He propped up his tired body from the ground and sat down next to her, his eyes were misty, and he slowly reached out to caress her bare shoulders, the torn placket was a snow muscle moist and plump, floating slightly, his hands trembled and touched her thin shoulders, his fingertips seemed to be swimming in the melting snow and ice, smooth and cold......

He approached her, felt her slightly nervous breathing, her breath with a faint fragrance, slightly brushing his cheeks, at this moment his heart was like a drum, the sky was cracking, he could no longer breathe, his fingertips became hot, slowly slid from her shoulders to her back, along the straight and palpable spine to her soft waist, warm palms gently swirling in her waist socket......

His movements were rusty, clumsy, and very careful, and he pulled her towards him, trying to warm every inch of her jade body with his own temperature, but she was still so cold, like a fragile and lifeless snow, his blazing heat could only melt her, but after melting......

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He thought that her lips should be soft and warm, so he gasped deeply, leaned his cheek to her, stroked the hair behind her with one hand, and gently touched her cheek with the other, so close, so intimate, slowly passed his lips over, clicked on her slightly pursed lips, fitted again, summoned great courage, gently sucked her thin lower lip, and felt her taste and temperature.

The beauty fragrance is intoxicating, but the unintentional coolness exudes is piercing and heartbreaking.

He removed his lips and opened his eyes to see that even though she looked firm, pain was clearly written between her slightly frowning eyebrows, and her body took the initiative to meet them, while her lowered eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.

Gu Qinghuan, Gu Qinghuan, I have read the sage books for so many years, memorized tens of millions of Hongzhang poems, written splendid Wenhua, and had a Chinese strategy in mind, but at this moment, can you find a sentence, a word, to describe your loss?

At that moment, he suddenly realized in a trance that in this life, all his pain, frustration, and despair were not worth a name, Jiang Xiange.

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, pressed his forehead against hers, sniffed the fragrance of her green silk, so attached.

He finally stopped the temptation and came to a sad conclusion: "You don't want to...... You don't want to marry me...... Don't want to give it to me either...... You just don't want to...... Owe me ......"

"Qinghuan...... Qinghuan ...... "Her voice was like a crack, low and heartbreaking, she didn't know how to say, she didn't know how to apologize, she could only call his name, one by one lingering in his ears, tears falling on his neck.

Unbeknownst to her, her pain was a deadly love drug.

The sound beat like a drumbeat beat at his dead heart, and he even had that momentary terrible urge to abandon his reason, to abandon his conscience, to crush her, to ravage her, to possess her, to torment her, to hurt her, to do all the obscene deeds against her, until he suffocated, degenerated, and perished in desire, and died with her......

String song, string song, do you understand that your beauty is the beauty that makes people want to hurt so much, the beauty that should not exist in this ugly world, and the heinous sin of mortals......

But he won't, because he is Gu Qinghuan, even if he has more desires and impulses for her, he can't bear to see her have a trace of pain.

He let go of her, wrapped his cloak around her body, and hugged her as a friend, "Xian Ge, I won't ...... If you don't want to, I will never despise the beautiful woman. ”

He stood up, stood opposite her, bowed reverently, and bowed: "Xian Ge, please forgive me for my rude forgetfulness." ”

She shook her head with tears in her eyes: "Qinghuan...... Don't ...... like that"

"Don't worry, I won't ask you for anything, I won't get anything out of your innocence, and you don't owe me anything. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the cupboard, took out the clothing package that Jiang Xiange had brought, put it next to her, and said softly: "Xiange, you change your clothes, I'll send you home, I can't stay here." ”

Jiang Xiange's face was not dry, he thought about something, glanced at the package, and looked around the room with a godless gaze......

Ten days ago, when she moved in, Yu Sheng was so happy and happy, afraid that she would not live comfortably, so he kept buying good things for her, and bought this full house, and when he took her to see it, he looked like a child expecting her sister's praise......

And now it's all ......

She shook her head: "No, Qinghuan, I can't go, the matter is not over yet, I still have to continue to pretend to be Jiang Gu, I can't let Uncle Jiang's plan die because of tonight's incident, I can't let his hard work be in vain......"

At this time, she was still so worried about his father's plan, Gu Qinghuan's heart was deeply shocked, moved, and deeply worried, "But the string song ...... How can you stand these things and let you stay here? No, I can't let you suffer, and my father will never agree to it......

Jiang Xiange's eyelashes twitched, and he suddenly grabbed his wrist and pleaded, "No......! Qinghuan, you must not let Uncle Jiang know...... What Yu Sheng did to me tonight......"

The major events of the daughter's family are naturally particularly sensitive, Gu Qinghuan hurriedly promised and promised: "Don't be afraid of the string song, I won't tell my father, and I will never let others know, you don't have to worry, how can I let your reputation be damaged?"

"Okay......" She paused to put down her hand, grabbed the clothes wrapped around her again, looked sluggish, and asked him: "Then Qinghuan, what should I do with Yu Sheng's corpse?"

He said: "When it goes deeper, there are fewer people in front, I will go and bring the family's carriage and transport the body to the wilderness outside the city to be buried, so that no one will find it." ”

Jiang Xiange shook his head: "No, don't worry, let's go back and ask Uncle Gu first...... Yu Sheng's death, he can't not know ......"

Gu Qinghuan thought about it and felt that she was thoughtful, "Hmm...... What about Uncle Jiang?"

Thinking of his father, Jiang Xiange felt sad in his heart, pursed his lips and said, "Can't let my father know about tonight...... Yu Sheng was raised by his father and cultivated with one hand, if he knew that Yu Sheng actually ...... to me My father must have been heartbroken...... Qinghuan, I can't let my father know that you killed Yu Sheng, do you understand?"

Gu Qinghuan bowed: "Indeed, I understand." But in that case, we'll have to lie to our uncle......"

He groaned, and when he saw Jiang Xiange's eyes glistening to his words, he hurriedly leaned down and said with relief: "It's better to deceive him than to make him sad, isn't it?"

Jiang Xiange nodded, grabbed the corner of his clothes, shrank back on the couch, and curled up again, "That's it...... Qinghuan, you better hurry home and discuss with Uncle Gu how to deal with Yu Sheng, and let him decide. ”

"Well......" he retreated out, reluctantly looked at her for the last time, on the messy silk brocade bed, the beauty lowered her eyes and saw the grace, a ripple suddenly appeared in her heart, and the love and pity were deeper, the fragrance of jade skin that he smelled not long ago seemed to still snort, and it was as unbearable as a hundred claws scratching his heart, he forced himself not to turn his head, turned away, as if it was a sin to look at it again.

It was late at night when he rushed back to the house, and when Gu Qingxuan was sleeping peacefully, he was awakened by his knock on the door.

Gu Qinghuan entered his father's bedroom, knelt down, and his voice trembled, "Father, I killed someone......"