The cold rain was falling in patter outside the hall, and the air was a little damp.
The huge palace seems a bit deserted.
Bai Lian braved the rain and touched the round pebbles in his pockets in the courtyard pond, and took a bowl of clean rainwater from under the eaves.
The rainwater boiled, and the round stone was soaked in the boiling water and scalded. Then it was wrapped tightly in gauze and placed in the belly of the sleeping woman on the bed, letting her hold it.
Over and over again, the wind blew, the rain drenched him, the alcohol gradually dissipated, and Bailian's still somewhat clear consciousness gradually began to become confused.
When sober, people can always restrain their emotions cruelly and build a strong wall to make themselves look less sad.
But when the alcohol invades, the willpower seems to become useless and soft, and for a while, I don't even have the energy to think.
I could only let my drunkenness flow, and my body seemed to be burning with an unquenchable fire. My body, which had always been cold all year round, seemed a little uncomfortable with such a body temperature.
Balian casually pulled open his clothes and took out a string of water drop pendants exposed around his neck. The cool temperature hit the back of his hand, making him lower his head and take a few more glances.
Bailian stared at it for a long time, his consciousness becoming a little blurry, and then he recalled that this was something the Qingshui female officer gave him on the way out of Ziwei Pavilion.
It's the tears of the immortal.
For some reason, when Balian saw this, he felt a little irritable.
He tugged at the fine silver pendant, trying to pull it off.
However, I found that the chain was extremely tough, even though it hurt my palms, it was still hanging firmly around my neck.
After all the tossing, the heat and dryness in his body became increasingly uncontrollable, forcing him to find a cool place to cool off.
Looking around, he saw the woman in white lying on the couch with her head propped up and her eyes closed, holding the warm pebble hot bag in one arm.
Even though she was so tepid when she was drunk, even if she was unclear, she was by no means an unreasonable temperament.
Even her temper seemed to be more docile and obedient than usual. When she was asked to hug the warm stones, she did so obediently.
The silhouette of a pair of clear eyes is like a calm green mountain and lake, the wind and spirit are calm.
The small building is cold and the curtains are hung low at night.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance.
The light rain and clear wind, the snowy and thin people seem to be seeing history.
Immortal tears emit a quiet glimmer in the light of lamps and candles.
In a daze, the moment their eyes met, Balian suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have experienced a long wait.
And similar to the scene before him, it seems that this is not the first time in his life that he has experienced smoke and dust.
The mountains and rivers have not changed, and the tung flowers are thousands of miles away. It seems that someone else is caring about this acquaintance and encounter in the tender years.
Balian stared blankly for a long time. He staggered and tried to stand upright to open the window and blow on the welding seam, but his feet caught his own belt and staggered.
The remaining energy of Sanqingjiang surged up like a tidal wave, and he fell straight towards the bed, top-heavy.
My face fell towards the edge of the bed, and it must have been very painful when it hit me hard.
Balian closed his eyes subconsciously, but the expected pain of falling did not come, and the collar on the back of his neck was instantly held by a soft and slender hand.
Balian opened his eyes with difficulty, and met a pair of deep and quiet eyes in his blurred vision.
The slightly cool fingertips pressed against the skin of the neck, like cold jade. Following the comfortable coolness, Balian couldn't help but rub the finger.
The jade-white fingers holding his collar exerted their strength slightly, lifted him onto the bed, and whispered: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, but who would have thought that it would still be so useless, just one cup?
It fell down."
Her black and white eyes were particularly clear and beautiful, but she was still drunk after all, and the words she spoke accidentally exposed some things about herself that she shouldn't have exposed, but she didn't realize it.
If we say that before this, her voice was cold and cool, like the clear cold water in an ancient well covered with snow.
At this moment, the elegant voice is filled with thousands of soft words, continuous and tender, as if the cold rain has been washed and soaked by warm water, the gentleness that hits the face, and every sound that is uttered is as graceful as water that can drown people's hearts.
Half of Balian's body was forced onto the bed and lay between her legs.
When she stood up just now, the satin binding her hair fell loosely and hung down in a delicate and smooth manner. The pair of rabbit ears that were originally woven and hidden in the hair also bounced up.
White moonlight shines through the screen windows and spreads across the room.
Balian suddenly felt that his fingers were not in control. He looked at the ears, and an uncontrollable strong impulse suddenly surged in his heart.
He struggled to hold up his limp body, and slowly climbed up. He stretched out his hand to grasp the two little ears that stood upright in the wind, and played with them carefully.
It's soft and smooth, and looks delicious.
Su Jing raised her eyelashes and looked at his face intently with her deep pupils. She probably felt a little itchy, her ears moved in his palm, and she stretched out her hand to give him a gentle push.
Even though she was drunk, she was still stubborn and didn't want anyone to touch her two extra rabbit ears.
The drunk Balian was much more dishonest than usual.
He persevered and crawled over again, grabbing her with open palms to avoid her avoiding her. He held her with his other hand and continued to touch her ears.
He said in a vague voice: "I'm sad today, could you please touch my ears?"
Those rabbit ears were her untouchable bottom line. Su Jing frowned, feeling slightly unhappy.
"A Jing..." He provoked her with great difficulty, and the sudden address was like a bolt from the blue.
The woman in her arms was breathing unsteadily. She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at him. She lost her voice and asked, "What did you call me?"
Balian didn't answer. Just touching the ears was no longer enough to satisfy him. He opened his clothes, and he touched it with a bit of unreasonableness. He opened his mouth and bit one of the ears, and gently rubbed and sucked it.
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This sudden invasion made Su Jing feel suffocated and helpless. Her breathing became more rapid, her waist suddenly softened, and her whole body fell down. She opened a pair of dreamy eyes, and she actually forgot.
Continue with the question just now.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and Balian concentrated on biting his ear. The force that was sometimes light and sometimes heavy was extremely torturous.
Su Jing bit her lip tightly, and involuntarily hugged the warm and comfortable hot stone bag with both hands. She turned her cheek to the side and whispered: "I am not a rabbit."
Balian bit his ear and let out a vague hum. He opened his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be light spots floating in his dark eyes.
The arm resting on her shoulders slid down to hug her waist naturally, while he kept mumbling softly.
Su Jing couldn't hear it very clearly. The two rabbits' ears were gently lowered to listen, and then it became clear that he was telling her a bedtime story. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.
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