Qu Weiyin turned away and didn't look at her. She finally swallowed the food in her mouth and turned around to look for water to drink when Luo Jinxiao's kiss came seamlessly.
As their lips got closer, the woman's fragrance with the sweetness of sugar slowly melted in his mouth. Luo Jinxiao kissed all the sweetness in her mouth before getting up.
Qu Weiyin's eyes were misty and she reached out to wipe the residue from the corner of her mouth.
"It's getting late, let's take a break." Qu Weiyin said.
She stood up, pushed the chair behind her, and walked towards the inner room. Her long hair fell to her waist, blocking her swaying waist. Just as Luo Jinxiao was about to follow her, she suddenly turned around and blocked her at the door.
"You go back, tonight."
Although Qu Weiyin's tone was gentle, it could be seen from her dull eyes that she was extremely depressed.
Luo Jinxiao couldn't help but stop and watched the door close in front of him.
Seeing Qu Weiyin like this, she felt very uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to comfort her. After all, Qu Weiyin acted like this because he cared about her.
She sighed deeply and stuffed the dragon beard pastry into her mouth helplessly.
Maybe it would be better to let Qu Weiyin be alone for a while.
The sky outside the window was getting darker, the midsummer evening was sultry, and the cicadas' chirping was disturbing. Qu Weiyin sat quietly on the bed, feeling depressed. With a wave of her long sleeves, the cicadas that were chirping all became silent.
It was quiet again, with only a few thin orange-yellow clouds floating in the sky. The sunset had long disappeared, and everything was so lonely and depressing.
Qu Weiyin felt like she had turned into a stone statue and didn't want to do anything.
The scenes in the illusion were played out before her eyes again and again. It was she who killed the person she loved most. The moment Luo Jinxiao was hit, it seemed like a curse that trapped her in it.
She no longer dared to face Luo Jinxiao and did not dare to accept her kindness.
She remembered when she first met Luo Jinxiao at Wuhuimen a few years ago. At that time, Luo Jinxiao clearly had the opportunity to kill her for revenge, or stay away from her and avoid this murderer.
But not only did she not do that, she always greeted her with a smile. It was that smile that made her fall step by step.
She is the only good thing in the world.
As Qu Weiyin was thinking, she suddenly leaned over and beat her legs hard in pain.
"Everyone will be implicated by you. Don't you realize that all the sorrows are caused by you?"
The words in the illusion suddenly echoed in her mind and lingered for a long time. Qu Weiyin gasped for breath, trying to drive these words away.
"I will still die in front of you. This is all your fault."
"Shut up!" Qu Weiyin suddenly let out a suppressed roar. She grabbed the Crescent Moon and Star Sword and slashed her arm with it.
The wound from the divine sword was difficult to heal. A bloody mark was left on the fair skin. Blood with a little black air flowed out of the wound, flowed to the fingertips, and dripped onto the ground.
The severe pain in her hand finally made her sober up a little, the illusion ended, and the words gradually faded away.
She gritted her teeth and grasped her arm, then gradually fell on the bed, her hair spread out in a mess. She didn't care about the wound, but curled up into a ball.
It was finally pitch black outside the window, the dead silent night had arrived, and the last ray of sunlight disappeared from Qu Weiyin.
She lay quietly for a long time and slowly closed her eyes.
Unexpectedly, she lay half asleep and half awake until midnight, when her heart suddenly trembled, as if falling into an abyss, and she woke up with a sweat all over her body.
Qu Weiyin took a deep breath, the blood on her hands had dried up, and the pain was no longer intense.
When she woke up, she couldn't fall asleep again, so she stood up and dragged her tired body out of the door. The yard was quiet and there was no moon in the sky.
She hesitated for a while, but still walked towards Luo Jinxiao's room. Although she didn't know how to face her, at least at this moment, she needed her surprisingly.
There was still a candle on in Luo Jinxiao's room. The light was dim and warm. Qu Weiyin was standing outside the window in a single layer of clothes, watching quietly.
Standing here, she suddenly felt safer.
The door suddenly opened. Luo Jinxiao poked his head out, saw Qu Weiyin, then hurried out and stood in front of her a few steps.
"Why haven't you slept yet? Although it is a summer night, there is still some wind. Be careful not to catch a cold." Luo Jinxiao said, grabbing her wrist and leading her into the house.
Her grab just happened to touch the wound. Qu Weiyin took a breath and subconsciously put her hand behind her back.
"He is both a fairy and a demon, how could he catch a cold?" Qu Weiyin shook his head.
“You can’t just stand outside.” Luo Jinxiao saw that she was avoiding him, so he just pulled her sleeve and brought her into the house.
There were some old books spread out on the table, in a mess. The same was true on the floor. There was no place to step. Luo Jinxiao touched his head and chuckled.
"Please sit down. I thought you had gone to bed a long time ago, so I found some old books that were left in this room at some unknown time. Take a look at them." Luo Jinxiao piled the books and bamboo slips in the corner.
Qu Weiyin took a quick look around and only saw the words "Origin of the Immortal Sect" and "Records of the Gods".
"You've lived for a long time, do you still need to read these?" Qu Weiyin covered his hands with his sleeves, sat on the chair, raised his eyes and asked.
Luo Jinxiao scratched his head and said, "That being said, it's been too long. I've already forgotten what I should have forgotten. I'm just killing time."
She had been worried about Qu Weiyin and hadn't slept all night, fearing that Qu Weiyin would come looking for her, but it was a good thing that this happened.
Qu Weiyin nodded and said nothing more.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Luo Jinxiao turned around, poured her a cup of tea, and asked, "You..."
"Can I rest here with you?" Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted her and asked in a low voice.
Luo Jinxiao naturally wanted it more than ever. She raised her hand to close the door, then trotted over to make the bed. Her white middle garment dragged behind her, revealing a part of her arm that was long and straight.
She quickly straightened her hair and turned back to Qu Weiyin with a bright smile.
Qu Weiyin avoided her sight, stood up and walked over. Her thin and soft red brocade clothes were blown up by a gust of night wind, and the coolness swept across Luo Jinxiao's hand.
Qu Weiyin lay on the mat, holding Luo Jinxiao's hand with her uninjured hand, and whispered, "Jinxiao, come."
Luo Jinxiao's heart shuddered, and his palms were immediately covered with sweat. Although it was not the first time for the two of them to sleep together, his legs were still stiff.
So he lay down straight, and his head hit the edge of the bed with a thud.
Qu Weiyin was startled by her collision and quickly reached out to cover the back of her head, scolding: "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"
Luo Jinxiao was feeling embarrassed, and shook his head when he heard it: "It doesn't hurt, he is both a fairy and a god, it doesn't hurt."
But her head shook and she happened to see Qu Weiyin's injured hand. She stopped smiling on the spot and quickly grabbed her elbow, forcing her wound to appear in the light and shadow.
"What happened?" Luo Jinxiao asked. She suddenly raised half of her body and looked at the wound carefully.
It was impossible to recover through energy, and the edges were black. It was obvious at a glance that it was caused by the Crescent Moon and Star Sword.
"Did you hurt yourself?" she demanded.
Luo Jinxiao frowned seriously, her dark eyes looked even deeper and a bit aggressive. Qu Weiyin couldn't help but look away and not look at her.
"It was just an accident, it's nothing." Qu Weiyin tried to break free, but was grabbed back by Luo Jinxiao.
Luo Jinxiao suppressed his anger, and the cold divine power surged out and slowly covered the wound. After a while, the wound healed.
She carefully put Qu Weiyin's tender white arm back on the bed, and then looked at her intently.
"Because of me, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes." Qu Weiyin did not hide it anymore. She curled up on the spot and looked at her hands quietly.
"I said, you really don't have to blame yourself. I don't care, so why do you still want to hurt yourself?" Luo Jinxiao has always had a good temper, but when he saw Qu Weiyin's injuries, he became angry and his tone was sullen for a moment.
"Qu Weiyin..."
"Luo Jinxiao!" Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted her and also half-raised her body, with her long hair covering half of her eyebrows.
"Because it's you, I care. The person I hurt is not someone else, but the one I love the most, the only one I love..."
When she finished speaking, the last word began to tremble and finally turned into a sigh.
"Just like I avoided my feelings for you before, I was really afraid. I was afraid that you would die in front of me like the others."
"I can't bear to see this, tonight..." As she spoke, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
When Luo Jinxiao heard her crying voice, she was stunned, and the anger that had just surged up disappeared without a trace. She scratched her hair helplessly and rubbed her hands on Qu Weiyin's face.
She knew Qu Weiyin's pain, but didn't know how to help her resolve it.
"No, I'm a god. I have a long life. I can't be killed. I will definitely live longer than you." Luo Jinxiao said with a stiff face.
When Qu Weiyin heard this, the corners of her mouth relaxed slightly. Just as she was about to say something, Luo Jinxiao came over and stroked her neck with his warm hand, causing a tingling sensation.
The woman's strong yet soft hands gently touched her waist and held her. Qu Weiyin's upper body relaxed and she half-lay with her head tilted back, looking at the pear wood carved headboard with tearful eyes.
His lips brushed against her ear. Qu Weiyin closed her eyes slightly. The moist air spread from the corners of her eyes to the roots of her hair. She couldn't help but whisper softly.
Luo Jinxiao placed tender kisses on her face again and again, moving slowly upwards. Qu Weiyin straightened her neck, slowly melting in her kisses, without moving at all.
Only his hands slowly grasped Luo Jinxiao's clothes.
She didn't want to resist, she just wanted to fall asleep quietly in her embrace.
Luo Jinxiao simply loved the woman's body. Compared with the last time when she was immature, her desire this time seemed to be more intense.
But she still stopped, turned over and lay back on the bed, listening to Qu Weiyin's panting, and held her hand tightly.
The candle went out and the room fell into darkness. Qu Weiyin opened her eyes, looked at Luo Jinxiao's profile in the night, and fell into a dream in a daze.
With Luo Jinxiao by her side, Meng was obviously much safer.
The next day, the cicadas finally chirped again. It was still daybreak when Luo Jinxiao was awakened by the chirping of cicadas. The gauze-like light shone through the window lattice and sprinkled on her pillow.
Luo Jinxiao subconsciously touched the bed beside her, but was surprised to find that there was no one there. She suddenly turned over and landed on the other side of the bed. It was very clean, so clean that it didn't look like anyone had slept there.
She suddenly felt anxious like an ant on a hot pot. She looked around but still couldn't see Qu Weiyin.