long night walk

Chapter 532

The cold rain was falling outside the hall, and the air was a little humid.

The huge palace was a little deserted.

Braving the rain, Bai Lian touched the round pebbles in his pockets in the courtyard pond, and took a bowl of clean rainwater from under the eaves.

The rainwater was boiled, the boulder was soaked in boiling water and scalded again, then wrapped tightly with a gauze, and placed on the bed between the sleepy woman's belly, let her hug it.

Back and forth, the wind blows, the rain drenches, the alcohol gradually dissipates, and Bai Lian's still somewhat clear consciousness gradually becomes a little dazed.

When sober, people can always restrain their emotions cruelly, and build a solid wall to make themselves look less sad.

But when the drunkenness invaded, the willpower seemed to become useless and softened, and for a while, he didn't even have the strength to think.

I can only let the alcohol sway, as if an inexhaustible fire is burning in my body, my perennially cold body seems a little unsuited to such a body temperature.

Bai Lian casually tore off the front of his clothes, and a string of water drop pendants exposed around his neck was brought out. The cool temperature hit the back of his hands, making him look down a few more times.

Bai Lian, whose mind began to be a little blurred, stared at it for a long time, and then realized that it was something given to him by the female officer of Qingshui on the way out of Ziwei Pavilion.

It's fairy tears.

For some reason, when Bai Lian saw this, he became a little irritable for no reason.

He tugged at the fine silver pendant, trying to tear it off.

However, he found that the chain was extremely tough, and it hurt even his palms, but it hung on his neck firmly.

After a lot of tossing, the heat and dryness in his body became more and more uncontrollable, forcing him to find a cool place to cool off his body.

Turning his gaze around, he saw the woman in white on the couch reclining with her head propped up, her eyes closed, and one arm holding the warm pebble heat bag.

Even if she was drunk so tepidly, even if she was not sober, she was by no means a vexatious temper.

Even her temper seemed to be more docile and obedient than usual, if she was asked to hold those warm stones, she would obediently hold them.

The silhouette of a pair of clear pupils is like a calm mountain and lake, with both wind and spirit.

The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtain hangs down.

When the breeze blows, the fragrance is clear and fermented, and the fragrance is not reduced.

The rain is clear and the wind is clear, and the snow is clear and thin, and the people seem to see history.

Fairy tears emit a quiet gleam in the candlelight.

In a trance, at the moment when the four eyes met, Bai Lian suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have experienced a long wait.

And similar to the scene in front of him, it seems that it is not the first time in his life to experience the years of smoke and dust.

The mountains and rivers do not change, and the tung blossoms are thousands of miles away. It seems that who else is caring for this tender years of acquaintance and encounter.

Bai Lian stared blankly for a long time. He staggered and wanted to stand upright to open the window and blow the weld, but he stepped on his belt and staggered.

The stamina of Sanqingniang surged up like a sea of ​​tides, and fell straight towards the bed top-heavy.

The face fell towards the edge of the bed, and it must have been very painful when the porcelain fell.

Bai Lian closed his eyes subconsciously, but the pain of falling did not come from the premonition, and the collar of the nape of his neck was instantly held by a soft and slender hand.

Bai Lian struggled to open his eyes, and met a pair of deep and quiet eyes in his blurred vision.

The slightly cool fingertips stuck to the skin around the neck, like cold jade. Following the comfortable coolness, Bai Lian rubbed against that finger involuntarily.

The Yubai finger that was holding his collar exerted a slight force, lifted him onto the bed, and said in a low voice: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, who would have thought that it would still be so useless, only one cup, just fell."

Her black and white eyes were particularly clear and beautiful, but she was still drunk after all, and what she said accidentally exposed something that she shouldn't have exposed, and she didn't realize it.

If we say that before that, her voice was cold and cool, like clear cold water in an ancient snow-covered well.

At this moment, the elegant voice is full of tenderness and warmth, as if the cold rain has been washed and soaked by warm water, and the gentleness that hits the face, and every tone that comes out is watery and graceful enough to drown people's hearts.

Half of Bai Lian's body was forced onto the bed and lay between her legs.

When she got up just now, the satin that tied her hair was loosely drawn down, and it hung down exquisitely and softly, and the pair of rabbit ears that were originally woven and hidden in the hair also bounced.

The white moonlight shines through the screen window and spreads in the room.

Bai Lian suddenly felt that his fingers were not in control. He looked at the pair of ears, and a strong uncontrollable impulse suddenly surged in his heart.

He tried his best to prop up his limp body, and slowly climbed up, stretched out his hands to grab the two small ears that stood up against the wind in the palm of his hand, and played with them carefully.

Soft and smooth, looks delicious.

Su Jing raised his eyelashes and stared at his face with deep eyes, probably feeling a little itchy, his ears moved in his palm, and he stretched out his hand to give him a slight push.

Even when she was drunk, she was stubborn and didn't want people to touch her two extra rabbit ears.

Bai Lian, who was drunk, was much more dishonest than usual.

Perseveringly, he crawled over again, grasping with his palms vainly, fearing that she would avoid her, so he held her with his other hand and continued to touch her ears.

He said in a vague voice: "I'm sad today, can you touch my ears for me?"

Those rabbit ears were her untouchable bottom line, Su Jing frowned, feeling slightly displeased.

"Ah Jing..." He provoked him extremely stubbornly, and the sudden address was like a bolt from the blue.

The breathing of the woman in her arms became a little unsteady for a moment, she suddenly raised her head, stared at him, and lost her voice: "What did you call me?"

Bai Lian didn't answer, just touching his ears was not enough for him. He opened his clothes, and he slapped him up in a somewhat unreasonable manner, biting one of the ears with his mouth open, rubbing, sucking, and biting. .

This sudden approach of aggression made Su Jing feel suffocated and powerless. Her breathing became more and more rapid, her waist suddenly softened, and her whole body fell down. She opened a pair of dream-like eyes, but she forgot. Continuing with the question just now.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Bai Lian concentrated on biting his ears, with the sometimes light and sometimes heavy strength being extremely tormenting.

Su Jing bit her lips tightly, and involuntarily hugged the warm and comfortable hot stone bag tightly with both hands, and said in a low voice, "I'm not a rabbit."

Bai Lian bit his ear and hummed vaguely. He slightly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be spots of light floating in his dark eyes.

The arm on her shoulders slid down and hugged her waist very naturally, murmuring incessantly.

Su Jing couldn't hear very clearly, the pointed ears of the two rabbits were slightly lowered to listen, and only then did he hear clearly that he was telling her a bedtime story in bits and pieces.

(End of this chapter)