Kissing Butterfly Bone

Jian Xia didn't know how to describe him. The Taoist Priest of Yuntai Mountain, the mysterious boss of Southeast Asia, the top noble son of Forty-Nine Cities... There are even several names. The first time we met was at the Yuntai Mountain Taoist Temple. It was a windy and foggy day. Under the green pine trees, he was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a long body that was not stained by dust. She stood in front of the incense burner and lit incense, but it took a long time to light it. A big bony hand stretched out, took the incense in her hand, stirred it into the oil lamp, and lit it in a second, the fire was dazzling. She knelt in front of the Palace of Eternal Life and drew lots, and got the lower lot. He grabbed a handful from the lottery tube, picked one, signed it and handed it to her: "Congratulations, girl, may you live a long life and be safe every year." Goodbye was in the dirty slum streets of Southeast Asia. She fell down in front of him in embarrassment, grabbed his suit trouser leg with trembling hands: "Sir, save me." She was his temporary wife for more than seven months, without a wedding or blessing. No contact after separation. Later, when they met in Beicheng, he appeared at her engagement party. The fiancé toasted to him and respectfully called him uncle. "Xia Xia, you should also pay tribute." She held up the wine glass with trembling hands: "Junior, here's to you." The corner of his mouth curled up, and he smiled fiercely: "What do you respect me for? Do you respect me for being toyed with, or do you respect my wife for being engaged to someone else?" Her hand shook and the wine spilled out. She pursed her lips and was speechless. He patted his thigh: "Come here and say it, you can't hear me clearly." After the banquet ended, she was pressed on the table by him. His big hands rubbed her slender waist, and his hot breath sprayed on her ears. His voice was deep and hoarse: "You should wish me a happy bridal chamber and have a son soon."