Time will dilute one's memory, but it can never erase one's grief.

She hadn't thought about the past for too long, and she thought she couldn't remember it, but as long as Bai Zi was drawn in front of her, it seemed that someone was constantly tearing a blunt knife on her heart. Although she will no longer feel pain after dying for a long time, she still feels the heavy sorrow in her chest overflowing like sea water, drowning her again and again.

Sitting on the couch, he smiled like silk on his face, and slowly stretched out his hand to Bai Zihua.

Before, she thought that her face was like a frozen stone, no matter how much she squeezed it, it would be blank, but after Bai Zi painted it, there would always be some inexplicable, weird, and very very different expressions on it. Then she understood that it wasn't her face, it wasn't her body. Like a broken butterfly, she enclosed herself in a hermetically sealed transparent container called the Demon God, enjoying quiet solitude until she suffocated to death.

But when she saw Bai Zi draw, she couldn't help flapping her wings and wanted to come out, hitting the flesh and blood again and again. finally realized that he had no way out and could no longer get out. So she began to want to put Bai Zihua in a container.

Looking at Hua Qiangu's outstretched hand, Bai Zihua didn't respond, just turned sideways and lay quietly on the couch. The room was still large and empty, his heart had long been accustomed to this coldness, but his body was not used to it, and most of his body was a little numb from the cold.

Hua Qiangu looked down at him, and never thought that there would be a day when he would lie next to him. The posture is still elegant and calm, and the expression is quiet and relieved. It's like he's been asleep for a long, long time, and people can't bear to wake him up, let alone dirty him.

With a flick of her fingers, the light went out, and she sank into silence in an instant, and the feeling of being wrapped in darkness was both solid and hollow, as if there were countless hands entangled and captive her limbs, tugging from side to side.

"Is it cold?"

Bai Zihua didn't answer, as if he was already asleep.

Conjure up a quilt and gently cover him. The hand finally couldn't help but cover his cheek in the darkness.

She actually liked him to be pale and fragile, at least she could be close and touchable, and she could take care of him and protect him as she always wanted to, not just watching from afar.

Feeling the cold and smooth fingers roaming over his face, Bai Zihua frowned slightly. Then I heard a quiet sigh, like a kite floating in the air, and suddenly the line broke.

The man lay down beside him, holding one hand across his chest and holding it gently. There was a faint fragrance in the air, and Bai Zihua knew that she was in a good mood at the moment, and if she was angry, the fragrance of flowers would become rich and unpredictable.

I felt the soft body move closer a little more obliquely, clinging to my arm. The flat body that used to stick to itself is now bumpy. His face burned red, and he was a little glad that the piece was hiding his darkness.

He didn't feel the shame of being insulted, let alone ** Hua Qiangu was just the coquettish child in his eyes. She's throwing a tantrum, but she's not going to hurt him.

But in the end, they are masters and apprentices, and they shouldn't lie on the same couch and be embarrassed by the etiquette, blame himself in the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, he felt the hand on his chest slowly move up to untie his clothes, he was startled, held the unruly little hand, and scolded softly: "Little bone!"

"Didn't you pretend to be asleep? There was a hint of amusement in his voice. The other hand climbed up again, and he held it firmly again.

Hua Qiangu didn't move, his chin rested in his shoulder socket, and let his hands be in his palms. When he was still an immortal, his whole body was cold. Now that he is a mortal, he is warmer, but he is covered in cold.

As if he felt that it was inappropriate, Bai Zihua let go unnaturally, and immediately broke free of that hand, flexibly untied his neckline and opened the placket.

Cold air poured in from his chest, and before Bai Zihua could react, the person beside him had gently rolled over and fell on top of him.

The scent in the air is thick and intoxicating.

"How do you sleep without taking off your clothes?"

Listening to the words full of smiles, Bai Zihua was not angry, but a little helpless. The slight hoarseness of his voice and the undisguised eagerness made him a little flustered.

Hua Qiangu meekly bent down, lying on his chest with a sideways face like a small animal, looking up at his flawless chin, cold breathing became a little hot, Bai Zihua only felt that his neck was wet and itchy, but there was nowhere to hide.

She used to be small, but now that she has grown up, she is still small and pressed on her body, as if she has no weight.

Hua Qiangu could feel the boiling ** in his body, and the restlessness writhed gently on him. The tip of his nose rubbed between him, pulled his collar and buried his head between his neck, took a deep breath uncontrollably, and then opened his mouth and bit down.

The familiar feeling of being punctured by teeth, Bai Zihua trembled for a moment, and then quickly regained his composure, let her suck, without any struggle or dissatisfaction, he knew that this was all what he owed her, so the blood debt was paid for in blood.

There is silence, only the □ and swallowing sound of flowers and bones sound a little bit**. The pleasure of blood loss seemed to float in the air, numb, and blank. Hua Qiangu hugged him so tightly, as if she wanted to melt him into her body with the blood. At first, the crimson rain gradually faded, and the pink powder was scattered everywhere, and it was the peach blossoms of the Yao Pond that year.

Is there bliss in the world, if there is, at this moment.

Feeling the blood of Bai Zi's painting flowing into his body, it was as if he had come back to life, and all the pain was gone.

The consciousness is still quite clear, knowing that taking care of his body, he reluctantly raised his head, and his mouth seemed to be reminiscing, as if he was not satisfied.

Bai Zihua relaxed, let out a long breath, and the next moment he immediately tensed, because Hua Qiangu refused to waste a drop of licking his neck.

This posture was too ambiguous and lingering, and he turned his head uncomfortably to dodge Hua Qiangu, but he bit him with tiger teeth punitively. Her eyelashes were too long, and as she moved, she brushed all over the place, itching all over the place, until she felt like she was in her heart.

After a long time, the person on his body finally did not move, and his even breathing seemed to be asleep. Bai Zihua looked down and still had his eyes wide open, and he looked a little scary in the dark night. Always awake to sleep, easy to have nightmares and easy to be woken up, although she has been sleeping for so long, she hasn't really had a moment of peace, right?

Feeling a little distressed, she reached out and put her hand over her eyes, and slowly closed it downward. I wanted to put her aside and not sleep on myself, but I was afraid that I would accidentally wake her up, so I went with her. The dizziness of blood loss and the tiredness of exhaustion made him fall asleep quickly.