightly in the palm of his hand.

Lin Jinrong closed his eyes slightly and whispered, "Do you see it? It's just under the shoulder bone.

Lu Yan came over to see... There was a little red about the size of a needle tip under the butterfly bone, slightly red and swollen, and I don't know what worm bit it was bitten by.

"Is it here?" He put out his finger and gently pressed the red dot, and his voice trembled faintly.

"Yes." Lin Jinrong looked back sideways and glanced at him gently... His eyes were like a hook.

With a soft sound, Lu Yan heard that the tight string in his heart was broken, and a little black ink fainted from his pupils, dyeing a pair of eyes into a bottomless pool. He had never seen such a charming Lin Jinrong. Before he could react, his movements had preceded his thoughts. He held Lin Jinrong's waist and sucked the small wound on her back.

Lin Jin was like a fish away from the water. He tried his best to hold his body to an incredible angle, trying to find a water source, and even held his breath. She gently put her hand on Lu Yan's hand holding her waist tightly, trying to turn around to face him, but showed all her beauty in front of Lu Yan in the softest and most seductive posture, just like a blooming ephemeral in the moonlight, white, elegant, charming, exuding refreshing fragrance.

Lu Yan was intoxicated and transferred his lips from the small red dot on her back to the red on her chest. He wanted her, and he longed for her, just like a dream, to toss her over and over. He rudely lifted Lin Jinrong's skirt and couldn't wait to reach out to explore her secret place.

Lin Jinrong leaned in his arms, but his hand stopped him, half confused and half sober: "Erlang, have you figured it out?" She was a little bad. She deliberately **d him, but she was afraid that he would regret it afterwards, so she turned a wonderful thing into a tasteless and annoying wood dregs, so she stopped him at this critical moment and asked him if he had figured it out. He is a filial son and also self-deservedly gentleman. If he feels that this matter will ruin his morality, it will no longer make any sense. Even in this life, she can only have such an opportunity to say goodbye to him, and she would rather he remember her good than mixed with other impurities.

At this time, her behavior was very dangerous. Lu Yan looked at her for a long time, and the dark mood in her eyes gradually faded. He looked at her a little arrogantly and didn't know what to do. If he let go, it would hurt her heart. If she continued, she would no longer feel the previous feeling. He was a little annoyed. Was she deliberately teasing him?

Lin Jinrong's heart sank slightly, and then smiled, gently pulled away his hand on her waist, twisted the handkerchief from the copper basin, continued to scrub with his back, and whispered, "There is a tube of ointment in my makeup box. You can get it and rub it on the wound with me."

Lu Yan stood still and didn't say anything.

An indescribable embarrassment permeated the two of them. Lin Jinrong silently took his coat from the hanger and put it on, silently walked to the makeup box, ready to get the ointment. She doesn't regret what she just did. This is her best year and the brightest year. She loves him, so she wants to be close to him. It is not easy for him to indulge in such a temperament. However, did she spend her last years with him like this? You can't even be greedy.

In the end, the more reluctant she is with the world. In the end, the more she fell in love with all this, including the faces of the Lu family, whom she had always hated. After all, that is the evidence of being alive. Only when she is alive can she hate and love when she is alive. She thought she was strong. She calmly arranged the way forward and tried her best to arrange every step, but on this moonlight, hot and humid night, in the noisy and poorly equipped post station, she suddenly found that she was so helpless and powerless. She longed to live. She couldn't bear to give up everything she had, including love and hate. She tried her best to grasp all this, but found it really difficult.

A large drop of heavy tears full of sadness suddenly slid down from Lin Jinrong's eyelashes, and smashed on the makeup box inlaid with snails, splashing the room with sourness. Lin Jinrong bit his lips and opened the box with trembling fingers. The ointment was in a hollow ivory tube dyed green, which could only be picked out with a slender silver hairpin.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and inserted the slender silver hairpin into the ivory tube several times, but she always did not do it well because of hand shaking. She threw the silver hairpin and ivory tube on the table angrily and lay on the table and cried.

Lu Yan suddenly woke up, strode over and hugged Lin Jinrong tightly in his arms. He patted her on the back of the shoulder like a coaxing child, and whispered, "Shh, don't cry. It's my fault. It's all my fault." It's rare for her to treat him so well, but he treats her like this. She is his wife, born in everyone, and the son of a good family. He knows best about her shyness and self-respect. If he hadn't loved him, how could it be like this? Lu Yan was full of self-reproach, kissed Lin Jinrong's eyes like raindrops, and tried in vain to kiss her tears dry.

Lin Jinrong cried very sadly, as if to vent all her unwillingness and fear, all her grievances and burdens. She grasped Lu Yan's collar tightly and repeatedly whispered to his ear, "Erlang I'm afraid, Erlang I'm afraid."

Lu Yan only felt that the corners of his eyes were sore, but he didn't know how to comfort her. Lin Jinrong has always been hard. She stubbornly walks in her direction, refusing external forces to change her direction and thoughts. She is stubborn and stubborn to the point of stubbornness, which sometimes makes people feel unreasonable and even a little hateful. But at this time, she was so weak and helpless.

Lu Yan could only hold Lin Jinrong tightly, let her tears dye all the skirts on his chest, and repeatedly stressed, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. It's my fault. It's my fault."

As if to prove something, as if to comfort her, Lu Yan began to kiss Lin Jinrong enthusiastically. At that moment, he knew his heart very well. He wanted her to be happy. He still liked her to laugh at Lin Jinrong's sobs gradually stopped. She hugged him silently and did not allow him to take the next step.

Lu Yan could feel her refusal. He asked her uncertainly, "Arong?" Are you angry?

Lin Jinrong whispered, "Erlang, hold me tight, just hold me tight."

Sigh, I wanted to make a "greedy = joy" as the title, but I was afraid of being harmonized, so I had to change it to a flash in the pan.