(Cat flutter Chinese) The night on Yun Qin Peak was low, and a few traces of starlight outside the falling veil cooled into water marks, and a gust of wind squeezed into the window crack out of thin air to blow out the candle. Not all stations are the first romance starters, search for 151+ reading books and you will know. Jing Che sat in the dark for a long time, countless fragments of the past flashed in his mind, and a deep voice swirled gently in his ears, "Ah Che", "Ah Che", "Ah Che"......

She almost didn't remember how much she loved him, she loved him so much that she broke half her life and went to hell before she woke up, a moth to a fire could still ask for death, she loved the wrong person but couldn't die. Even now, she can't measure how much she hates him. But in the final analysis, it is only herself who repeatedly struggles in her emotions, he is so free and easy, his acting skills are superb, and even his affectionate appearance is seamless. She claimed to understand him, but she still planted it again and again.

It was late at night, Jing Che dragged his tired body into the inner room, and was about to lie on the bed, when he suddenly found that there was already a person lying on the bed, and he had been in the house all the time, and he didn't even notice the existence of outsiders.

She immediately pinched the spell alertly, and the man lazily raised his arm and squeezed her hand, easily defusing her attack, and with a force on his wrist, he pulled her whole person into his arms/>

"You-" Without thinking much about it, he knew who this person was, except for a hundred miles of wind, there was no second person in the world who could do so freely in Yunqin Peak, Jing Che was slightly angry, and gritted his teeth.

"Shh He gently put his index finger to her lips and motioned for her to silence. Slightly stunned by his strange movements, Jing Che thought that there was some potential threat, and gave up struggling there for a while.

"You know, Yun Qin Peak's white horse bones are spiritual, if someone comes to quarrel with them, they won't be happy to open it."

Jing Che was stunned, calculating that the day was almost June, and it was indeed time for the white horse bones to bloom.

Baili Fengjian's hand was on her waist, and he found a comfortable position to lay his chin lazily on her shoulder socket, and his voice came muffledly, sounding a very distant illusion: "It's strange to say, in the first year of her coming, everyone was upset by the noise, and the white horse bones were just as vigorous." ”

Jing Che didn't answer, she naturally knew that he had heard about himself from the mouth of the person he once loved the most, as if he was looking at himself on the other side across the shore, too far away and out of reach.

For a moment, all that was left of the darkness was the sound of their breathing.

"Sleep." He brushed her long hair slowly, and patted her back with relief, as if he had been familiar with it for years, and there was no need to explain the meaning of his actions.

Through the warm body temperature of his robe, Jing Che stiffened his muscles for a long time, and suddenly broke free from his arms with force, his eyes swept away the previous confusion, and he was extremely clear and decided: "What do you want to do, give me a good time." ”

Baili Fengma just smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Nian Sanniang and Hefu will go to the Cloud Soul Tiger Sleeping Ground in two days, and you will go with me." ”

"It's as simple as that?" Jing Che was slightly surprised, "Then why do you still act like you and do so many weird things?" ”

"Do you want me to force you to hand over the Mirror Boundary Stone with a knife, and then escort you to the Cloud Soul Tiger to sleep?" He asked lazily.

Jing Che concluded.

Silent smiled, and her voice was a little bitter: "The crane floats back from the dead, and I happen to have an old man who 'came back from the dead', is it really so coincidental in the world?" The truth will come out...... I just want you to join me in proving that man's innocence. ”

He continued: "In the past few days, I have often wondered if I was too arbitrary in the first place, why I only believed what I saw and not the ...... It's not a good thing to be too conceited. ”

His mournful voice sounded like a confession. Cat flutter Chinese