Also, if you don't feel half the warmth, even if you drink too much wine, it won't help.

Every time he came, Ji Biqin would prepare a pot of osmanthus brew for him, and the mellow fragrance alone made him nostalgic-

This time, too-

Under the moonlight, the man's steps were extremely light, and there were no footprints left on the thick snow.

Huang lightly pulled aside, a few times, spread a white blanket, she knelt on the side of the case, full of green silk like a waterfall, in this snow moon, the contrast between black and white, under the cold moonlight, actually collided with an amazing beauty.

The man walked across from her, knelt down lightly, a few strands of slightly curly black hair under the cloak, hanging down on his waist, even if he couldn't see his face, Huang Qingwan could know that this person must be a demon who has fallen over the country.

Huang Qingwan always had a faint smile on his face, fingers like thin onions, poured him a full cup of osmanthus brew, and gently handed it to him with both hands, "My lord, please-"

Her voice was as good as a jade bead falling on the plate, and the person was stunned, why did he never find out that this woman who was rescued by him and pulled into the magic path by him could be so beautiful?

Even if Ji Biqin accepted the technique of devouring faces, even if she became Ji Bangyue's appearance, he never saw her as Ji Bangyue for a moment.

However, tonight, Ji Biqin gave him a very different feeling.

He stretched out his hand, his hand was very white, it was the kind of almost sickly pale, and gently followed the osmanthus brewed by Huang lightly, his favorite was the fragrance of osmanthus that seemed to be nothing, one by one from the nose, straight to the bottom of the heart, so that the whole person, as if entering a paradise with no dispute.

Another reason why he let Ji Biqin stay by his side may be that she can make a good wine--

Huang lightly lowered his eyes slightly, and landed on his pale and slender fingers, this person's left middle finger was wearing a black jade ring, and the aura on the black jade was very weird, very similar to the aura of the ghoul in her hand.

"What are you looking at?" The man was holding a green jade wine glass, just sniffing, and was not in a hurry to taste it, seeing that Huang's light gaze fell on his hand, from his point of view, she and Ji Bangyue, at this moment, seemed to be full of ten-

Such an expression made his heart move inexplicably.

"I'm looking, my lord's hands, they're so beautiful—" Huang Qingwan suddenly raised his head and smiled at him, his red eyes full of sincerity.

It wasn't a deliberate sycophancy, but the man's hand, really, very beautiful, with distinct joints, slender, like a delicate work of art, but it looked too pale, as pale as a dead man-

And at such a close distance to this person, she couldn't detect any vitality in him.

It was as if sitting in front of her was a talking corpse.

Her sincerity fell directly into the man's eyes, and he was stunned for a moment before he slowly laughed, "Do you like my hands?" ”

Huang Qingwan always had a smile on his face, and replied very sincerely, "Everything about adults, Xinyue likes it." ”

"Hehe--" The man was silent for a moment because of her words, and then he laughed insolently-

His voice is low and magnetic, even if he laughs so presumptuously, it is not harsh at all, on the contrary, there is a feeling that people can't help but feel excited.

Huang Qingwan tried not to be quiet, in front of this person, she better talk less.