When speaking cannot solve the problem, people will subconsciously start to take action, and this action is often not within the mind of the brain. Therefore, Bai Chu, who did not carry such things as reason, lifted Van Gogh from the bathhouse and pressed it on the ground.
No more than half of the matter was considered before and after.
The man pressed his shoulders were covered with water, his palms were wet and very slippery.
Her whole body was pressing against him, and her clothes were wet with the water on his body.
The man who came out of the water had water vapor all over his eyebrows and eyes. He was pressed down and looked up at her. The water droplets on his chin slid down the graceful arc of his chin, slid across his neck, and bypassed the Adam's apple.
Then, he slid along the collarbone to his chest.
The man's face is already stunning, and it is more beautiful than his stunning appearance. It must be that he has a confused look with water vapor in his eyes after he went out of the bath.
The two of them were close together, and Bai Chu looked at him condescendingly and swallowed.
Van Gogh smiled slightly.
A smile makes you charming. It is like the red plum blossoms suddenly blooming in the snow in winter, and the blooming is so bright that it makes people open their eyes.
Bai Chu stared at him fiercely and spoke word by word: "Van Gogh, I'm angry."
"I know." The Adam's apple moved lightly, his voice was as gentle as the wind. He looked at her quietly, stretched out his hand to stroke her eyebrows and eyes that were close to her. "You will be angry, I'm very happy."
"I was angry and felt very uncomfortable." Her eyes were cold, and there was no warmth in her words. "Van Gogh, I hate you're so irritating me."
The corners of the lips curled up gently smiled: "Well, I hate it."
She sat on his waist and abdomen, pressing her whole body against his chest, and she rolled and said viciously: "Van Gogh, burn the long couch that was lying by someone!"
His hand moved away along her eyebrows and gently slid her hair in front of her because she was facing down and walked behind her ears: "Okay, it's burned."
"And this bathhouse has a scent of snakes, fill it up!"
He smiled slightly: "Okay, fill it out."
Then her expression calmed down a little, and she freed up a hand to scrape off the water droplets on his eyebrows: "Van Gogh, demolish this bedroom."
"Okay, it's removed."
Without asking why or asking why, we understand each other. In a simple sentence, the most exquisite palace in the entire Demon Palace has already destined to its fate.
Bai Chu looked at him with his eyelashes and his fingers carefully depicted his eyebrows and eyes: "Van Gogh, don't make me angry."
Van Gogh raised his lips and walked down her ears, gently embraced her waist. The next moment, he exerted force in his hand and turned dizzyly, pressing Bai Chu under him.
Originally, the clothes were wide open, but now they were completely opened due to the force of movement. Bai Chu raised his eyes and saw the man's strong chest below the neck. She subconsciously looked down along her chest. Fortunately,
, wearing pants on the lower end.
Van Gogh looked down at her and glanced under her eyes: "Do you want me to take off this? Or do you take it off?"
Bai Chu hummed and looked away.
The sunlight outside was reflected in the bathhouse through the window stems, and the water was shimmering, and it was reflected on her face repeatedly. Van Gogh looked at her face with his eyes. The woman's face was bright, white and delicate, with delicate eyebrows and eyes.
As transparent as glass.
It was a face that never gets tired of looking at it. He smiled slightly: "Bai Chu, why did you ask me to demolish the entire temple? Just because you are my fiancée?"
The last word in his head was slightly raised, dragging it long and long. He smiled with his lips, and even his eyes were filled with smiles.
Such a smile came to Bai Chu's ears and felt inexplicably panic. It was like a string that was just a light lift, and it was clearly just a very light sound, but it made such a heavy sound, and the strings trembled.
, and the entire piano body also vibrated slightly.
She and he knew very well that she never lived for the title of a demon fiancée. So, why did she say that? Why did she say that? Why did she say that?
Just because you don’t like to see something that is about to belong to you being touched by others?
It's not like this, she knows that she has never been like this. So, what should it be like?
Only by caring can you care. Only by caring can you care.
She was confused at this moment. She hurriedly wanted to look away, avoid his eyes, and escape his smile, but her eyes were fixed where they were and she refused to move them.
She found that her face was slightly hot, like a fire, and even her ears were not spared.
She didn't know what it felt like, but this feeling came suddenly and for no reason, and she couldn't control it at all.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at him at a loss: "Van Gogh, what's wrong with me?"
Van Gogh gently stroked her face, and his eyes like jade didn't have the same deep concentration as they are now. He looked at her carefully, not letting go of any expression on her face, with a solemn look in his eyes, without a smile at all.
Meaning: "Bai Chu, you blushed."
"Face, red, right?" Bai Chu looked at him blankly.
The dark jade-like deep eyes were darker and the thin lips were slightly opened: "Bai Chu, have you fallen in love with me?"
There is a gloomy meaning in the words, and there is no sign of joy or anger.
"How is it possible? This is impossible!" She pushed him away, stood up from the ground, trying her best to cover up the panic in her eyes.
Van Gogh frowned and also got up from the ground, looking at her side: "Bai Chu, you will bother me like this."
"There are more than your Majesty who botheres you."
He had no smile on his face, and even his words were cold: "The God would better control himself well. Otherwise, it would cause a lot of trouble to me."
Bai Chu also had a cold face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will never cause any more trouble for Your Majesty."
"God, it's easy to leave, I won't send you off." He coldly issued the order to expel guests.
"Goodbye." She turned around and left, leaving brittle.
The awkwardness of the two people came very quickly, and everyone knew what the awkwardness meant.
The reason why Van Gogh had a good relationship with Bai Chu was simply thinking that it was more suitable for them to be together. Bai Chu agreed to marry Van Gogh because they were the most suitable for them.
These two fits include status, personality, habits, joy and anger, and cultivation, but only feelings do not include feelings. They can be together naturally, get close to each other naturally, and be intimate naturally,
This nature completely excludes feelings.
They all have each other in their eyes and see themselves in their eyes. Even if they have feelings, they should be like-minded feelings. There are more than friendships and fewer than lovers. They are in such an environment
Only then can you get along with each other very freely.
Therefore, Bai Chu could tell him directly in front of Van Gogh that she liked Chi Su very much. Therefore, Van Gogh could watch Bai Chu fall in love with Chi Su without any obstruction in it.
It’s not that they cannot have other feelings, but at the beginning, neither of them took this into consideration.
Once this kind of thing suddenly changes, the situation that the two originally expected will begin to change.
This situation is a bit troublesome and a bit tricky.
It made both of them reconsider the way they should get along with each other in the future.
In fact, this kind of thing will not be a big problem anywhere, but these two people are usually not awkward, and they will be awkward for a long time when they get awkward.
The palace with only one person is cold and quiet.
Van Gogh, who had been silent for a long time, looked up all his eyes and felt disgusted. He brushed his sleeves out of the hall: "Come on, demolish the bedroom to me."
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The temple was demolished by Van Gogh, and Bai Chu was not very good.
She returned to Qingqiu and found that Hua Yi was missing.
He was seriously injured and had just recovered. His fairy energy was unstable. Where could he run?
The first thing she thought of Black Hair, she searched everywhere but failed, and Black Hair was no longer there?
There was something strange about Black Hair, and now he disappeared with Hua Yi. It is necessary to say that it is not strange.
He concentrated his mind and used his spiritual sense to search. The entire Qingqiu area could not find any breath.
Bai Chu sank his face and walked quickly to the main hall. Even if he didn't want to see the man beside Jun Shang, she would not want to see him in the current situation. No matter how many people and things in Qingqiu can escape the eyes of Jun Shang.
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As a result, when he entered the main hall, he saw Bai Yi sitting at the table to write a note.
Her heart skipped a beat: "Bai Yi, where is the Lord?"
Bai Yi's eyes moved out of the pile of folds, and he looked disappointed: "I'm going out with the same person."
Ignoring the two words "Friends" and Bai Chu frowned: "Have you gone out? Where have you gone?"
"Your Majesty didn't say that. Anyway, he left Qingqiu."
Everything goes wrong.
Hua Yi is not in Qingqiu. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with Qingqiu. Bai Chu comforted himself, and the more he thought about his chest, the more he became more depressed. His heart was beating, and there was no place to fall in love with him.
A good premonition comes out of thin air.
The cold wind in winter kept blowing, and she walked out to the right side of the main hall. There was a game of chess on the stone table in the courtyard. She glanced at it casually and was shocked.
The black and white chess pieces are intertwined with sharp edges, and each one does not avoid giving in, and dies together.
Her heartbeat suddenly felt a sharp pain. Bai Chu covered her chest and her face turned pale. She felt strongly uneasy.
God's premonition has always been very accurate.
The last time I felt uneasy, Bai Mu died.
This time, it feels even stronger than the last time.
She ran back to the main hall in almost panic: "Bai Yi!"
Bai Yi looked up at her from the pile of memorials: "Auntie, what's wrong?"
"From now on, you will always follow me, don't move away from me!" When she said this, the confusion and panic in her eyes were obvious, but her face was serious, and she looked cold, her eyes unwavering for a moment
Zhuozhuo stared at him, afraid that he would disappear from her if he accidentally did.
She didn't want to see the loss, she didn't want to.
Bai Yi was stunned when she looked at her sudden change of expression, stared at her for half thought, and stood up from her position: "What happened?"
"I don't know." She stared at his face, suppressing the growing feeling of anxiety in her heart, "But it may be a big deal."