When Jiang Niannian woke up again, it was already night, and she didn't know when someone carried her into the hot spring.
Yin Buqi thought she was asleep, so he held her carefully and washed her body very carefully, his movements so gentle that they were creepy.
He lowered his head and his breath brushed her cheek.
"What time is it?" Jiang Niannian was startled by her own voice as soon as she opened her mouth. Her voice was a little hoarse, probably because she had been begging for mercy and crying for a long time.
"Niannian, it's You hour." He was only wearing his underwear, his unique scent lingering around her nose, and his movements of washing her were extremely gentle.
It was as if he had played with her thousands of times, and the two people's postures were perfectly matched.
You hour?!
She really shouldn't have been seduced by lust. No, she really shouldn't have been soft-hearted!
"Go away..." Jiang Niannian said angrily, her voice was very hoarse, like a traveler who had been in the desert for a long time without drinking water.
"Nian Nian... I know I was wrong."
"It's late. You go back first and I'll wash it myself."
Jiang Niannian's attitude was very firm.
What a joke. If you keep washing, the gun might go off accidentally. Ugh…
"Nian Nian..." His eyes were red, and his voice tone rose slightly with a sense of laziness.
Jiang Niannian's eyelashes trembled. She stretched out her hands to press his shoulders to push him away slightly, looking away: "Yin Buqi! Are you done yet? You, you go back first..."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
As if noticing her embarrassment, Yin Buqi stopped teasing her, walked out of the hot spring pool, and casually put on his coat that was placed by the pool.
His body lines were extremely beautiful, he was strong and muscular, his skin was smooth and delicate, and his black hair spread out on the clothes beneath him.
The water from the hot spring flowed from his black hair along his fair and firm back, across the groove of his spine, into his tight waist, and finally down his straight and slender legs to his soft jade.
Jiang Niannian swallowed.
Yin Buqi turned around, her lips curled into a faint smile, her eyelashes trembling: "Niannian, it's windy tonight, don't take too long to shower, be careful not to catch a cold."
Jiang Niannian nodded: "Yeah."
It was not until Yin Buqi's figure disappeared that Jiang Niannian completely relaxed and leaned limply against the edge of the hot spring pool.
"To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, is still romantic. It's worth it to die on Nian Nian..."
His deep, seductive voice lingered in her mind like a spell, and the image was vivid in her mind.
Jiang Niannian was so angry that she slapped the water surface fiercely: "I'm so annoyed! If you can't control yourself next time, I'll be a dog!"
Then he slowly leaned back, blushing, and whispered: "But...get out of my mind..."
…
The moonlight was dim, and a gust of cold wind swirled through Qingxin Palace.
The lights in the hall were bright. Jiang Ziyu was just about to blow out the lamp and go to sleep when the door was suddenly blown open by a strong wind, making a rustling sound.
Jiang Ziyou muttered, "What's going on?"
When he walked to the door, the scene outside had changed dramatically.
The courtyard, which should have been a breezy and elegant one, was now in a state of decay and disrepair. The smell of decay and blood filled his nostrils. Countless people with their hearts dug out were crawling towards him, with blood coming out of their seven orifices and horrific faces.
He looked down and saw that the black soil with a rotten smell was climbing up the white jade steps as if it had life.