MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 135

Because of Yan Xi's arrival, An Zhi's whole body relaxed.

Yan Xi cooked her something to eat and fed her medicine. She was so careful to bring some necessary medicines.

Then accompany her to bed.

An Zhi was exhausted and pulled her sleeve: "You also sleep with me for a while, you are too tired."

After a day's flight, my feet were swollen, and after entering the house, I was busy and didn't get a good rest.

An Zhi's eyes were full of water, and she wanted to kiss her, but she thought that she had a cold and retreated: "...I can't kiss you anymore... woo woo."

A girl who has fallen in love has a particularly pitiful vulnerability when she sees her lover because of illness.

Yan Xi smiled slightly, her slender face was unbelievably beautiful in An Zhi's misty vision, and her coral pink lips fell, "It's okay, I'll just kiss you."

"Well..." An Zhi could not avoid it, and accepted this tender and pitying kiss, she said weakly: "I have a cold, it will be... contagious..."

"It's okay," the woman's kiss fell on her lips, chin, and back to her forehead, her voice was as calm and clear as spring snow melted and flowing over a river stone: "Just sleep, darling, I'll accompany you you."

An Zhi finally fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she opened her eyes groggyly, the curtains in the bedroom were closed, the soft quilt was soft, she seemed to be sweating a lot, and her neck was sticky.

Yan Xi came over to measure her temperature, "It's still a little hot, it doesn't matter."

Help her get up and drink water.

After drinking the water, the dryness of An Zhi's throat was relieved a lot, but it was still a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to take a bath." An Zhi felt as if she had stinks, and she was a little embarrassed to be held by her again.

"Well, it's not completely healed yet, so I won't wash it yet." Yan Xi coaxed her, knowing what she meant: "It's just a little sweaty."

An Zhi was already blushing from sleep, but this time it turned even redder: "Don't you feel stinky?"

There was a smile in Yan Xi's tone: "No, it still tastes milky."

An Zhi shyly sipped his dimples: "But it's uncomfortable." The whole body was sticky.

Yan Xi seemed to be silent for two seconds: "Then let me wipe it for you and change your clothes?"

An Zhi nodded, she didn't feel anything, Yan Xi had given her a bath before.

Yan Xi brought warm water, pulled An Zhi's hair back, and brushed the hot towel over her skin. An Zhi closed her eyes comfortably and leaned on Yan Xi's arm.

Yan Xi unbuttoned her with the other hand, revealing her creamy chest, and An Zhi's eyelids closed sleepily, drowsy.

She felt that her top was taken off by Yan Xi, and a warm dampness hit her back, making An Zhi unable to open her eyes.

Then it seemed that her pants had also been taken off, and An Zhifu could feel Yan Qi gently wiping her chest, underarms, ribs, lower abdomen, thighs, inner thighs...

The towel was very soft, and when it slid across her delicate skin, it brought an unusual feeling, and An Zhi made a thin grunt in her throat.

Then the wiping action stopped, the quilt covered her, and Yan Xi whispered: "Don't catch a cold again, I'll go find you something to wear."

The cloud-like warm quilt wrapped around her naked skin was extraordinarily comfortable, and An Zhi fell asleep again.

Yan Xi put the clothes aside and smiled: "Don't want me to hug?"

An Zhi didn't answer her, she slept sweetly with her pink cheeks against the pillow.

Yan Xi probed her forehead, the fever had completely subsided, and it would be better to sleep more.

The bedroom was quiet, and An Zhi's thin breathing could be heard. A quilt wrapped around a white and tender lotus arm might have replaced Yanxi's role.

Yan Xi stood on the spot and smiled. He lowered his body and picked up her hand, and lifted a corner of the quilt.

The girl's crystal-clear body, slightly pink, came into view.

Yan Xi was stunned.

In fact, when I wiped it just now, it was as fast as possible, and I tried to calm down as much as possible.

The light was not bright that night, but it was just soft to the touch, and I couldn't see it clearly. The last time I saw her body was when she was scalded and bathed her. That night, she had a wretched dream.

It was the first time that such a warm fragrance was exposed directly in front of him.

Yan Xi's long eyelashes lowered, she pursed her lips, and stayed in place for a few seconds. She couldn't resist, she lifted the quilt and lay in there.

An Zhi had a long dream.

It seems to be a midsummer afternoon. In the corner of the swimming pool in the back room of the old house, there is a thick green shade above the head that blocks the sun. On the other side of the swimming pool, the eldest aunt and the second aunt are chatting. Playing with water, they were drinking iced watermelon juice, maybe orange juice.

She was half immersed in the swimming pool, and the water in the swimming pool glowed with light, patted her body gently, and sank a little, and the water rushed to her chest.

Gently stroked like a soft feather.

She knew she was dreaming at first, but then she wasn't so sure, half-conscious.

Everything was too real, she even saw clearly that her swimsuit was two-piece, the top was a pink lotus leaf one-shoulder tube top, and the bottom was a small floral skirt.

She has this swimsuit.

But isn't it winter now? she's in boston...

An Zhi's mind was in chaos.

You can also hear the chirping of cicadas and smell the faint scent of gardenias. It is indeed the summer of the old house.

An Zhi squinted her eyes comfortably, her body was lazy, she was inattentive, her legs softened, someone grabbed her in time to prevent her from sinking.

"Well…"

Then the warm and silky body leaned in and hugged her.

Familiar feeling.

"Auntie..." An Zhi murmured.

There was no answer.

Only the faint sound of water gushing and hugs, creamy to the touch.

There is dry light and dust in the summer courtyard, mixed with the water vapor of the swimming pool, and a soft breeze.

In a trance, An Zhi felt that the water in the pool turned into small pieces of jelly and caressed her body. From her shoulders to her chest, it turned into water and flowed into her swimsuit.

There seemed to be small fish in the pool, burrowing to and fro on the inside and outside of her thighs.

Itchy, lightly.

There seems to be a tail, brushing the side of the leg like a feather.

She wanted to ask why there were fish in the swimming pool, but it seemed that Yan Xi had let go of her, the water in the swimming pool suddenly increased, her wiping shoulder fell off, and the firm powder ball was attacked by a greasy water.

"Well... Auntie..." An Zhi was a little flustered and called out to Yan Xi uneasily.

It wasn't over yet, the fish in the water seemed to be naughty too, biting at her little flower skirt and pulling off the bow tied around her waist.

She shuddered in exclamation.

Terrified.

The swimsuits are gone.

Soon, someone hugged her and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Tao Tao...don't be afraid."

She raised her face and tried to open her eyes, only to see the woman's soft and beautiful lips, the color of a very beautiful coral lipstick.

"Auntie..."

Didn't see what swimsuit she was wearing, but was hugged again.

The water in the swimming pool came back all of a sudden, as if it wasn't water, but wet petals, slid across her body, and licked her tongue deftly.

An Zhi's body was numb and numb, and he had no energy at all. He didn't know where to lean.

The world was turning, and she felt dizzy.

She should be leaning against the wall of the pool, but why is it soft like a cloud, as if on her bed.

She groaned blankly.

"Tao Tao..." She heard Yan Xi's low voice, a little strange, she seemed to be suppressing something, especially magnetic.

"Touch my aunt..." Her voice seemed far and near.

A gust of wind swept the treetops, where the leaves overlapped, and the fragrance of gardenias came quietly.

The flowers stretched out lazily under the caress of the sun and the gentle wind. In the trance, An Zhi also felt like a flower, which was slowly rubbed by a woman's fingers and bloomed between her fingers.

Being gently, repeatedly, and lovingly rubbed and stroked.

The water in the pool swayed slowly and softly.

The fluffy quilt was slightly cool and slowly warmed by the ambiguous murmur.

Confused, I don't know where I am.

Fingers in the quilt.

Small fish in the pool.

An Zhi unwittingly relaxed his body, then trembled slightly, his throat purred, and his feet curled up. He felt a sudden heavy rain, crashing down, the water surface suddenly rose, and the flowers were soaked. An Zhi's whimper became finer, the woman coaxed her softly, stroked her, and An Zhi clinged to her, her whole body limp.

After the shower, the flowers shyly dripped with clear and crystal dewdrops.

An Zhi lost his strength and consciousness, and fell into a black sweetness in the aftertaste.

When she woke up, the room was lit with star lights hanging on the curtains, the warm and lovely light accompanied her, An Zhi stretched, rubbed her eyes and sat up.

For a few seconds, she was stunned and dumbfounded, and then her memory slowly recovered. She looked at herself suspiciously, the clean and white nightdress was well worn on her body, and she slept with some folds.

Not at the pool at all, not summer, and she wasn't wearing a swimsuit.

By the way, she caught a cold, so Yan Xi wiped her body and put on pajamas.

Ann blushed afterwards, and then she had a spring dream.

So ashamed, she shrank her feet and covered her face.

"Awake?" Yan Xi walked in, saw her sitting, and the corners of her eyes were filled with extremely gentle lines.

"Well..." An Zhi lowered his face, still embarrassed.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Xi approached and touched her forehead. Satisfied with the normal temperature, she touched her face with her fingers and asked, "Why is her face so hot? Take the temperature again."

"No, no..." An Zhi took a breath and explained embarrassingly, "I'm just hot in the quilt..."

She didn't dare to raise her head, otherwise she would see Yan Xi's unnaturally guilty expression, and she coughed under cover, pretending to be calm: "Well, that's fine, go wash your hands, wipe your face, and I'll cook. Noodles, you can eat them soon."

An Zhi nodded and breathed a sigh of relief after Yan Xi walked out. There was still heat on her face, and she slowly rubbed towards the bedside.

Suddenly, An Zhi tilted his head consciously, lifted his skirt, looked at it, and put it down again, a little puzzled.

Why did her **** change?

(Jinjiang Qingshui Edition - An Zhi's Perspective)