Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 79

There are 30 days in the third month of the lunar calendar this year, 27 today, 29 the day after tomorrow, and 30 the day after tomorrow, plus the first day of the next month…

Xie Ziyou was silent.

These choices… are a bit close.

“Father, it’s too urgent!” Xie Heng couldn’t help smiling, “We are not in a hurry at this time.”

Xie Zi moved his ears slightly and looked at him sideways.

This sentence is lie.

Xie Heng was indeed lying. He was really anxious. He wanted to worship Gaotang immediately and enter the bridal chamber overnight…Bah, he was not in a hurry to enter the bridal chamber. He just wanted to quickly settle down his name. In the future, Xie Ziyou is his righteous way. Couple, nothing can separate them.

But he has to consider Xie Ziyou’s mood.

Xie Heng always had an inexplicable sense of anxiety, as if Xie Ziyou was a butterfly that only wandered through the flowers. For a while, he was restrained by him, and then he was reluctant to fall into his palm. If he didn’t pay attention, he would fly away from his fingers without looking back.

Xie Heng still felt like a dream when the two of them left Xie Tianwang hand in hand until the twilight fell into four.

When he returned to the small courtyard, he was always anxious. For a while, he thought about the hurried walk last night and the mess in the house. I don’t know if the servants were tidy and tidy. Later, he worried that Xie Ziyou would be uncomfortable when he had a big change at first and traveled far away from home. .

But after a while, it turned out that these were purely unfounded worries.

Xie Ziyou stepped into the door and saw the layout and furnishings similar to the previous life, and couldn’t help but raise his lips slightly.

Just now I saw Xie Tianwang, he was still a bit cautious, and now he really let go, strolling in the house, with a familiar appearance like a fish, he looked more like the owner of this room than Xie Heng.

…And arrogantly occupied Xie Heng’s bathing hall.

“Hair is all messed up like this, don’t you know to remind me?” Xie Ziyou grabbed the end of the hair, glanced disgustingly, and opened Xie Heng’s wardrobe with one hand. “The clothes are also dirty, the **** wall dust… I don’t have any clothes to change. You can borrow them from me.”

Xie Heng: “…?”

He was stunned, watching Xie Ziyou pull out a set of snow-white robes from the closet, and Shi Shiran walked into the bathroom.

The boy lived alone, and the bathroom was repaired very close, separated by a few glass screens.

Before Xie Heng returned to his senses, he saw a few changed dirty clothes being thrown on the screen, and then the man stepped into the bathtub, and the warm water splashed and spilled on the ground with a crisp sound.

The upper and lower glass screens transmit light, and even if the curtain is closed, it can perform the shadowy and fuzzy human figures.

Xie Heng couldn’t help recalling several pictures in his brain. The ones he saw when he replaced the sword bones—white ankles, delicate skin, thin and flexible waist, and flowing water flowing down the delicate butterfly bones, like waterfalls of black hair. Wet into strands…

His nose was hot.

not good!

The young man raised his hand and raised his head, pinched his nose, and walked out dazedly, thinking: I have to blow cold wind to suppress my shock…

Stepping out of the door, the night breeze rushes toward your face, and the bright moon is in the sky, shed silky smooth light.

Xie Heng stood quietly under the bluestone for a long time.

Suddenly someone in a pink skirt came from the bottom of the mountain.

“Big Brother Xie!” Xu Wan’er shouted from a distance, standing on tiptoes on the mountain road, and waving to Xie Heng.

She had a very good life in Xuan Lingzong. She ate some delicacies and miraculous medicines every day. Her thin body gradually became plump, and her white cheeks also showed a healthy blush. She also washed her essence as she embarked on the road of spiritual practice. Cut the marrow, the temperament becomes more and more refined and noble, revealing the embryonic form of a fairy who can’t eat the fireworks.

Xie Heng calmed down and smiled and said, “Why are you here?”

“I heard about your happy event!” Xu Wan’er blinked and said angrily. “It’s too much. It’s too important to get married, so you didn’t even call me?”

Xie Heng smiled bitterly and shook his head, and apologized: “I didn’t deliberately conceal it from you. It’s just that the situation is urgent. I didn’t think about it so much.”

“…I don’t care, I’m angry, I won’t talk to you.” The girl put out her tongue playfully and smiled, “I want to see my sister-in-law–what about my sister-in-law?”

Xie Heng just wanted to refuse, when the wooden door behind him was pushed aside with a “creak”, Xie Ziyou put on an ink coat and walked out softly.

The hot water drenched his white cheeks and blushed.

The wet hair was randomly tied behind his head, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the peachy eyes were narrowed comfortably, giving a satisfying look.

Seeing Xu Wan’er, Xie Ziyou was a little surprised. After a moment, he greeted, “…Hello?”

But Xu Wan’er had an expression of “it really is so”.

“It’s really you,” the girl sighed leisurely, “I said that in the secret realm, Brother Xie looked at you with a strange look. He didn’t admit it at the time, but said that there are spiritual grasses on the lake…”

“Stop talking about me,” Xie Heng hurriedly smiled bitterly when she saw that she was about to be revealed by the girl. “Don’t you do the same, do you say that there are spiritual flowers on the lake?”

“What is the spirit flower? When my sister-in-law met the hermit crab, Big Brother Xie was only half a step away. Only half a step away!”

“…”

Xie Ziyou leaned against the door frame, watching the two of them reveal each other, and nodded thoughtfully.

He suddenly thought of another person in the secret realm, and asked casually: “Who…Where is Zhao Ruhao? Isn’t he with you?”

Suddenly all around.

Xu Wan’er’s delicate smile froze on her face, and the arc of her mouth suddenly became very blunt. The girl turned her head in a panic, her hair fluttering, just enough to conceal the frustration that flashed past her eyes.

“Why does he… want to be with me,” she whispered.

After a pause, Xu Wan’er smiled and raised her head: “Don’t talk about him, this is a gift I gave to my sister-in-law and Brother Xie.”

With that, she handed out a small light pink purse.

Pulling open the ribbon, there are two beautiful concentric knots, cleverly woven with red silk threads, and two transparent beads are worn in the middle. Under the night, there is a shining halo, and there seems to be a stream trickling inside, and it is like a turbulent galaxy.

“Very beautiful,” Xie Heng smiled, “Thanks a lot.”

Xie Ziyou nodded repeatedly.

He still had doubts about Zhao Ruhao, but seeing that Xu Wan’er was in poor condition, he was obviously reluctant to continue discussing this topic in depth, so Xie Ziyou had no choice but to say nothing.

Not long after Xu Waner stayed, she ran all the way down the mountain on the excuse that she “do not want to disturb the relationship between Brother Xie.”

When she left, Xie Heng and Xie Ziyou were the only ones left in the house. There was nothing wrong, and they looked at each other.

The fragrance after the bath was lingering in the air, and Xie Ziyou’s face was still flushed with hot water, like the glow of the sun falling on the enamel, the tail of his eyes was also reddish, and he glanced diagonally over like a small hook.

Xie Heng looked at him blankly, and for a while, he felt like tens of thousands of ants crawling across his chest.

The young man in front of him was wrapped in a cloak with large sleeves, the breeze blew, his long-sleeved hunting fluttered, revealing his slender ankles and wrists, his fingertips were slightly cool, but his palms were warm.

Xieyi is brand new, but Xie Heng’s size is a bit generous to Xie Ziyou. When leaning lazily against the door rail, the neckline will droop down, revealing a small white chest, and the beautiful outline of the clavicle/bone is half-hidden. , It is very attractive.

Xie Heng quietly swallowed.

It’s so tempting.

Fragrant makes him almost a headache.

Normally, through the sword-bone synesthesia, I don’t see this person in such a wild corpse at home?

How could he endure such temptation?

Xie Ziyou quietly observed Xie Heng’s every move, and saw that the young man’s brows were slightly frowned, but a trace of red floated on his face, he turned his head hastily, and immediately felt happy.

He deliberately ignored the dangling collar, step by step, leaned to Xie Heng’s side, put the boy on the boy’s shoulder badly, poke his waist with his elbow, and whispered, “Hey, the night is long, what shall we do?”

Spirit flowers and exotic grasses were placed in the bathing water. At this moment, the fragrance was fragrant, and he drilled straight into Xie Heng’s nostrils, turning into heat and rushing downwards, making him feel confused.

“… Put on your clothes and be careful of colds.”

Reluctantly suppressing the restlessness, Xie Heng finally squeezed out a word.

He raised his slightly stiff hand to help Xie Ziyou close the collar.

The fingertips accidentally touched the delicate skin, and the warm feeling came along the fingertips. The corners of Xie Heng’s eyes trembled slightly, and the fingers shook.

Xie Ziyou supported his chin, looked at his lover’s handsome eyebrows, and smiled badly: “If… I have to do something with you?”

“…You haven’t gotten married yet, please restrain yourself.”

Xie Heng rejected a few words vaguely, his voice was very low, and when he said rejection, he was in a posture of stubbornness.

After a pause, he put on a distressed expression again, and whispered: “If you have to… I can struggle meaningfully…”

“puff!”

Xie Ziyou couldn’t help but laughed.

He laughed and patted Xie Heng’s shoulder: “The beauty you think! You mean it, I mean what you mean.”

As he said, Xie Ziyou tilted his head slightly, his cheeks reddish, and kissed the corner of Xie Heng’s mouth in amazement.

“Okay, it’s over.” Xie Ziyou wiped his mouth, put his hands behind his back leisurely, turned and left, “If you have nothing to do, rest early. I’m a little tired. I’m going to bed first. Good night.”

Xie Heng stood there in a daze, watching the door curtain open and close, the thin figure of the young man dangling, got on his bed, pulled off his bedding, and lay down extremely naturally.

…… Is this the end?

He raised his hand blankly, touched the corners of his slightly hot mouth, lowered his eyes, and glanced between his legs.

——It’s really damning, but I didn’t give the aftermath after teasing, and the “meaning” was so perfunctory.

Xie Heng smiled helplessly, turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Qi and blood are restless, I’m afraid I have to take a cold bath again.

But after not taking a few steps, Xie Heng stopped again.

its not right!

Xie Ziyou sleeps in his bed, where does he sleep?

…

Of course Xie Ziyou doesn’t mind sharing the bed with Xie Heng.

In his heart, he is an old man, what can’t be done?

This kind of marriage has happened in the previous life. If you count it seriously, this should be the one-hundred and one-year anniversary of their marriage.

But Xie Heng didn’t think so.

He was struggling to suppress his own sex, letting Xie Ziyou flirt in every possible way, and ran to take a cold shower when he couldn’t stand it.

In Xie Heng’s eyes, getting married is a very ritual thing. Even if Xie Ziyou is a man, he still hopes to give his lover the fullest respect and protection.

During the period before marriage, Xie Heng had a happy and painful life, while Xie Ziyou had fun. He never believed that an old rascal like Xie Heng could take all his teases without surprise.

A few days later, the moment of marriage finally arrived.

Xie Ziyou came to his senses when Xie Heng was crushed on the bed with red eyes.

He finally truly realized how cruel this man had been holding back in recent days, and how his every move was adding fuel to the fire.

——Arrogant people always have to pay for their actions.

Xie Ziyou whimpered uncontrollably, clung to Xie Heng’s shoulders, and scratched a few red marks on his fingertips.

Under the brutal force of the young man without a teacher, he cried and reviewed the recent irregularities intermittently, and was pressed for a few times to shout “Miangong” before finally being let go by the still-satisfied Xie Heng.

Xie Heng didn’t know, his dear Youyou blinked with watery peachy eyes, was slapped in his arms and shouted “Meng Gong”, his back was arched, and when he was vivid and fragrant, all he was thinking of was a few other words. .

——Oh, Xie Heng, you, it’s over.