Hungry ghosts with deep sins of lust.

After the last veil was pierced and the heart was revealed, Xu You felt a little more at ease, but then he checked the trust value again and it was still 60, as if the mountain had not budged.

If it wasn't Lingling Ye, then what was it that walled him up, blocking the emotions inside and out, or was it that he was a full 60.

In order to solve the mystery of the Winking Technique, Xu You took advantage of his two days of recuperation at her home to promote her relationship with him, again in front of the moon and flowers, and long conversations, and then drinking tea and playing chess, and dreaming of the future.

And in the end - it's still 60.

What kind of bewitching curse is this.

Xu You is at a loss for words, and decides to go for something simple and brutal, since mind-to-mind communication is limited, let's go for some primitive communication.

Winking Art shouldn't be unwilling to do so anyway, since he had a trust value base on her.

That night, Xu You took a petal bath and wore a thin coat to Wen Ji's room. There was a light snowfall outside, and the wind was so cold that it blew away the heat from her body and made her shiver.

"Knock knock--" Xu You endured the shivering and knocked on the door, calling out, "Master can you open the door, I have something to say to you."

Wen Ji thought she wanted to chat and drink tea with him again, did not think so much, directly opened the door, who knew that the door opened, the warm fragrance of soft jade will be pounced on a full embrace, he froze, Xu You You backhanded the door on the other hand, the other hand wrapped around his neck.

"It's cold outside." Xu You wraps her arms around him and won't let go.

Seriously, the first time she did this, more or less feel a little face burning, but strong composure face does not change color is the necessary quality of the driver on the road.

The scent of powdered water and the fresh scent of flowers lingered in his nostrils, the tips of her hair were still a little damp, and her dress was so light that he could vaguely feel her curves.

Winking Art didn't move, and after a moment, he said, "Okay, let go."

His tone was so flat that Xu You would have thought he was unresponsive if he hadn't realized that his whole body was tense and stiff.

Her soft and tender delicate hands were still hanging around his neck, she raised her face, her almond eyes were wet and bright, the candlelight illuminated the side of her face, hazy and seductive.

The line of Wink's throat tensed and he averted his eyes, the knot in his throat sliding gently.

Late night quiet environment, only two people's space, let a person sense tube perception ability is amplified, she all of a sudden also feel dry mouth, heart beating fast, with instinctive intuition, Xu You tiptoe, kissed the knot of his throat, warm breath sprinkled on the neck of his neck.

Wen Ji instantly breathed in, his reaction was unexpectedly large, and his left hand subconsciously gripped her thin waist.

Xu You clenched his teeth, and with a burst of energy, he pushed Wen Ji directly onto the bed, straddled him, and reached out to undo his clothes.

Seeing that Winking Art had no intention of resisting and recoiling, and was even a bit submissive and doting, he even raised his hand to hook the hair on the side of her ear behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on her cheek and rubbing it.

Xu You was encouraged and felt that the time had come, and had just reached out to touch his belt when there was a catcall from outside the house, and as if waking up from some dream, Wen Zhu suddenly made a move, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting her down.

Between the sky and the earth, the two of them switched positions, Xu You reacted, thinking that Wen Ji wanted to show off, so he flattened himself and prepared to enjoy himself, "Fine, Master you do it."

As a result, Wen Ji pulled the covers up and wrapped them around her, balling her up into a caterpillar before circling her with one hand.

Xu You : What kind of play is this, not wild enough.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Then she saw that Wen Ji pressed one hand tightly against the edge of the covers to keep her from coming out, the reaction in his body fading, only his eyes still lacquered and sunken.

It's over, it's getting cold. Xu You hurriedly arched up in the shape of a caterpillar, close to his head to kiss him, but he pulled a little farther away, not able to reach Xu You was not discouraged, and tried to use words to compel: "Master, please take me, I will treat you well."

"You can't live up to a spring night, Master."

"Master, you're not really a monk, are you still afraid of breaking the color commandment?"

He also straightened his back, sat upright, the love between his eyes has faded, and resumed that look of no desire, plain and cold.

When the trolling fails, Xu You blurts out in annoyance, "Are you Fa Hai? You are!"

After saying so, she really felt that this scene was like Green Snake seducing Fa Hai and then getting annoyed when she failed.

"Fa Hai?" Hearing the mention of someone else under her breath, Wen Ji raised his eyes to her and asked in a cool tone, "You like him?"

"......."

Wen Ji picked Xu You up with her, and when he couldn't hold her steady with one hand, he tugged on the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, just enough to form a circle and confine her tightly in his arms.

Xu You was brought up like a ham sausage in a roll of pancakes, brought up lifelessly.

Outside the room, the cold wind clamors, smearing her hair in Winking Art's face, and Xu You, unwillingly, begins to engage in small acts, pushing her head against his chin, but none of this affects him, and he continues to walk smoothly, though he cannot draw a hand to restrain her.

The only good thing about being wrapped up in a quilt is that it's not too cold to be wandering the corridors, Xu You thought tiredly.

Smell Art sent her back to her room and put the pile of burritos on the bed, still pressed against the edge of the covers to keep her from coming out.

Xu You glares at him.

Smiling with curved lips, Winking Art coughed softly and began to recite the sutra, "Dilithinna, Poyamana, Shabaha. Siddhartha Night, Shabaha. Maha Siddha Night, Shabaha ......"

"......" Xu You Remember this as if it were a passage from the Meditation Mantra.

She was defenseless against the Buddhist scriptures and was made sleepy by this repetition of his monotonous and flat tone, and before long, she could not support herself and fell asleep.

Along with even and steady breathing, the wave-less chanting stopped.

The wind and snow outside the house is noisy, inside the house is quiet and peaceful, on the table burns a candle, the candle flame flickers, the dim room is half bright and half obscured.

Wen Ji lowered his eyelashes and quietly looked at Xu You, her beautiful face was a little less lively and jumpy than usual, and a little more quiet, her red lips were slightly open, and you could vaguely see her pink tongue and white teeth.

Hooked without even realizing it.

Thinking of her holding his index finger two days ago, her soft tongue tracing across his fingertips, unspeakably, his heart missed a beat, and then violently trembled, like an electric current passing through his heart, half of his body tingling.

Wen Ji's dark eyes sink and darken, under the candlelight, only the handsome face is especially calm.

Like the Buddha under the light of the Buddha, there is no sadness, no joy, no thoughts, no desires, and there is compassion between the brows and the eyes.

Only he knows that he is a Shura hungry ghost in the guise of a Buddha, no one will know, and neither will she.

Between the haze of light and shadow, lust breaks through the ground, can not be suppressed screaming pain, his hands under the sleeve of his shirt clenched hard, the tail of his eyes a little reddish up, in the light of the yellow candlelight, his cool and calm no longer exists, and replaced by a demonic and voluptuous.

He abruptly hooked his lips and smiled, revealing his morose white teeth, like a deep hungry ghost in the Infinite Hell of Lust and Sin.

Half his face was illuminated by candlelight, the other half hidden in shadow, and his eyes coveted her sleeping face as he said in a low, husky voice--

"How heartfelt should it be?"

It is not clear to whom the almost murmured words were addressed, but they drifted away into the silence, unnoticed.