Jingche's hand pressed against his chest to create a little distance between them, and his lower body was restrained by him, unable to move. She was a little nervous, and she smiled with confidence and said: "Baili Sword"
Sheng said it was a joke, isn’t this kind of clumsy trick only used by teenage girls?”
She was making fun of herself. Only a teenage girl would do something stupid like deliberately putting herself in danger and waiting for him to save her, and run to the Revolutionary Army camp in anger because she couldn't help but refuse.
She stayed there for two months, still waiting for him to take her back.
"What do you want?" His tone was always calm, but at this moment there was a hint of frustration.
"Either you kill me now, or we separate here and have nothing to do with each other from now on."
This very similar voice made Baili Fengjian feel irritated. Whether it was Hong Yi or the former Jing Che, they would escape from his control unexpectedly.
Just like this moment, Hongyi said inexplicably that he would leave if he didn't cooperate. He could hardly think of any clue. It seems that they finally got out of the snowstorm and he saved her last night. The relationship should be a little more relaxed than before.
.
Baili Fengjian looked down at Hong Yi, her small chin raised high, her eyes looking over his shoulder and not knowing where to look, trying hard to avoid contact with his skin. And the more this happened, the more Baili Fengjian became...
A feeling of possessiveness arises.
...I almost want to crush this woman to pieces, so that I can vent my anger about my inability to find a disciple, and I can severely declare that this woman is his defeat...
But his body had already acted ahead of his reason, and he pulled away the quilt covering her body.
Jing Che knew something was wrong, and immediately raised his hand to strike his arm. Baili Fengjian didn't expect that she would be so strong when she couldn't raise her energy, so she subconsciously stepped aside to hide.
When he was in the Shura Field, what Jing Che learned the most was to fight hand-to-hand with others, and he had already mastered the skills of his fists and kicks. But at this time, his movements were not as neat as usual, with a hint of panic, and he was entangled when he got out of bed.
The quilt was stirred, and he fell back. The back of his head hit the wall hard, and his eyes were numb.
Two big hands grabbed her waist forcefully, and she fell back onto the soft bed, turning upside down.
There was a sneer in his eyes: "So your trick is to throw yourself into someone's arms?"
Jing Che pursed his lips and said nothing, while his body was trembling.
She didn't want to use any tricks. At this moment, she just wanted to escape from this place and the man who should be her master.
She can't have anything happen to him... Although she loved him so much in the past, it was only an upright love. She never dared to think about these things about male love and female love. Even though she is now a red-dressed Shura girl in the imperial capital, and he is a Jia
Huangshan Sword Master Baili Fengjian, she can hide herself behind the mask unscrupulously and challenge his bottom line, but she knows very clearly that they are master and disciple, and this relationship is as insurmountable as a natural chasm.
"Ha, no wonder they say you are coquettish. Do you pretend to be like an untouched girl under every man?" Baili Fengjian pulled her lips together and sneered viciously, while rubbing her smooth chin with the palm of her hand, moving down.
, slid across the jade neck, and penetrated through the collar of the inner garment.
The calloused fingertips had a rough touch, and he deliberately and slowly rubbed her delicate skin back and forth, as if deliberately humiliating her. The more she trembled, the more arrogant his wandering hand became.
"Baili Fengjian, don't touch me." Jing Che forced himself to remain calm, and his words were spoken in a clear tone, while his voice was trembling, like a string that was suddenly plucked and then stopped.
He raised his fingers slightly, and the silk belts slid open one by one, exposing his snow-white skin to the air, and his hairs suddenly stood up: "Where do you get the confidence to order me?"
Breathing slightly, he put his elbow on his shoulder, and separated the last distance. Jingche pretended to smile charmingly and said, "I'll tell you about her, please let me go."
**The burning eyes suddenly became silent. Baili Fengjian stopped and looked at her cold and unchanging mask, with a clueless expression. After a while, he said: "You have been infected by the Chiming Gu. Sooner or later, you will say, why should I do it now?"
Let you have fun."
"The fact that you didn't press me last night shows that you still care about our cooperative relationship, and I know that you disdain such frivolous means."
He looked into her eyes under the mask and said aggressively: "I was the one who planted the red beetle. Why do I need any bright methods?"
"Because now, I am not your prisoner." The mask blocked most of his face, and his stiff smile seemed calm at first glance.
Because he is conceited, he will never choose a weak way to win someone. She said this because she understands him, but she is not confident. After eight years, people's hearts are separated from each other, and they have never really understood each other before.
The other party, not to mention the passing of time. His current behavior has exceeded her expectations. He is obviously an extremely self-controlled person, but why does he always behave in a misguided manner towards a person of Hongyi's status?
But this time, Baili Fengjian slowly pulled away, and the coldness on his face turned into an unknown smile: "Hongyi, you pinched my two weak spots tightly, and I really have no choice at all.
.”
"So I guess you will kill me sooner or later, but not now." Jing Che put back his clothes, narrowed his eyes, and the panic he showed just now was quickly covered up: "Ask me - except for her whereabouts, what else do I know?
I can all tell you.”
Baili Fengjian sat down on a wooden chair outside, and the white smoke curling up from the charcoal pot in front of him was blurry. The icicles under the window eaves hung down in different lengths, and the clear shapes reflected the sunlight and fell on the bottom of his eyes.
Somewhat glaring.
As if he suddenly lost the ability to speak, he moved the corners of his mouth, then touched the wine gourd at his waist and took a swig.
Over the past eight years, he has wanted to know so much, but now that it was on his lips, he couldn't ask a single question. After a moment, he tugged at the corner of his lips, turned away from Hong Yi's gaze, and left behind a sentence that was neither salty nor plain:
"I don't have anything to ask, just know how to live."
As soon as the door was opened, people had already wandered out.
Jing Che was stunned, but his face was expressionless, and he was too lazy to maintain a smile. He walked over and poured himself a cup of tea. When he brought it to his mouth, his hand shook and the water poured onto the charcoal basin.
With a "squeak" sound, white smoke suddenly overflowed arrogantly.
His understatement of life turned out to be eight years of hard work and suffering for her.
She thought that he was looking for her so eagerly because he did not forget their master-disciple relationship, and she was finally forced to see clearly how cold and cold a person he had been all along.
She has never forgotten the hysteria she felt when she hated him. She survived just to stand in front of him alive and to show him the destruction of everything he wanted to protect.