"I know," he closed his eyes, and his hands tightened her more powerfully, and half of his face fell into the shadows. "You will die with me at that time, and then I will know after thinking about it."
"But I can't do it, kill the master."
The world was full of fear, under a candle under the window, two close figures were silent.
"Have you ever loved me, even if you only have a moment, even if you know very clearly that I am your apprentice, you have forgotten all the ethical principles for a while, have you ever?"
Baili Fengma did not answer.
This is his apprentice, no matter how beautiful she grew up to be, no matter how much he missed her in the past.
Jing Che smiled slightly, a little cold appeared in his laughter, and he pulled out of his arms and continued to pack up his bags, with a very firm move. She has always been such a person, loves if she loves, and if she doesn't love, she doesn't love. If she was silent, she would rather leave early without dragging on the mud.
Baili Fengma insisted on stopping her, although the reason was a bit far-fetched: "A Che, you have to continue drinking your medicine."
"Medicine..." Jing Che stopped, "Ha, do you really think that a few medicines, or your current behavior of repairing the sheep, can make up for your fault of feeding me Chiming Gu?"
She grabbed her hair with some irritation: "I don't know why I promised you when I left the ghost village. It's really stupid and a waste of time when I was in the imperial capital."
Her eyes wandered away without focal distance in the room, and her hands were still folding clothes on the bed. Being busy could make her look more confident.
Baili Fengjian was speechless for a while, and suddenly hugged her from behind without warning.
"Stop cleaning up." His low voice was in her ear, exhaling a lingering heat.
The sound of firecrackers outside was rising and falling.
Jing Che was a little stunned.
It was really upside down. She almost thought that this was her own hallucination, and the body temperature of the man behind her was hot. In the past, she must have been relying on him and insisting on holding him. Others may not believe it, but Jingche naturally knew that he could not help but be in a state of indifference, but a person who is absolutely self-control can hold his arms around and sit still. He has his own bottom line and never does anything in a good way.
But at this moment, he hugged her without any warning or cause. This posture was ambiguous enough that he could not think of any other meaning.
"I didn't know that Red Clothes was you at that time."
He was answering her words.
"Now...will you wish I was red more?"
His hot palms were pressed against her lower abdomen, and her hands covered the back of his hands, turned her face and raised her head slightly, and her lips trembled and covered his lips.
She just touched his lips with a flash, but he hugged her head after a slight silence and kissed her deeper.
Yes, there was a moment, the moment when he was most desperate in his life, this moment. Many years ago, when she poured a pot of wine on his head, she said nothing wrong. He was an absolute coward. He had too many measures in his heart and could never have the determination to be as straight as her. He only dared to temporarily indulge his heart in this time and space where everyone had nothing to do with them.