Gong Yuqing was forced to live on the Demon Mountain.

Dressed in a coquettish red dress, with long black hair, he was dressed exactly like Jiufangli.

She didn't like her dress like this, which made her original temperament of coldness and elf coexist become gaudy.

But no one cared about her opinion.

In this demon mountain, the words of Jiufangli are the holy decree, and everything else is floating clouds.

After asking Gong Yuqing some inexplicable questions the morning before, Jiu Fangli didn't continue to embarrass her, but just asked someone to clean up for her from head to toe.

When Gong Yuqing was worried that he would peek, he was insulted by Jiufangli.

"A woman a hundred times more beautiful than you has stripped naked here and begged me to pamper me, but I still disdain it, and your only merit is that you are simple and lovely, and I can't even mention half of your interest. ”

He pointed to the fire fox skin that served as a foot pad, smiled and said, "But I like beauty skin very much, and now I still lack a candle shade, I wonder if your skin fits?"

“......”

Gong Yuqing didn't want to say anything.

She is facing a real pervert, and compared to this pervert, she really seems very simple, cute and harmless.

Okay, she admitted.

At present, saving your life and escaping is the king!

So she also settled down in peace, quietly looking for an opportunity to break away from the demon clutches.

But this chance seems a little slim.

She originally thought that Jiufangli would always have a time to leave, and when the time came, whether she sneaked away or broke in, whether she sacrificed herself to protect her soul, in short, the chance of escaping was very great.

But three days passed, and he didn't even go out of the house.

Oh no, it's not like he hasn't been out, he's just moved from room to room.

During the day, he likes to stay in the empty hall, lying on the fiery fox skin, drinking tea and napping.

When eating, move to the dining room and return to the main hall after eating.

In the evening he returned to his bedchamber.

His daily life is to eat, drink and sleep, and she must follow what he does.

When he lies on the couch, she has to lie down on the couch, and when he drinks tea, she will drink tea, and when he sleeps, she will also sleep, and when he wakes up, she will wake up.

After three days, Gong Yuqing felt that her idle bones were about to rust.

And these are all things she can barely bear, what he can't bear is that he wants her to accompany him to drink, paint, play the piano and play the sheng.

He does this not so much as for his pleasure and for his idleness.

It's not that she won't, she just doesn't like it.

Since she was a child, she didn't like to be vassal, she only liked to dance with knives and sticks and fight with people.

When Gong Yuyao taught her to read and paint, Shen Yaohua often watched with a stick, and if she was not careful, she and her mother would fall asleep together.

They were also asleep, but she was the only one who was punished.

Or one of them asleep beats the other asleep.

Gong Yuqing felt aggrieved, but Shen Yaohua said eloquently that only by being versatile can he be respected and find a wishful man.

But she herself obviously doesn't know how to learn, hasn't she found a perfect man like Gong Yuya?

Shen Yaohua took advantage of the situation to tell her about her childhood, when there was no beautiful man in Yushu who taught her so gently and patiently.

She learned her words in the beating and scolding of the old goddess.

She didn't even have a chance to get in touch with those Yaleshi paintings and the like.

At that time, her father's praised eyes were as gentle as water, and her mother looked back at the pulse with affection, and then the two fell in love, leaving her to play the piano and paint alone, so it was not desolate.

It was not easy for her to get out of those unbearable days, and now to let her do those things is as uncomfortable as being punished.

Jiu Fangli also has a quirk, or he is lazy to the extreme, and he likes to lie down and do whatever he does.

When painting, you should lie down, and when you play the piano, you should lie down...... Almost everything is done with one hand, and even when I eat, I lie down.

"Alright, it's your turn to draw. ”

Jiu Fangli lazily threw the rice paper with her portrait in front of her, asking her to add the other half.

He drew her, and she should have drawn him too.

Gong Yuqing leaned on the edge of the couch, her little feet shrunk in the warm fox fur, and she also lazily picked up the paper on the ground, glanced at it and couldn't help pouting.

This is an appreciation, not a mockery.

The woman on the paper has black hair and red clothes, a touch of sorrow between her eyebrows, a trace of impatience at the corners of her lips, and many thoughts in her eyes, which traces all her thoughts on the paper.

He had been behind her, but the portrait seemed to be carefully drawn looking at her in front of her, and even the shape of her toes curled up in the fur of the fox was exactly drawn.

Gong Yuqing's eyes moved away from her toes, and she used her skirt to cover her jade white little feet tightly.

Her drawing skills were not good, and she had little patience, so she rolled up her sleeves and handed back the blank paper with a few brushes.

Jiu Fangli took it and looked at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and actually praised it.

This praise made Gong Yuqing can't help but raise her eyebrows.

She is obviously very perfunctory, but a lazy figure leaning on the couch, holding her cheeks with one hand and drinking tea with the other, the lines are very simple, and there is no fine depiction of her eyebrows and eyes.

is such a scribbled painting, he actually praised her?

Gong Yuqing snatched the drawing paper full of doubts, took a closer look and stuffed it back, feeling that although Jiufangli painting was good, his appreciation was really not good.

And in fact, she did draw very well.

At first glance, it looks simple and sloppy, but it paints the lazy boredom of Jiufangli very expressively.

Especially the phoenix eyes with slightly raised corners of his eyes, they did not draw a rippling divine light, but they rendered a deep in the coldness, which made his eyes look a little stormy.

"You're more transparent than I thought. ”

Jiu Fangli praised again.

Gong Yuqing pursed the corners of her lips arrogantly, and her eyes suddenly darkened, which made her feel a little frightened.

When she realized that it was Jiu Fangli's hair, his face was already in front of hers.

Gong Yuqing's reaction ability is already extremely fast, but it is always half a beat slower than Jiu Fangli's movements.

When she reacted again, Jiu Fangli was already floating in front of her like a ghost, and her satin-like black hair hung down all over her knees.

In an instant, she was enveloped in his scent, which at first was intense and hard to breathe, but then it was long and fresh.

"You are not infatuated with me, nor are you afraid of me, why?"

He asked a strange word in a strange posture, and smiled like a flower, which was both seductive and poisonous.

Gong Yuqing settled down, resisted the urge to push him away, lowered her eyelids and stared at the black and silky hair on her knees, and said slowly: "Who said I don't fear you?"

If she didn't fear him, she would have whipped him with a big ear scraper, stripped him naked, hung him up in the bazaar to save people, and then lifted his nest and patted his ass and left.

As for the infatuation?

Why should she be obsessed with a man who is strong on her everywhere and oppresses her all the time?

Is it because he is good-looking?