[2] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 45.2 Question Of The Dead

“I like the taste of you.” She gently leaned her cheek against him, rubbed it, and said, “I want to have your taste and temperature for a long time, be very intimate with you, and pour out what’s in my heart wantonly……”

You Wuming’s breathing suddenly becomes fast, his pupils shrink slightly, and the corners of his lips raise unconsciously, just like a wolf that has received an attack signal and is getting ready to attack.

“Alright.” His voice had turned completely hoarse.

The big hand tore off her under garment cleanly.

She clutched his collar, her eyes flickered: “I will call your name out loud, tell you how much I like you and tell you how powerful you are. In the whole world, there’s only you and me. In the heart, in the eyes, only have each other, the most thorough possession, we will not let anyone disturb it……You Wuming, are you sure you want it to be here? Are you just going to hastily finish it? “

When she first spoke, he couldn’t wait anymore and already threw away his belt, hurriedly pulled open his outer robe and inner robe, and approached her in an out of control way. In the middle of her speech, his movements stopped, slowly turned his eyes and fixed it on her flower like lips, with his Adam’s apple kept rolling. His eyes were filled with the fascinated expectation.

When she finished her speech, the magma that rushed to his forehead had cooled down. His thin lips slightly moved and he murmured: “This place, won’t do.”

She raised her body and got closer to him.

You Wuming took a deep breath and as if being burned, he suddenly released her and fled to the window.

His back was trembling lightly and the tips of his ears were red.

After a long time, he finally smooths out his breath thoroughly.

“Little Mulberry!” He suddenly looked back and stared at her, with an extremely fierce smile hanging on the corners of his lips, “You, just wait for it!”

She smiled shyly at him.

You Wuming felt a little dizzy. Looking at the pair of clear and pure eyes in front of him, he even doubted whether the bold and enthusiastic words he had just heard were the hallucinations of his recurring illness.

His Little Mulberry is clearly a transparent little fruit, that was somewhat astringent and still green, so beautiful and smart. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to let her call his name out of control and presumptuously. Presumably, it will really make one die without regret.

He felt as if he was walking on a tens of thousands zhang long suspended rope, carefully approaching a beam of warm light.

That kind of light……Is he worthy of it?

He turned his head away, thought for a moment, and said, “Come here. I will teach you how to carve a wooden figure.”

Sang Yuanyuan: “Huh?”

He took her into his arms, encircled her and broke off a piece of wood on the side of the low table. Then he picked up the small knife on the table with the other hand, and carved it cut by cut.

She felt that his breathing become more and more stable, and the sound of his heartbeat gradually faded.

“Head.” You Wuming bend his back and put his chin on her shoulder. When he spoke, his voice rang out in her ears.

“Head.” She looked at the round shaped wooden ball cooperatively.

“Your head.” He smiled as he said so.

She said unthinkingly: “Didn’t look like it.”

“It will be in a moment.” He grinned carelessly, holding the blade between his two fingers and carving it carefully.

He focused on carving the wooden figure, and she focused on appreciating his flourishing beauty.

A face so perfect, just like a jade.

The round shaped wooden ball soon had a nose and mouth.

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned when she saw it: “It really looks a little bit like me!”

“A little bit?” You Wuming curled up the corners of his lips and smiled disdainfully, “You just wait.”

The carriage was moving forward slowly, and the sun was shining through the curtain that wasn’t completely closed by him. The thin strips of sunlight then poured down and it happened to fall on You Wuming’s hand.

As if he didn’t realize it, that he has dedicated himself to sculpting Sang Yuanyuan’s face wholeheartedly.

The body of the carriage swayed slightly from time to time and the two bodies would collide inadvertently. A kind of quiet and good atmosphere of the years slowly opens up, which makes Sang Yuanyuan feel in a trance from time to time, forgetting that they are driving towards Huangfu Jun’s den at the moment.