The night is deep, the breeze moves, and the elegant fragrance is fragrant; the flowers are shining high, the thin curtain is lightly swaying, and the room is filled with colorful light.
He stepped back from his servant and felt a little quiet inside the bedroom.
The veil curtain sways gently, and the sound of the curtain beads gently bumping is clear and crisp.
Her gorgeous clothes were not yet faded, and Bai Chu sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the layers of gauze covering her. Van Gogh came in from the hall gate and walked towards her step by step.
Xuan, the red overlapping crown clothes were solemn and luxurious. When the servants in the room were dispersed, a little surprised flashed in Van Gogh's eyes. He opened the curtains and saw the person sitting upright on the bed. His lips curled up and smiled slightly: "This dress is complicated, do you ask the servants to retreat. Do you want to remove the clothes by yourself?"
Not far away, some enchanting white smoke rose from the Ruinao Jinshu furnace, and Bai Chu's expression was hidden behind the curling incense, which was a bit unfathomable.
"If I don't move, you won't move?" After drinking, a pair of slightly drunk eyes looked up with a smile, covering it with a layer of fog, and seducing the soul.
The meaning of this was obvious. Van Gogh squinted his eyes, took off his crown, walked to the edge of the couch, and looked at her from a distance.
Her cheeks were obviously flushed, not the color dyed on rouge, nor the color reflected on her wedding costume. She looked very seductive.
Today he was like her and drank a lot of wine.
Not getting drunk does not mean that he is not slightly affected by the drunkenness. The clear golden eyes, charming and charming, jumped into his eyes, like a breeze blowing across the cold mountain, bringing the belated spring color on the mountain, and sneaking into his heart.
Suddenly I felt my throat dry.
Van Gogh smiled, leaned slightly, and reached out to get the gorgeous jewelry on her complex bun.
As soon as his hand touched the golden silk shaking that was closest to him, he stumbled slightly, and his deep eyes slowly looked down, and his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
The jade fingers are slender, with a thin blade between them.
From his perspective, he couldn't see the blade, but he also knew that the blade body held by the palm of his hand was exquisite, and the hilt was engraved with complicated ancient divine patterns. It was the handle they used to cut their hair before they sacrificed to heaven and earth.
What kind of knife is, it doesn't matter.
What is important is where the knife stops.
Between his belt, his legs..., there is a place that cannot be clearly described in words, and the private parts that will be hidden in harmony will be immediately hidden.
On the wedding day, the wedding night was in the bridal chamber. Before he could start moving, he was already sad.
Van Gogh kept his movements just now, held his lips and widened the smile on his lips: "It's late at night, is this the wedding gift my wife gave her husband?"
The blade quietly shines in front of the finger.
Bai Chu passed the word "madam" in his mind, and the words "being husband" flashed in his eyes, and he responded softly with great obedience, and looked up slightly at him, "Well, it's a gift, do you like it?"
The smile on the corner of Vango's mouth froze again. He was sure that if he answered that he liked it, the knife would immediately cut it down neatly; if he didn't like it, the knife would slowly cut it back and forth. She would grind it carefully while cutting it, and would patiently ask him why he didn't like it.
A layer of coolness surged from his heart, rushed to his throat, and then descended to the base of his legs and the middle.
Seeing that he was reluctant to answer, Bai Chu shook the knife in his hand gently and said with a faint voice: "Where do you like it, or don't like it..."
The last "官" slowly took off the old days, and the ending "官" is short and straightforward.
The next moment, the crotch became cold.
Van Gogh felt a little nervous.
Through his pants, the thin blade was tightly pressed against him. The coldness on the blade was cold and penetrated through the thin clothing fabric layer by layer. Even if it was not cut, he subconsciously felt a little pain.
Van Gogh smiled on his lips, "This knife..."
I couldn't say anything later, and the knife moved back and forth along the shape of the place below him!
This feeling! It's simply!
There was a slight sound in the air, and the fabric of the clothes under my body seemed to be gently scratched.
Van Gogh tightened his legs.
Bai Chuqing raised his eyebrows, "How is this knife? Isn't it very good?"
Van Gogh pulled the corner of his mouth: "It looks good."
"I think it looks good, too." Bai Chu cut through the fabric under him with great satisfaction. "This knife is easy to use and fast, but I haven't tried it with it." She raised her eyes slightly, revealing a slightly expectant expression, "You think, is it your place is strong, or is it sharp?"
"This...is not like." Van Gogh was really honest.
"Why isn't it so good?" The blade moved a little bit down and pressed against his place. "I cut it with it, and it will come out immediately."
"If this is cut off, who will serve you in the future?"
Bai Chu replied with a reassuring smile, "It will grow back after being broken in two or three thousand years. If you break this thing, you will probably grow faster than your arms, right?"
Van Gogh took a deep breath, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Bai Chu's smile fell down and his expression was so serious in an instant: "I'll ask you one, you answer one."
"You ask."
"You stopped Bai Yi Jin Shen's last half of the heavenly thunder?"
"yes."
Bai Chu's expression slowed down, "I answered with a firm and straightforward answer."
"Bai Chu, you should know that I never lie to you."
"Well, you have never deceived me, but there are some things that I won't tell you if I don't ask you." Bai Chu moved his wrist and the knife turned a few inches to the side. "I was punished by heaven before. What is the real reason why you blocked the whip for me?"
Van Gogh frowned slightly between his eyebrows, "Maybe I don't want to see you and me having a bloody scar on your back when you married me?"
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, "Maybe?"
The blade flashed under the candlelight.
Van Gogh looked thoughtful, "Basically, I like to take the initiative to seek abuse?"
"Obviously?" The knife was slapped in his place with a heavy and light patted. Bai Chu looked up at him, "Van Gogh, I'll tell you something."
"you say."
"That was when I was a child. At that time, Ming Dynasty was just a mortal. One day, she made a lot of pastries on a whim and prepared for me and the children who played with me in the yard.
She made two kinds of pastries, one with jujube paste and one with red bean paste. The two kinds of pastries were made with the same mold, the same color, the same size and the same shape.
There were seven or eight children in the yard. She didn’t prepare so many pastries, and only six were prepared for each pastry.
She asked each child a question, and after that, she asked the child to take what he wanted to eat. In the end, everyone ate the pastry."
Van Gogh glanced at Bai Chu lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "She must have asked those children, which of the two kinds of stuffings, which one they like the most?"
"Yes, the child is easy to cheat. When she asked this, all the children thought they could only take the one they liked the most." Bai Chu looked back at him, "Do you know how I chose?"
"You are so smart, you must have taken both kinds of stuffing."
"I told Mingshi at that time that I like red beans more than date paste. Then, I took a piece of red bean cake and a piece of date paste cake."
Van Gogh's eyes flashed and dark, and he pondered for a while, "I remember you don't like sweets."
"Yes, I don't like sweets. So, although I like red beans more than date paste, I actually don't like both."
"so?"
"After I got the pastry, I took a bite of both pastries and threw them all." After a pause, "Van Gogh, you know my personality. Even if I don't like the thing, I will get it and throw it away after I use it." Bai Chu looked at him quietly, "So, do you still want to perfunctory me?"
After you get the things and use them, you will throw them away. The things include people.
"Okay, I actually want to keep my position and to despise your brother." Van Gogh curled the corner of his lips and gently played with the tiny tassels hanging down from Bai Chu's hair bun. "Bai Chu, are you sure you want to tell me about this on the day of your and my wedding, and during the wedding chamber?"
Bai Chu's eyes turned cold and his hands were swung neatly.
The silver light flashed, and Van Gogh relaxed his waist, blinked, and landed on the ground.
A short knife was inserted into the belt, reflecting the candlelight around it.
In a blink of an eye, Bai Chu hooked Van Gogh's neck with one hand, changed his face to a smile, and covered his chest with the other hand, wandered to his lapel, and reached into his clothes all the way, his voice so charming that it was so cool, "Of course, you have to live a good life..."
With her whisper, Van Gogh gently pulled out the swaying streak on her hair, and a strand of black hair was gone and scattered and fell.
The black hair was scattered, and there was a more charm. He took off a few hairpins on her hair. In an instant, the black hair was drooping down like a waterfall, landing on the bed, wrapping around his arms.
He felt her hand wandering all the way through his chest, passing through his lower abdomen, touching all the places he could touch, and then slid all the way down to the place he had threatened with a knife before and held it.
Lightly close and slowly twist.
Each subtle movement plucks the most beautiful heartstrings.
A little touched in Van Gogh's eyes, he didn't say anything, his dark eyes stared at her quietly, his eyes falling on the slight redness of her cheeks.
She was drunk, slightly drunk, not drunk.
He knew clearly.
But those two crimson reds are so confusing, and with her slightly raised eyes, she suddenly felt unchanged.
The clear eyes were cold as ice the moment before, but it was full of affection at this moment.
He could not tell whether that was true or not. The waves rippling in his eyes were like autumn water, rippling with danger, like the Manzhu Shahua blooming in front of the Forgetful River in the Underworld, which made people fascinated. But he knew that she told him seriously that both were true.
He put the jade jewelry in one hand aside, picked up her jaw, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Bai Chu, I want you."
Bai Chu narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you?"
Her eyes were shimmering, Van Gogh smiled, leaned over, and her lips covered her.
Bai Chu quickly took the thin lips he had sent and sucked gently.
He bit the other leopard of her lip and used some force to his teeth.
She opened her mouth reflexively, and her tongue that had been dipped in with wine took the opportunity to get in. The fragrance and spicy feeling wrapped around her.
He squeezed between her legs, pressed her shoulders, and pressed the person backwards...