The whole wedding ceremony went very smoothly.

The night is deep, the breeze is moving, the fragrance is elegant, the flowers and candles are shining, the thin curtain is swaying, and the room is full of light.

The people retreated, and there was silence in the dormitory.

The curtain shook gently, and the sound of the curtain beads hitting was clear and crisp.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes, Bai Chuduan sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the layers of veils cover, Van Gogh came in from the temple door, and approached her step by step.

The crown clothes overlapping Xuan and red were solemn and luxurious, and when he saw the servants in the room scattered, Van Gogh's eyes flashed with a little surprise. Lifting the curtain and seeing the person sitting upright on the bed, the corners of his lips hooked, and he smiled slightly: "This dress is complicated, you asked the attendants to step down, do you want to take off your clothes yourself?"

Not far away, a little enchanting white smoke rose from the golden furnace of Rui Naopin, and Bai Chu's expression was hidden behind the curling incense, with a bit of unfathomable.

"If I don't move, you won't move?" After drinking, a pair of slightly drunk eyes looked up with a smile, as if covered with a layer of fog, hooking the soul.

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious, Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, untied the crown on his body, walked to the couch, and looked at her closer.

Her cheeks are obviously flushed, not the color of rouge, let alone the color of the dress on her body, looking at it, very sultry.

Today, like her, he drank a lot of wine.

It's not to the point of being drunk, but it doesn't mean that it is not slightly affected by alcohol. The clear golden eyes were charming, and a glance jumped into his eyes, like a breeze blowing through the cold mountains, bringing the belated bright spring color on the mountain, sneaking into his heart.

Suddenly I felt my throat dry.

Van Gogh smiled, leaned over slightly, and reached for the ornate jewelry from her updo.

As soon as his hand touched the golden silk that was closest to him, he staggered slightly, and his deep eyes slowly looked down, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

The jade fingers are slender, with a thin blade between the fingers.

From his point of view, he couldn't see the blade of the knife, but he also knew that the blade of the knife held in the palm of his hand was exquisite, and the handle of the knife was engraved with complicated ancient god patterns, which was the one they used to cut their hair before they sacrificed to heaven and earth.

What kind of knife the knife is, it doesn't matter.

What matters is where the knife stops.

Lower his belt, his legs ...... In between, there is a place that cannot be clearly described in words, and a description of the chapter will immediately be harmoniously hidden.

On the day of the wedding, the candles in the cave room were flowered, and before he started to move, he already had the sorrow of Dandan.

Van Gogh maintained Fang Cai's movements, pulled his lips, and widened the smile on his lips: "In the dead of night, this is the wedding gift that Madame gave to her husband?"

The blade shone silently in front of his fingers.

Bai Chu passed the words "madam" and "husband" in his mind, his eyes flashed, and he responded softly and obediently, looking up at him slightly, "Well, it's a gift, do you like it or not?"

The smile on the corner of Van Gogh's mouth froze again, and he was sure that if he answered that he liked it, the knife would immediately cut down neatly, and if he didn't like it one after another, the knife would slowly cut down and back and forth, and she would cut his one while grinding it, and at the same time patiently ask him what he didn't like.

A layer of coolness came up from his heart, to his throat, and then down to the base of his legs, in the middle.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the knife in Bai Chu's hand shook slightly, and his voice was faint: "I like it, or I don't like it...... What?"

The last "Huan" is leisurely gone, and the word "what" at the end is short and crisp.

The next moment, the crotch was cold.

Van Gogh tugged at himself.

Through his pants, the thin blade was tightly attached to him, and the chill on the blade penetrated through the thin fabric of his clothes, even if he didn't cut it, he subconsciously felt a faint pain.

Van Gogh smiled on his lips, "This knife ......"

The rest of the words were indescribable, and the knife moved back and forth as if tracing the shape of the ground below him!

It's a feeling!

There was a soft sound in the air, and the fabric of the clothes under him seemed to be gently sliced apart.

Van Gogh tightened between his legs.

Bai Chu raised his eyebrows lightly, "How about this knife?"

Van Gogh tugged at the corners of his mouth: "It's good-looking." ”

"I think it's good-looking, too. Bai Chu was extremely satisfied and cut through a piece of fabric under him again, "This knife is quite easy to use and fast, but I haven't tried it to cut meat yet." She raised her eyes slightly, revealing a slightly expectant look, "You say, is it because your land is strong, or is it that its blade is sharp?"

"This ...... I'm afraid it's not good to compare. "Van Gogh was real.

"Why is it not so good?" "The blade moved down a little, against his place, "I'll cut it down, and it will come out in no time." ”

"If this is cut off, who will serve you in the future?"

Bai Chu replied to him with a reassuring smile, "A broken hand and a broken arm can grow back after two or three thousand years, if your thing is broken, it is estimated that it will grow faster than an arm or something, right?"

Van Gogh took a deep breath, "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

The smile on Bai Chu's face fell, and his expression was serious in an instant: "I ask you a question, and you answer." ”

You ask. ”

"Bai Yi Jin God's last half of the Heavenly Thunder was stopped by you?"

"Yes. ”

Bai Chu's expression eased, "I answered honestly." ”

"Bai Chu, you should know that I never lied to you. ”

"Well, you've never lied to me, but there are some things you won't tell me if I don't ask. Bai Chu's wrist moved, and the knife was deflected a few inches to the side, "I was punished by heaven before, what is the real reason why you blocked the whip for me?"

Van Gogh frowned slightly, "Maybe I don't want to see you and me still have a bloody scar on your back when you and I were newly married?"

Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, "Maybe?"

The blade glistened in the candlelight.

Van Gogh made a thoughtful look, "Maybe I like to take the initiative to find abuse?"

"Probably?" the back of the knife patted him lightly. Bai Chu raised his eyes to look at him, "Van Gogh, let me tell you something." ”

"You say. ”

"That was when I was a child, when Ming Shi was just a mortal. One day, on a whim, she made a lot of pastries for me and the children who were playing with me in the yard.

She made two kinds of pastries, one with jujube paste and one with red bean filling. Two kinds of pastries, made in the same mold, have the same color, the same size, and the same shape.

There were seven or eight children in the yard, and she didn't prepare as many pastries, only six of each.

She asked each child a question, and when she was done, she asked the child to take what he wanted, and at the end of the day, everyone had a pastry. ”

Van Gogh stared at Bai Chu lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "She must have asked those children, which of the two kinds of stuffing is the favorite?"

"That's right, kids are easy to deceive. When she asked, all the children thought they could only take the one they liked the most. Bai Chu looked at him back, "Do you know how I chose it?"

"You're so smart, you must have taken both fillings. ”

"I said to Ming Shi at the time that I like red beans more than jujube paste, and then, I took a piece of red bean cake and also took a piece of jujube paste. ”

Van Gogh's eyes flickered, and he muttered for a moment, "I remember you don't like sweets. ”

"Yes, I don't like sweets. So, although I like red beans more than jujube paste, I actually don't like either. ”

"So?"

"When I got the pastries in my hands, I took a bite of both pastries and threw them all away. After a pause, "Van Gogh, you know my temperament, even if I don't like something, I have to take it in my hands and throw it away when I use it." Bai Chu looked at him quietly, "So, do you still want to perfunctory me?"

Things are used and then thrown away, and things are inside, including people.

"Well, in fact, I just want to keep my position, and by the way, I should respond to your brother. Van Gogh hooked the corners of his lips, and his fingers gently played with the fine tassels that hung down from Bai Chu's bun, "Bai Chu, are you sure you want to tell me this on your wedding day, when you and I are in the cave?"

Bai Chu's eyes were cold, and his hand waved neatly.

The silver light flashed, Van Gogh's waist loosened, blinked, and fell to the ground.

The short knife was stuck in his belt, and the candlelight around it was faintly reflected.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Chu hooked Van Gogh's neck with one hand, replaced his face with a smile, and covered his chest with the other hand, moved to the hem of his clothes, and stretched all the way into his clothes, his voice was crisp to the bones, "Dongfang, naturally you have to live a good ......"

With her whispering, Van Gogh gently pulled out the swaying of her hair, and a wisp of green silk was unrestrained, scattered and drooped down.

The green silk was messy, and there was even more amorous style, he took off her hair and put a few hairpins, and in an instant the green silk hung down like a waterfall, fell on the bed, and wrapped around his arm.

He felt her hand move all the way over him, through his chest, through his lower abdomen, everywhere he could touch, and then, all the way down, to where he had threatened with the knife before, and held it.

Twist lightly and slowly.

A subtle action plucks the most beautiful heartstrings.

Van Gogh's eyes flickered a little, he didn't speak, a pair of dark eyes stared at her quietly, his gaze fell on the redness of her cheeks.

She was drunk, slightly drunk, not drunk.

He knew the way clearly.

But those two patches of crimson are so deceptive, with her slightly upturned eyes, suddenly her heart is difficult to move.

Those clear eyes were as cold as frost a moment ago, but they were full of affection at this moment.

He doesn't know which is true and which is false, the rippling waves in his eyes are like autumn water, and the ripples are dangerous, like the Manzhu Sawa blooming in front of the Lethe River in the underworld, which makes people fascinated. But he just knew that she really told him that both were true.

He put aside the jewel jewelry in his hand, picked up her jaw, and said in a dumb voice: "Bai Chu, I want you." ”

Bai Chu narrowed his eyes and said like a lan, "Why don't you want it?"

Her eyes were sparkling, and Van Gogh smiled, leaning over, her lips covering hers.

Bai Chu took a step ahead of him and took the thin lips he sent and sucked gently.

He bit down on the other side of her lip, his teeth straining slightly.

She reflexively opened her mouth, and her tongue that had been stained with wine took the opportunity to drill in, mellow, wrapped in spicy, and entangled her.

Squeezed between her legs, pressed her shoulders, and pushed the person backwards......