His eyes flashed subconsciously, and Jing Che realized that he had a mask and darkness to protect him. There was no need to feel guilty at all. He raised his voice and said seductively with red lips: "If I don't know clearly, how can I whet your appetite?"
Baili Fengjian didn't answer. He touched her metal mask with his fingertips and rubbed the uneven pattern. The texture felt cold in his palm and he didn't move it away for a long time.
After a long time, Jing Che thought he had fallen asleep, but he spoke without warning, and the bass sound was very clear in the darkness: "You are really like her, you are persistent and want to anger me."
"I don't think you're really angry." She turned over tiredly.
During the movement, his hand fell free and rested between the soft quilts, touching the cool air.
After about a few long seconds, the quilt rustled, and he hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, and his face pressed against her long hair.
It's so close that it seems unreal.
Before she struggled to resist, he whispered: "Don't move, just let me hold you for a while."
It was not his usual calm and commanding tone, but Jingche really obeyed, his ears did not move, and the hair on his back was solemn, and he refused to obey for a long time.
Jing Che felt like he was standing outside the curtain and watching this scene indifferently. The weak candlelight hanging high in the street climbed up the window lattice, half pale and half yellow, showing an inexplicable sadness. The two of them hugged each other quietly on the bed.
Together, they look like a couple of gods and goddesses.
And the few candlelights in her sight seemed to be fainting, and in a daze, she saw the lava hall of the Miao Palace eight years ago. When she was a child, she shamelessly wanted to hug him, and refused to give up, grabbing the hem of his clothes for fear that he would reject her.
At that time, she thought that by hugging her master with all her might, she would be able to live forever together from ancient times to the present.
He half-closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What do you call her?"
"Who?" His tone led him away.
"Ache."
The breath he drank revealed white smoke as light as silk in the darkness: "Xiao Shiba."
"She likes to do whatever she likes to do on weekdays."
"Martial arts idiot." In fact, it is a vague description. He carries a knife and kills people all day long without any distraction.
"What color clothes to wear."
"I want to see pear blossoms."
Pear blossoms are white, Hua Ruyan whispers in her ears every year. She also prefers white in her heart, which is the color of the white horse bones on Yunqin Peak. But she spent four years in the Shura Field dyed in blood, and came out wearing a seductive red dress.
The ruins of the country and the beautiful city have nothing to do with the flawless white color.
"Did you mention me?"
"Nanqiong Sect, Jiahuang Mountain, Sword Saint Sect." She answered in a nonchalant manner.
Baili Fengjian did not ask further questions, and both of them fell silent.
"Only I never mentioned you." After a long time, her soft voice dropped, and it was sticky in her throat and dragged heavily by sleep, like a river that could not flow.
He hugged her from behind, probably falling asleep.
The second day.
Sandalwood has a hypnotic and soothing effect that coaxes people to sleep until midnight. When Jing Che wakes up in a hazy state, he is suddenly shocked to realize that he has fallen into such a deep sleep without warning.
There was a hand on his waist, and he could still feel his body temperature rising through a layer of clothing.
She was startled and turned around.
"Morning." The lazy and wistful face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looking at the distant eyes in the Master's mask. In his arms was the patient's beautiful waist, which was a little numb from the pressure.
In his sight, his light green beard fell softly in the weak sunlight. After a moment of blankness, Jing Che lowered his eyes and smiled seductively. He slowly stood up from the bed and twirled his clothes one by one.
Buttoned up: "Good morning, Baili Sword Master."
Lying on the bed with his arms and legs stretched out on his back, he looked like a corpse. His eyes were clear and he asked teasingly: "What are you doing when you get up?"
"Find a way out early, get out early. Could it be that you still regard this place as a paradise and want to be a hermit and never return?"
"There's a sacrifice going on outside, and you can't get out." He squinted, taking his time.
Jing Che buttoned the last button on his neck, leaned close to his face and looked down at her, his breath brushing against the corner of his lips, and he said in a long and soft voice as if he was deliberately teasing: "Do you mean, Sword Master, you want to continue sleeping?
"
His big hands covered his soft waist, and with a little force, the two people's skins were separated from each other. He held her tightly in his arms: "It's hard to talk at night, so it's not a bad idea to do things during the day."
Up close, I saw the looming peach blossom eyes in the mask, glowing like a heavy fog, and nothing else could be seen.
With a tired smile on his lips, Jing Che pushed his hand away, swung his long legs, stepped on the cold wooden floor with his naked feet, and said in a frivolous and mocking tone: "I am the one that everyone can get on, sword."
You can’t even get into the Holy Spirit.”
"Really?" After the casual tone, the clothes fluttered in the breeze, and in an instant the person was forcibly fixed between the bed beam and the chest.
The red lips were half pursed, and the four eyes met like sparks igniting a prairie fire.
But at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and two villagers with knives walked in. They saw the scenery on the bed at a glance, and their hostile eyes immediately turned awkward: "Ahem."
Baili Fengjian Shi Shiran moved away, while Jing Che picked up the shirts on the ground and put them on for him piece by piece without any fuss.
"The leader of the village invites you." The two men struck the ground with their eyes, and their tone was quite polite.
One was unruly in a broad robe, and the other was enchanting in red. The two stood side by side as they stepped down the steps. The light spots on their masks were faintly reflected in the dim sunlight, and the wine gourds were swaying on their waists.
Entering the lobby of the village, there was a brazier in the center and the charcoal fire was burning brightly. It was so warm that it made my chest feel stuffy. I also dressed in formal sacrificial attire, as if I had just come back from the altar.
The people in the room were screened out, and as soon as the door was closed, the room was filled with darkness, and felt carpets were spread up to the steps.
Jing Che saw the person sitting far away on the high chair and the faint white smoke. Everything seemed incredible.
She actually met her senior brother Yexiu in this time and space. But he didn't recognize her. He was still the owner of this ghost village, and his job was to use her soul as a sacrifice.
Time and space are really a wonderful thing.
Ye Xiu sat upright under Hong Yi's gaze. This woman's eyes always made him feel an inexplicable sense of closeness, even though she was separated by a ferocious and cold mask.
"Do you two have any long-term plans here?" The implication is that this place will trap you for the rest of your life.
Baili Fengjian said with his usual imperceptible and ungrateful smile: "Of course I'm trying to find a way to get out."
Ye Xiu has experienced the power of Baili Fengjian, but human power cannot compete with God after all, and the eternal time will not make any concessions because of the appearance of two people.
But Yexiu would not try to persuade him in vain. At this moment, he was just noncommittal and said: "You two are here for the time being. I wonder if you can check on someone's illness for me?"
"I'm not a doctor."
"This disease is not something that ordinary doctors can treat." His eyes were clear and his tone was determined.