PFC Chapter 416 The White Moonlight of the Powerful 43
Chapter 416 The White Moonlight of the Powerful 43
"What did you dream about?" She smiled narrowly.
"Shut up."
It was still an inhumane answer, but that face looked shy no matter what.
Que Jin stood up in a hurry, not caring about anything else, and jumped directly into the river. If he hadn't come out to take a breath occasionally, Meng Liu would have thought he wanted to drown himself.
Que Jin still made breakfast. He refused to make any eye contact with Meng Liu. No matter what she said or did, he had no reaction.
His face was so cold that it was about to fall off.
Meng Liu looked at him thoughtfully while eating the wild fruits he picked.
"You're not dreaming about me, are you?"
Que Jin's movements stopped for a moment, but he quickly recovered without letting her notice.
"It's not you."
"Who is that?"
"none of your business."
She chewed the sweet pulp: "As far as I know, you are not married or engaged. Could it be that you have a girl you like?"
Before he could answer, Meng Liu added: "If so, then you can rest assured that I will never do anything to you again in the future, and I will never destroy other people's feelings no matter what."
Que Jin rolled her eyes. Even if she did, she had done everything she should do. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to say this again?
But he still answered seriously: "No."
The honest answer is not that he wants her to do anything to him again, but that if he has someone he likes, he will not let her succeed even if he dies. This is a question of character and morality.
Meng Liu nodded with satisfaction: "I understand, what you mean is that I can continue whatever I want without any psychological burden."
Knowing that she would understand it this way, Que Jin clenched his jaw and said, "No, yes."
Three words said solemnly.
Of course Meng Liu selectively ignored it.
One morning passed, and the Quejin brand dress was freshly baked. I don't know where he found these slender vines, and they were woven together like a vest dress.
At first she asked him to make underwear, the kind that came separately.
Who would have thought that this guy was self-taught and actually made a calf-length dress. It was not made of fabric after all, so there were some tiny gaps between the vines. But if you look closely, nothing can be covered.
If he hadn't known that he was a decent person, Meng Liu would have thought that he had evil intentions.
In fact, those gaps are looming, which is almost the same as sexy underwear.
Although the coverage area is larger, it is not useful.
Que Jin wanted to destroy it, but Meng Liu's quick eyes and hands quickly stopped him. She could see that in order to make this dress, all ten of his fingers had more or less scars. It was a pity to throw it away like this.
Anyway, there are only two of them for now, so it’s not like they haven’t seen each other before, so let’s just dress like this.
Meng Liu put it on in front of him. The green color made her skin color paler, but occasionally two bright flowers popped out from the gaps. Even she, a veteran driver, blushed in a rare way.
Que Jin definitely didn't mean it, but this accident happened to be such a coincidence.
He only glanced at it and then didn't look at it again. Meng Liu took his hand familiarly.
He almost subconsciously retracted his hand, trying to hide the wounds.
"Does it hurt?" she asked with a frown.
His fingers curled up involuntarily.
"No pain."
Meng Liu kissed them lovingly one by one. Perhaps licking them would be more appropriate. She licked all the small wounds.
It was just a minor injury at first, but because she paid so much attention to it, it seemed to actually cause a fever.
Meng Liu took his hand and slowly touched her cheek, then her neck, chest...
He held his hands stiffly, but he could clearly feel the warmth under his hands.
"Check to see if there is anything wrong with the clothes you made. Is that reasonable?"
He started to talk nonsense again, Que Jin swallowed his throat restrainedly: "I know it in my heart, there is no need to check."
The small hand covering his big palm shook his hand, and his hand also moved, and the softness overflowed the entire palm of his hand.
"This is wrong."
"Be good, there's nothing wrong. If it's wrong, it was already wrong that day. It doesn't matter if it's a little more wrong."
Meng Liu smiled reassuringly at him: "There is no one else here. As long as no third person knows about it and you and I don't tell it, it means it didn't happen."
Que Jin stared blankly at her bright red lips, opening and opening her mouth full of gibberish.
But the mind cannot be controlled by oneself, right?
He tried to remind her: "When it was in vain yesterday, you lost."
"That's right, but you only said that I can't force you, but you didn't say that you are willing to do it and I can't do it either."
Looking along her line of sight, it turned out that her hand was no longer where it was, and only his hand was left, squeezing involuntarily.
As if holding a hot potato, Que Jin hurriedly wanted to let go.
But she covered his hand again.
"Stop struggling. Do you remember what I said yesterday? Your body is your own, and there is nothing to be ashamed of in pleasing yourself. If you want not to be dominated by desire, then you have to defeat desire. Just indulge in it for once. Have you tasted it? Once you have tasted it, you will naturally be more comfortable dealing with it in the future.”
Listening to her illogical words, all reason was thrown out of the sky.
Time seemed to pull back to the dream last night.
Only this time she was wearing clothes knitted by herself.
Meng Liu's response was very powerful, and he would give the reaction he wanted every time, which undoubtedly stimulated Que Jin.
The clothes woven from ordinary vines were quickly torn apart by violence. Unlike the previous times when he had hurriedly glanced at them, this time he watched the pair of round figures without blinking.
Meng Liu didn't expect him to accept it so quickly, but seeing that serious face doing such a thing gave her some pleasure.
"A little uncomfortable."
"Where does it hurt?"
She kicked her legs and reminded him: "Can you help me here?"
At this moment, the corners of Meng Liu's eyes were red, and his pupils were covered with mist. His whole figure looked like a breathtaking fairy.
Que Jin knew clearly that he should refuse her request for help, but another excuse came to his mind. Now that we have reached this point, is there any difference between helping and not helping?
The ultimatum that I had given myself in my mind before, and the last thing I could do came to my mind again.
This is the third and last time.
All excuses.
In short, they once again completed the great harmony of life.
This time the gentleman finally took the initiative. At least he knew how to cooperate. I guess it wasn't too far away for him to take the initiative.
Que Jin looked straight at her with good eyes.
He said three words in a low voice, as if talking to himself, but Meng Liu did not hear it.
The two of them hugged each other weakly, and after they calmed down for a moment, Meng Liu looked up at him. Que Jin's eyes were so deep that he didn't know what he was thinking.
His breathing was heavy.
Meng Liu felt that she should say something at this moment, but she was a little weak and didn't know what to say.
His gaze without warmth was fixed on her bright red lips.