The firelight flickered, and the silhouette of Ruyi's figure was cast on the robe, and Bai Qinghan could see it clearly. She fiddled with her hair, and she gently untied Luo Shang...
Bai Qinghan suddenly felt a fire burning under his body, and it was extremely hot. There was nothing more than a thin shirt between the two of them. As long as he pulled off that piece of clothing, he could see Ruyi's unreserved body.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and was about to touch the material of the robe. Then he heard Ruyi, who was changing clothes inside, suddenly hum a small tune - playful and relaxing, which could not hide the little joy in her heart.
Bai Qinghan hesitated. She trusted herself so much. If there were other people around, she would rather die of cold than change clothes like this.
How could he... how could he betray this trust?
He took a deep breath, meditated and adjusted his breath, and finally subsided the heat three feet below his navel.
Ruyi changed her clothes, took out a comb from her bag, and gently combed her long hair. The firelight spread a layer of warm orange on her face, which was peaceful and quiet.
What a beautiful picture, how much I want to...just look at her like this forever. Bai Qinghan thought.
Ruyi couldn't avoid Bai Qinghan's hot gaze. He coughed twice and changed the topic: "Xiao Bai, I don't think this can continue."
Bai Qinghan didn't react yet. He stared at Ruyi and said casually: "What's wrong?"
Ruyi pouted and said seriously: "I'm telling you seriously. Look, we are leading Mr. Ji now. We run and he chases. But when will this stop? We can't live in the mountains and forests all our lives.
Don't go out. Once you go out, it may still affect others."
Bai Qinghan murmured: "I really want to live in the mountains and forests for the rest of my life... I'm afraid someone won't be happy..."
Ruyi ignored him and continued: "I always have to attend the wedding of my sworn brother and the princess. After the preparations are made there, as soon as Sumiao informs us, we will rush back and decide whether to go to Xijiang according to the situation.
It’s still Xiyang. You can’t take Mr. Ji, a scourge, with you..."
Bai Qinghan became serious when he heard this and said, "What do you mean?"
Ruyi stared at her surroundings, fearing that Mr. Ji had set up a trap nearby, so she leaned over and said in Bai Qinghan's ear: "We can't just sit back and wait for death, we have to take the initiative. If Mr. Ji doesn't get rid of him for one day, we will
Can’t live in peace…”
Bai Qinghan saw a ferocious look in Ruyi's eyes. This expression was completely different from her usual. It was a look that had been tempered by despair.
Once upon a time, Ruyi was a kind-hearted little girl who was not willing to trample an ant to death. But now, in order to protect the people she cares about, she is stained with blood and kills. When it is time to strike, she will show no mercy...
Bai Qinghan felt distressed for a while, and after the distress, he felt more helpless. He hoped that one day, when all this ended safely, he could be free from the world with her, and could see Ruyi again, who was cleaner than a blank sheet of paper when they first met...
The two discussed tactics until late at night before getting ready to rest. There were grasses everywhere in the wilderness. The two were not familiar with the terrain. The surrounding situation was very favorable to Mr. Ji. If he wanted to deal with the two of them, it would be easy to find an entry point.
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Therefore, the two of them could not rest at the same time. Bai Qinghan volunteered to stay up until midnight, letting Ruyi rest first.
As soon as Ruyi fell asleep, she was trapped by endless vague dreams. She dreamed of the breathtakingly beautiful peach forest, but this time she did not dream of her master Yan Xuanyi, or the depths of the peach forest.
The man in the red cloak and silver armor... This dream was filled with uneasy emotions - a strong wind swept through, and the vast peach forest turned into burnt black in an instant, and the black petals were like ashes of burning charcoal, flying lightly and silently.