When Bai Chu woke up from the couch, he saw a charming face.
Deep eyes, straight nose, thin lips, and every inch of skin are delicate and appropriate. The hands are clearly tied and hung in the air in a embarrassed manner. However, the deep eyes look down on them, and there is no expression or movement, but it feels like it is so noble.
Bai Chu looked at him for a moment, frowned, and then turned his head.
"..." Van Gogh looked at her silently as she stood up, dressed, washed, and combed her hair. When she found that she had no intention of putting him down, she pursed her thin lips and spoke in a hoarse voice, "You hang me all night."
Bai Chu was combed in the mirror with his hair, "I know."
"You didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning."
Holding up a simple bun and inserting a silver hairpin, she saw his face in the mirror, "If you don't make me that swing-like bed, I'll sleep better."
The morning light shone through the window stem, the silver hairpin shines brightly, and the smooth and bright black hair is twisted, elegant and distant. Van Gogh squinted his eyes, "This hairpin is not good-looking, the second layer of red in the box next to it is more suitable for you."
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and opened the second layer of the makeup box next to him. A long hairpin covered with vermilion is lying quietly inside. The sun shines, and the vermilion color seems to be inlaid with a layer of gold edges, which is gorgeous but not charming, and charming but not frivolous.
"Why don't I remember having such a hairpin?" She pinched the hairpin and looked carefully for a moment, glanced over, "What did you give it to?"
Van Gogh's eyes are bright, "Change it and take a look."
He pulled out the silver hairpin and replaced it with a red hairpin. The person in the mirror seemed to instantly become more vivid because of a little redness in his hair.
He looked carefully and said softly: "Good."
Bai Chu closed the makeup box and glared at him, "I have always looked good!"
"Yes, yes, you have always been beautiful." Vango's lips curled up and a smile appeared, "Can you... put me down?"
This smile was clear and warm, as if the spring in the world was in the world. Bai Chu looked at it with appreciation for a moment, and his eyebrows were suddenly cold, "Let you go? I haven't calmed down yet."
Van Gogh's smile froze slightly, and he immediately showed a pitiful look of grievance and pity, "Bai Chu, this position is uncomfortable, the hands, shoulders, and waist are also painful."
"If it's not uncomfortable, I won't put you on the beam of the house."
His Majesty the Demon Lord looked sad, "...Bai Chu, I'm hungry."
"Hungry? Hold on." Bound by the long silk, all five senses are mortals. "Mortals will not die if they don't eat or drink without eating or drinking."
"Three or two days?" Van Gogh's eyes changed, "You plan to-"
Bai Chu looked at him coldly, "Van Gogh, I have angered me, and the consequences are equally serious."
Van Gogh lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, his expression became serious and serious, "Bai Chu, I was wrong. I confessed my mistake to you very honestly. I shouldn't have turned your bed into a swing just to make you feel more stimulating. I shouldn't have put my hand into your clothes just to make you comfortable. I shouldn't have left you alone and couldn't sleep. I was swaying in this air. It was extremely evil, outrageous, and the crime was unforgivable. It was so uncle and aunt that I could not bear it!
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, "Since he feels that he is unforgivable, then just hang it on it."
"..." Vango's mouth froze again, then he closed his eyes slightly and opened them again.
A pair of ink eyes suddenly shines brightly, the corners of the eyes raised are charming, and the radiant and beautiful light is shining. He slightly curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a clear and shallow smile, his thin lips are as thin as a slim, and the slightly raised curve is so exquisite that the magic pen is difficult to describe. The sound of his mouth is quietly magnetic, dull and low, "Bai Chu, we have not done it in mid-air."
The narrow eyes narrowed, and the next moment, the man had already flew into the air. He gently clamped his chin with his fingers, and raised his voice with a faint voice: "Van Gogh, seduction is useless. If I want to do that, I can play with many tricks even if I hold you up. Whip and candle, do you want to try it?"
"Your Majesty, this taste is... slightly heavier." Van Gogh turned his head heavy, "I can't do it."
She clamped his chin with a little force and turned his head over, "Then let me stay peacefully and don't have any bad thoughts."
"But..." He looked at her hesitantly for a moment, his eyes became slightly complicated, and he spoke solemnly, "Bai Chu, I want to explain it."
"Hold it."
"How can I hold it in my arms? What should I do if I get a problem with it!"
Bai Chu glanced down at his crotch in an instant, looked back at him, and smiled slightly, "Your Majesty the Demon Lord can choose to pee."
"..." Van Gogh finally squeezed out a smile, "It doesn't matter if I pee on my body. This is your bedroom. What should I do if I get it so hot?"
"This is reasonable." Bai Chu reached out and patted his face, "I can choose not to do this palace."
At this time, a sound of footsteps from far to near came from the corridor outside the hall gate. Without giving anyone any reaction, the hall gate was suddenly pushed open:
"Auntie, I'm still seriously injured. What's wrong with you piled up the notes in my room early in the morning! That number can't be collected in less than ten days or half a month! Aunt--"
Bai Yi, who walked in with the door, rushed in, and stopped his footsteps.
What's going on with the Demon Lord hanging in the air? What's going on with my aunt's expression of wanting to force a good man to be a prostitute?
He blinked, his head turned, and his hands quickly formed a folding fan with an unfolded slim covering his face, and smiled awkwardly: "I saw nothing, both of you... continue, continue."
As he said that, he turned around and walked back.
Before I could walk out of the door, someone slapped his shoulder from behind and "stopped."
Bai Yi stopped, covered half of his face with a folding fan, and said tactfully: "Grandma, this early morning, are you a bit too flirtatious?"
"What are you thinking about?" Bai Chuyi slapped the fan in his hand, "It's just right. I'm going out and help me watch him. No one is allowed to approach him."
Bai Yi's eyes showed a look of surprise. His eyes were around Bai Chu and looked at Fan Gogh, who looked at him with a sinister look.
He laughed casually, nodded and bowed to him, "Grandmaster, happy."
Van Gogh turned his head depressedly.
"Auntie, I'm still seriously injured."
Bai Chu let out a cold and slander, "I told you to look at him, but I didn't ask you to kill and set fire."
"Auntie, can't you understand the injured?"
"Don't talk nonsense." After saying that, he passed by him and left the hall, and then reached out to close the door of the hall, locked it outside.
"..." The folding fan was closed in his palm. Bai Yi raised his head and looked at the beam of the room. Then he followed the long silk to see Van Gogh's wrists and frowned slightly, "Grandpa, this long silk is extraordinary."