Qiying took a deep breath, suppressed the disorderly breath, moved her eyes away, and got up to clean up the cups on the table, sealed the half-filled wine jar outside the tent. After working hard for a while, there was nothing left in the tent to clean up, and only Jing Che, who needed to sleep heavily on the table, was left to move to the bed.

He hesitated for a moment, but walked over and picked up Jingche carefully.

The girl's drunken face exudes a natural rouge red, which is so beautiful that it is so beautiful. Under the slight candlelight, the fluff on her face seems to be sprinkled with a layer of gold, and it is clear.

Qiying glanced at him nostalgically, immediately moved away his eyes as if he had committed a crime, and put Jingche on the bed in a hurry.

Finally, he stood at her bedside for a long time, and the candlelight hit his back and cast dense shadows on the wall.

Who do she likes? She was really curious about her appetite, but she couldn't ask too much. Anyway, she wasn't herself. After sighing, Qiying turned around and went out.

The second day.

Jing Che completely forgot what happened the night before. When he woke up, he felt a little dizzy. After cleaning up, he went out for a walk. Finally, he was extremely bored. He climbed up the ladder and sat on the wall. Looking at the heads of the military camps not far away, his eyes blurred.

It was just enough to sleep in the hot summer, and the person who woke up was awake for a while was half closed. At this time, he turned around and saw Qiying standing on his head. I don’t know how long it had been.

He looked up at her, smiled, and said, "The Sword Saint is here."

Jing Che didn't turn his mind, and he was so shocked that he relaxed his feet and leaned straight backwards from the wall.

He exclaimed, but fell into someone's arms.

The hazy smell of alcohol appeared and poured into the tip of her nose. Her warm hand surrounded her waist, her arms sank down, and then she lifted her up steadily.

I looked up in panic and met a pair of dark pupils that were splashed with ink, and a small girl reflected in it.

He is here. Two months and six days

She was almost overjoyed, and a little panic appeared in her eyes: "…Master."

She closed her eyes and jumped out of his arms. After waiting for so long, she didn't expect that the first meeting would be the scene. She couldn't tell what to say to him in a while, and suddenly became hesitant and at a loss.

Baili Fengjian smiled as if nothing had happened, as if the cold war of the previous two months had ceased to exist, as if he had never remembered his anger in Miaojiang that night. The current situation was just that she went out for a walk, and it was so easy for him to pick her up.

He has always been the quiet person, and even if his eyes are slightly unnatural at this moment, he will not be seen through: "A Che."

She looked at him, he was still familiar. When she looked carefully, she found that his stubble was cleaner, her black robe was straight, and she lacked his unkempt face - obviously it was the result of a woman being around to take care of her.

His tone became awkward again and he asked in a row: "Why are you here?"

"Take you back." He finally brought some uncertain tactfulness in his tone.

Jing Che stood in front of him a few steps away, and the person he was looking forward to was suddenly close to him. Perhaps it was too sudden, she always felt that she could not hold her hands, like a phantom.

She didn't say anything, and Qiying beside her was a little anxious. She wanted to come out to smooth things over, but she said it but said it was unreasonable and dull: "Ache, if you don't leave, you will not be able to afford you."

Jing Che glared at Qiying. Although he knew that he was doing good for her, he was also slightly annoyed that he did not leave any face for her.

"I'm sorry for you all these days," Baili Kaori nodded to Qiying and said to Jingche, "Ache, go back and pack up."

Jing Che did not refuse or answer positively. He turned around and walked into the camp, which was a pity. Although she was not willing to restrain herself, after all, he came to pick her up in person this time, and she had no reason to get angry anymore.

Baili Fengma followed.

He lifted the curtain into the small tent where she was temporarily living, and his footsteps suddenly reached the door, and he couldn't help but be shocked. In his sight, the straw was filled with the gaps in the wind. A simple bed was placed in the corner, and a small table next to it, and the tea on it was already cold.

She has been so wronged in this past half a month? In his memory, she has always been a picky and exquisite person and rarely tolerate unsatisfactory days.

Baili Fengjian moved his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. After two months, there was inevitably a gap between the master and the apprentice, and the relationship was awkward.

After changing the mouth shape, I didn’t know which sentence to pick first, and finally asked, “I’m sleeping well here?”

Jing Che bent down and was busy packing things, and replied with a little perfunctory and impatient: "Okay."

“What about eating?”

"good."

"Where are people?"

She stopped the movements in her hand, turned around, and said in a mean tone: "What do you care about me doing so much?"

"Just polite, I don't really want to know." Baili Fengjian replied calmly.

He really shot himself in the foot. Jing Che felt ache in his heart, but he was unforgivable in his mouth. His tone rose, and he was inexplicably charming: "To put it, I want to know, what have you done after living with the military prostitute for so many days?"

Even if she said it in a sarcastic tone, she was not confident enough. She knew that she was hiding the bell with guilt. In fact, every day, her heart was full of speculation about how he and that woman were doing. Yun Qinfeng, who had no choice but to be lonely or even more ambiguous.

While facing his back to him, he covered his emotions and tried to remove a box from the cabinet. He couldn't reach it even if he lifted his hands.

Baili Fengjian walked over and took the box for her. It was her fingers touching her fingertips, and her whole breath was covered by her back.

She stood there, listening to him slowly, and said with a little habitual and inappropriate attitude: "What else do you think you can do?"

The thick felt curtains blocked the light, but the wind blew in from somewhere. The warm smoke contained the bitterness of melting snow. It brushed on the arms that were holding up high and revealing a piece of white lotus root, and a layer of lumps appeared.

Jing Che's back was facing him, and his voice fell diagonally from behind, as lazy and deep as ever, and irresistible.

The words condensed by this voice are filled with hearts. Even though they know it is poison, they are addicted to it, taking the lead in a different way, drinking poison to quench thirst.

"Yes, one is willing to prostitute, the other is happy to sell, what else can you do? I'm so extravagant to ask." Jing Che thought for a while before slowly retracting his hand and putting it in front of her abdomen. She still carried her back, hiding the deep and gentle sadness with a mean sarcastic sound.

It was unhappy to come to pick her up this time. He was also a proud person. He had already made a regression for her. It had been so long that he should have angered. Is she still blaming him? And such ugly words from her mouth finally made Baili Fengjian brow: "Do you have to say this?"

"Do you care about me?" Jing Che pushed forward viciously, turned around and pushed him away, but quickly turned his head with little confidence. His eyes suddenly turned red and so dry that they could not squeeze out a drop of water.

He bowed his eyebrows and eyes and untied the almost-tied bag again, and took back the things inside and placed them out.

Baili Fengjian was so annoyed that he tied her wrist, and the force was so strong that it was a little unnatural, as if he was about to crush someone. He pursed the corners of his lips, his lazy eyes stormed, revealing his irritation, like a lion who was finally annoyed: "It's been two months, when are you going to mess around?"

"Isn't it just your wish for me to stay here?" Jing Che asked slowly, "Save me to be in Yunqinfeng and disturb you and that woman under the moonlight."

"What kind of delicacy is it to stay here!" The voice suddenly raised up. In this way, Baili Fengma was really angry.

His hand was still captured, Jing Che narrowed his eyes and immediately grabbed the clue in the "Shengshi": "What do you mean?"

"Do you, a girl, know what to do? You have been living in a group of men for two months, and there is a smell of alcohol in the room-"

"You said I don't know how to behave? You accused me of drinking?" Jing Che interrupted him almost furiously, "That woman is a military prostitute | Why don't you say she is unpredictable? You are addicted to alcohol and why don't you blame yourself? What qualifications do you have to say to me!"

"Qualification?" Baili Fengjian sneered, tying her lips and holding her wrist, pushing her to the corner, covering her with shadow, "I am your master, is this qualification enough?"

He habitually confronted her in a condescending posture, and when she raised her eyes and stared at him fiercely, he noticed the ambiguity of this posture.

Her back was leaning against the cold wall, and he almost forced her to the front of her, and his wrist was still tightly pinching her. The arrogant arrogance in her eyes suddenly disappeared, her eyes were still closely following his face, but his expression seemed to be infatuated.

Baili Fengjian knew that something was wrong, so he let go of his hand and wanted to take a step back, but Jing Che suddenly stepped forward without warning and hugged him.

The whole tent was dim and dull, as if it was airtight. The fierce quarrel suddenly stopped, and it suddenly became as quiet as stagnant water. The cold air slowly flowed, brushing across his hot cheeks and cold fingers. It pressed against his chest, and the warm body temperature seemed to be illusory, while only the banging heartbeat was real.

The hug came too fiercely and suddenly. The moment before, I was still tit-for-tat and wanted to strangle the other person to death, but the next second, it seemed to melt into each other's bodies. Baili Fengma didn't have time to react and act.

When he reacted, her enthusiasm was like a circle, holding him out. It was not that he didn't know how to refuse, but that he always had no idea when facing her.

Because she always does this, without compromise or transition, she does not leave any way out for herself, and will not leave room for others. She does whatever she is in her temperament, like a waterfall pouring down from the fountain, surging proudly among the rocks, and she will walk alone and will never turn back and walk again.
Chapter completed!