The rain slammed down, and many flowers and leaves that were knocked down were impacted under the corridor with the gurgling water.

The sticky petals piled up, the transparent rain washed the slate, the gloomy sky seemed to be pressed down, and the person sitting on the swing——

Li Ruoshui couldn't help but let out a thud, and looked up at the sky again.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, when she swore, she said that she would come back this evening, but she said that she would definitely come back today.

Although there is some meaning of words, but she probably did not breach the contract...

Regardless of whether there is a breach of contract or not, Lu Zhiyao's current state is too bad. Before her thoughts returned to normal, she had already walked to the swing.

"Why are you sitting here?"

The dark yellow oil-paper umbrella covered the heads of the two of them, dripping water splashed from the paper umbrella, and the crackling sound was urgent and loud, making it noisy in this quiet atmosphere.

Lu Zhizhi only tilted his head here, his wet black hair curled up slightly, and fine raindrops hung down from his eyelashes like teardrops.

Speaking of which, she seemed to have only seen him cry once, when they first kissed in the inn.

The rest of the time he was smiling most of the time, including now, even though he looked like he was about to cry, he still smiled softly.

"You're back?"

Lu Zhiyao repeated this sentence persistently, and then quietly waited for her answer.

"I said I would come back, and I pulled the tick. If I don't come back, I will be hunted down by you."

Li Ruoshui's voice was brisk, trying to break the quiet atmosphere with a joke.

"You know, I won't kill you." Lu Zhizhi tapped his toes, and the swing began to swing again.

"I'll only kill whoever takes you away...I'm on a swing."

After explaining what he wanted to say, he answered the question that Li Ruoshui just asked.

The swing began to squeak, and the petals under Lu Zhi's feet had already been crushed into flower mud by him.

Li Ruoshui looked at him leaning on the swing, then bent his lips and smiled, reaching out and touching the rope of the swing.

"It's been a long time since I sat, can I swing together?"

The squeak paused, Lu Zhi looked up and "looked" at her, Kong Mang's eyes couldn't focus, but there was a bit of surprise in his expression.

After the surprise, it was his lips that curled up again, and Lu Zhiyao sighed softly, like a sigh, like a joy.

"How can there be someone like you."

Li Ruoshui understood what he meant, turned around and sat on the other half with his skirt up, shaking with him in the rain.

With the two of them together, the appearance of Wu Mengmeng in the sky has become much softer, and even this rain has become a warm interest.

This scene was too familiar, and Li Ruoshui couldn't help laughing.

"Remember the last time we sat on the swing in the rain at Zheng's house. At that time, you were still eating Zheng Yanqing's vinegar."

The swing swayed back and forth, and Lu Zhi only felt that his shoulders, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed.

Li Ruoshui didn't leave, she was still with him in the rain, Bai Qing was deceiving.

"Don't mention Zheng Yanqing, okay?"

In this situation, he did not want to recall an unnecessary person.

Li Ruoshui looked at him carefully, and when he saw that he relaxed his shoulders and softened his eyebrows, he was relieved, and put his heart back.

His state just now was like someone who was standing on the edge of a cliff and swaying, as if she could push him down with just a single word from her.

"Aren't you nervous?"

Li Ruoshui reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and then raised his sleeves to wipe the rain dripping from his eyes.

Lu Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few strands of hair stuck to his side neck and collarbone, entwined into strange lines.

Black hair, white skin, red lips, the whole person is simple black, white and red, like an ink painting embellished with vermilion.

Maybe it was the ticking sound of the raindrops that disturbed the mind, maybe it was because he looked too pitiful, or maybe it was because his heart moved at will—

Li Ruoshui moved the umbrella to the right, put his hand on the swaying swing seat, and then put on the only red in the ink painting.

The creaking sound continued, and the yellow and white clothes overlapped on the ground, rubbing with the amplitude of the swaying.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella surface, causing the umbrella ribs between the two to vibrate slightly.

Li Ruoshui's free hand helped him wipe the raindrops, and then fell to his back. She tried her best not to touch his waist, and then slipped between his fingers after a while.

Kissing is more of a spiritual comfort, a release when two people are attracted to each other, and a resonance from the soul.

Li Ruoshui didn't want to deny that it was not only Lu Zhi who was immersed in this kiss.

He always passively waited for her to invade. Even after so many times, his movements were still jerky, but the feelings he returned to her were much more turbulent than hers.

This can't help but make Li Ruoshui think of a sentence: the grace of dripping water is reciprocated by the spring.

She gave a river, and the road gave her back a sea.

Li Ruoshui couldn't help letting go of him and laughed, and even his hands that were intertwined with his fingers trembled together.

Lu Zhiyao licked his even redder lips, showing a little dissatisfaction, but he couldn't help softening his expression when he heard her laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

His voice was somewhat obscure and somewhat helpless.

"No laughing."

Li Ruoshui held an umbrella and looked at Lu Zhiyao with a smile. Although his eyes couldn't meet hers, she still looked at him seriously.

"I think you are very good, very good."

These words are no less than "you are very good-looking", which is very useful to Lu Zhiyao.

He pushed the wet hair down from his forehead, revealing a smooth forehead and picturesque eyebrows, and wanted her to continue to compliment his appearance.

"You are so good, of course you have the best gift."

Li Ruoshui clasped his fingers with his left hand, put the umbrella between his neck, and freed his right hand to take the wooden box.

"You open it and guess what's inside."

The palm was stuffed into a slap-sized box with not many carvings on it, just a simple wooden box.

Lu Zhizhi placed it between the two of them, opened it with one hand, groped for the contents inside, and then took it out.

Jingle Bell

The melodious bell sounded along with the sound of the rain, the cold thin chain gently fell on the finger, and many round bells were blown by the wind and then fell down.

This familiar voice brought him back to some strange dream, with the scent of lychees, the sound of bells, and the intimacy of her stepping on her lap.

"It's the anklet."

The cool silver chain in his hand became hot, so hot that he tightened his fingertips, so hot that he pursed his lips, and his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

Li Ruoshui's eyes widened with surprise: "How do you know? Don't most people guess bracelets?"

Lu Zhizhi's tone did not hesitate, as if he had seen this thing before.

Li Ruoshui sighed on the surface, but his toes swayed briskly on the ground, pushing the swing.

"I thought you would guess it was a bracelet, and then I could give you a surprise."

"I was just joking, I guess it's the bracelet."

He smiled and changed his mouth, but he clenched the anklet tightly in his hand, and the bells on it jingled like wind chimes, crisp and gentle.

Li Ruoshui: "..."

You don't have to go along with her like that.

"This is my method. You've been by my side all the time, and you're holding me with an anklet. Isn't that the same as closing the small dark room?"

Li Ruoshui's words sounded easy, but she was still a little uneasy, because this statement sounded like opportunism.

"The lock I asked the master to make can't be taken off once it is fastened... Don't you want this?"

Of course he wanted to.

Lu Zhizhi was rubbing the silver chain, but it was difficult for him to express his mood at the moment, as if his heart was about to jump out.

He often reminisces about that dream at night, and he always has a question, why is the "road away" in the dream so lucky?

Why was that person able to put a chain on her, but he couldn't even get a kiss.

He didn't want much, even if she tied him like a dog on a chain, as long as it was something that could connect him to her, anything would do.

Now he has it too.

"...Is it okay?"

Li Ruoshui looked at him and sighed. She reached out and wiped the drops of water dripping from his forehead.

"Can."

Her chains are on her feet, but Lu Chi's chains are on her heart.

Li Ruoshui was shaken again, she turned her head to look at the ** in the sky, and couldn't help sighing.

She has already lost herself, and the progress of the strategy has not reached three-quarters.

This HE system, isn't it because it can't send her home, that's why it's a nonsense strategy?

Raiders are difficult, not sure when they will be able to go home, and it is easy to be disturbed by the target of raiding, struggling in these two difficult situations.

"Are you ready?"

Li Ruoshui looked at the road away from the bath and put on his robe. He was sitting upright on the edge of the bed and waiting for her to pass by.

He simply wore a robe for sleeping, his hair was loose, and his neckline was opened, revealing the small mole on his collarbone and collarbone.

Li Ruoshui took a deep breath and took off the ru skirt she just put on. The white gauze skirt was piled at her feet, leaving only the small clothes, and her face was a little shy.

"You must be gentle."

Lu Zhiyao nodded, took out the set of silver needles from the side, and sat aside to make room for her.

"Don't worry... Maybe you'll be a little excited, but it won't hurt you."

Li Ruoshui seemed to have lost his initial happiness since he knew that he was going to need a needle to solve the Gu.

She has never had a needle in her life.

Li Ruoshui lay on the bed with a heroic appearance, with beautiful curves and smooth skin, shining brightly under the candlelight.

But even if the scene is ambiguous enough to spark, it doesn't make any difference to Lu Zhiyao.

His world is still empty, not even black.

Feeling the movement of her lying down, Lu Zhizhi stretched out his index finger and landed on her slightly concave spine.

"Everyone's body shape is different. To find your acupuncture points, you have to be familiar with them first, okay?"

"Yes." Li Ruoshui breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the delayed suffering.

But soon she stopped laughing.

"From the spine as the starting point, down to the waist is the sea of ​​​​qi..."

The fingertips ran down the spine, and the itch was no different from several ants crawling on the bone, but she couldn't scratch it, she could only move her shoulders to relieve it.

It was too sinful, Lu Zhiyao didn't understand anything, but she was thinking wildly with him as the protagonist in her mind.

Li Ruoshui kept telling himself that this is to solve the Gu, don't bring some strange things here.

She took a deep breath, trying to turn her head to look outside to divert her attention.

But the layers of the bed curtains hung down, blocking her vision and enclosing them in this small world.

His fingers were still wandering behind, until after Li Ruoshui became familiar with the itch, Lu Zhiyao suddenly stopped.

"What's up?"

Li Ruoshui turned to look at him, but rarely saw him in a daze.

"It's itchy."

He came up with this sentence without a head, and Li Ruoshui was inexplicable when he heard it.

"I was scratched, what are you itching for?"

Lu Zhiyao shook his head, with the usual smile on his lips, but hammered his heart.

"I don't know, I always feel itchy in my heart, but I can't scratch it... Wait a minute, how about you give me a needle too?"

Understand the surging of the heart as the coming of interest, and want the joy in the pain that she gives.

Li Ruoshui: "...I refuse."

"What a pity." Lu Zhizhi curled his lips, and then turned his attention to Shizhen.

After finding the acupuncture points, Lu Zhiyao then took the needle bag and took out the silver needle from it.

He leaned over beside her, and the drooping black hair seemed to add another curtain to her.

"It's about to start, bite me when it hurts, don't bear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand came to her mouth, and his slender fingers seemed to bite easily.

The silver needle plunged into the position he touched at the beginning, and it was fine when he first entered the acupoint, but with the increase in the number of silver needles, the pain increased linearly.

"hiss……"

Li Ruoshui took a breath, buried his head in the quilt, opened his mouth and bit it.

"Bite me."

Pale fingers were placed on her lips, pressing lightly against her lips.

Li Ruoshui was forced to let go of the quilt, opened his mouth and bit Lu Zhi's hand.

The pain from her suddenly came from her fingertips, which brought incomparable joy. Lu Zhizhi couldn't help but stop the needle-giving hand, feeling everything from her.

Whether it was his intention or not, he was not only in pain, he was also sharing Li Ruoshui's pain, as if he had become one with her.

This realization made him immerse himself in it.

In this long pleasure, Lu Zhi completed the task of treatment with difficulty.

He leaned over beside Li Ruoshui, and he was already in a happy state of sweating his forehead and breathing slightly.

It's really hard not to misunderstand.

Why was she the one who got the needle, but Lu Zhiyao seemed to have gone through a complicated mental journey from hardship to happiness.

Li Ruoshui was sitting on the edge of the bed with his cheeks flushed. He didn't dare to move, so he could only straighten his back.

"To force the worms out, you have to sit."

He sat on the floor, his clothes were looser, and a strand of long hair poked into it from his neck, half-hidden and half-exposed, becoming black in white.

Lu Zhiyao took out the wooden box from under the pillow, and took out the anklet again.

"Put this on first."

He held Li Ruoshui's calf, slowly touched his ankle, and locked the rattling anklet with a serious look.

As if something had completely landed in his heart, Lu Zhizhi placed his forehead on her lap and sighed.

"Since you have done it, then I will agree to not lock you up."

Li Ruoshui looked down at him beside his legs, feeling complicated.

It was her who was clearly restrained, and she was the one who was locked, but the weakest person at this moment was the one who was half-kneeling beside her legs.

The sound of rain outside the house washed away everything, and the dim lights inside the house shrouded them in a haze.

From a distance, he looks like a believer crawling in front of the Buddha, devoutly praying to his Buddha for some blessings.