"Why did it take so long for you to come back?" Lan Wujiang buried his head in Feng Zhao's arms, his soft hair hanging behind his ears and letting Feng Zhao play with it.

"Not next time." Feng Zhao didn't explain anything, just sighed slightly.

"Hmmm......"

Lan Wujiang muttered quietly in the wind's arms, and the whole person softened into a ball.

Feng Zhao gently pinched the tender flesh on Lan Wujiang's body, she snorted softly, and Feng Zhao's eyebrows curled.

This feel...... I really can't put it down.

It's like the warm white jade inkstone, and I can't touch it enough.

"It's almost dawn, can you go back to sleep?" Feng Zhao's fingers rubbed the back of Lan Wujiang's head.

Lan Wujiang rubbed in Feng Zhao's arms with sleepy eyes.

Feng Zhao's eyes dimmed, and his throat was inexplicably dry.

"Bang."

There was a crisp sound, and the porcelain bowl slipped from the eaves and smashed into the hallway.

The porcelain tiles reflect the spiritual light that has not yet faded.

The two people on the roof have long since disappeared, leaving only the warm room to make incense.

Before the night dawned, the moon set and the sun rose, and the two jars of gold wine rested next to the door of Lan Wujiang's bedroom.

A bird with red and white feathers stood on the edge of the eaves, its head tilted, and its throat singing softly.

"Miss, something is wrong!" The maid knocked anxiously on the door, Lan Wujiang lay down for only an hour, she had a faint dark green under her eyes, and Feng Zhao squinted and slept next to her.

Seeing that someone called Lan Wujiang, he reached out to help Lan Wujiang straighten his chicken-like hair.

"Come in." Lan Wujiang's voice was slightly hoarse, his cheeks were tinged with a faint layer of pink, and his eyes were bright.

"Miss, last night Lan Mansion killed twelve guards in a row, each guard was gouged out of the eyeballs, and it is rumored in the house that the Rakshasa bird brought back by Miss did it, the eldest lady wants to ask you for guilt, and grandpa is also waiting for Miss."

Lan Wujiang smiled sarcastically, and before he could speak, the white rouge flew down from the eaves, and a burst of red mist slammed away.

The frightened maid weakened her knees, fell straight to the ground, looked at the white rouge with beautiful eyes, and said inarticulately, "Monster! Miss save me, there are monsters!"

Bai Rouge sneered, bent down and grabbed the maid's collar suddenly, slapped it, and smacked it on the maid's face, "Put your mother's bullshit, the old lady didn't kill anyone last night, and the restless house is blamed on the old lady, I think you are looking for death!"

The corners of Lan Wujiang's lips twitched, and he glanced at the maid meaningfully, "Okay, I'll see what the hell is going on with me later." ”

White Rouge glared at the maid unwillingly, and finally let go of her hand.

The maid trembled, her face was pale, and she smelled the strange fragrance of the white rouge as if she had smelled poison.

"What's your name?" Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows.

"Slave and maid ...... late," the maid looked up tremblingly.

"Go and let Liu Qing come to serve me to change clothes, you go to report to Mrs. first, and say that I will come in a while." Lan Wujiang lowered his eyes and watched Feng Zhao pilllow his head on her lap at this time, and his eyelids jumped slightly.

Xiao Wan made a promise, and ran away from Qinghuan Building with a roll.

Bai Rouge coughed twice unconsciously, indicating that he could also see Feng Zhao's existence.

"I'm ......," she said.

"It's okay, I won't let them touch you." Lan Wujiang slightly parted his blushing face, and although his voice was small, it reassured Bai Rouge.

"That's good."

Bai Rouge smiled, and her demonic face became a little more charming.

She helped Lan Wujiang lock the door.

Then he clasped his hands to his chest, lazily leaning against the door frame and waiting for Liu Qing to appear.

The first day of entering Lan Mansion was not peaceful. 3800

Want to splash dirty water on her?

Wish for the moon.

The white rouge eyes are world-weary, and when he doesn't seduce people, his face is cold and fierce, and no one dares to move forward.

It was as if within three meters of her would be crushed and scattered.

"She can see you too......" Lan Wujiang tucked Feng Zhao's white hair behind his ears, his collar was wide open, and his snow-white skin was dangling in front of Feng Zhao's eyes.

But she didn't realize how dangerous this behavior was in front of men.

She was very relieved of Feng Zhao.

Subconsciously think that their relationship should be so intimate.

"She, like you, is half a demon and half an immortal, so she can see me." Feng Zhao sat up suddenly, turned over and bullied.

The strong and powerful arms were propped up on both sides of Lan Wujiang, leaning over and pressing down, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

Lan Wujiang's breath was entwined with his.

Lan Wujiang's heart beat faster, and he shrank into the quilt again, muttering, "Are there many half-demons and half-immortals in this world?"

"Not much, only you, she was born because she is a Rakshasa bird, and she is the only Rakshasa who dares to devour the eyes of demonic beasts and the resentment of monks." His hair hung down in Lan Wujiang's ears.

Lan Wujiang's face turned even redder.

Feng Zhao chuckled, his lips opened slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he deliberately approached Lan Wujiang to speak, "It's so hot......"

Lan Wujiangyu's hand stretched out from the quilt, the sleeves of her white and tender arms slipped off, revealing her entire arm, she gently put her hand on Feng Zhao's forehead, and then touched the back of her hand with her forehead.

"It's normal...... It's not hot at all. ”

Lan Wujiang's voice became smaller and smaller, and he was suddenly a little afraid of Feng Zhao, who was now in shape.

The male aggression is strong, taking up every inch of space in this small bed curtain.

"Really?" Feng Zhao gently brushed Lan Wujiang's soft lips before Lan Wujiang lowered his head.

A fleeting touch.

Let Lan Wujiang freeze his whole body.

Feng Zhao lay back beside Lan Wujiang, his big hands stubbornly clinging to Lan Wujiang's thin waist and holding her in his arms.

"That's probably because I'm feeling wrong." He chuckled, Lan Wujiang turned his head in hindsight, and looked at Feng Zhao with rippling eyes, "Did you kiss me just now?"

"How come, you are my master, you don't dare to commit a crime." Feng Zhao's eyes were deep, and he was talking serious nonsense.

"I accidentally bumped into ......," Lan Wujiang was inexplicably a little disappointed.

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and attacked Lan Wujiang's bottom line little by little, "Then do you mind?"

"Or... Do you hate me?"

Lan Wujiang gently pressed Feng Zhao's lips with his fingers, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, "I don't hate you." ”

"Thank you for sending me the lantern yesterday." Lan Wujiang took out the hosta from under the pillow.

His eyes were full of attachment and affection.

Feng Zhao's heart slowly fell, he held Lan Wujiang's hand, and then slid it again, his fingertips touched the small silver pendant on it, and the Adam's apple rolled, "I'll send you better ones later." ”

"It doesn't need to be better, I like everything you send."

It's about liking you as a person, and it has nothing to do with things.

Lan Wujiang grabbed Feng Zhao's big hand, put the hairpin down, and his fingertips slid through the lines of his palm.

"Miss......"

Liu Qing called out to Lan Wujiang weakly outside the door, looking at Bai Rouge standing far away, with a layer of goosebumps behind him.