Chapter 531 Bedtime Story
The cold rain was falling outside the hall, and the air was a little damp.
The huge palace is slightly deserted.
Bailian braved the rain and touched the round pebbles in his pockets in the courtyard pond, and received a bowl of clean rainwater from under the eaves.
The rainwater boiled and boiled. The pebbles were soaked in the boiling water and scalded. Then they were wrapped tightly in gauze and placed in the belly of the sleeping woman on the bed, letting her hold them.
Over and over again, the wind blew, the rain fell, the alcohol gradually dissipated, and Bailian's still somewhat clear consciousness gradually began to become confused.
When awake, people can always cruelly restrain their emotions and build a strong wall to make themselves look less sad.
But when the alcohol invaded, my willpower seemed to become useless and soft, and for a while I didn't even have the energy to think.
I could only let my drunkenness flow, as if an unquenchable fire was burning in my body. My body that had always been cold seemed a little uncomfortable with such a body temperature.
Bailian 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 second look.
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 official gave him on the way out of Ziwei Pavilion.
It is the tears of the immortal.
For some reason, Balian became a little irritable when he saw this.
He tugged on the fine silver pendant, trying to pull it off.
However, I found that the chain was extremely tough and it hurt my palms but it was still hanging firmly around my neck.
After all the tossing, the hot and dry feeling 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 hugged them obediently.
The silhouette of a pair of clear eyes is like a calm green mountain lake, with the wind and spirit calm.
The small building is cold, and the curtains are drooped during the long night.
The breeze rises, and the fragrance lingers, not reducing the fragrance.
The light rain and gentle breeze, the snowy and thin people seem to be witnessing history.
The Tears of the Immortal emit a quiet glimmer in the light of lamps and candles.
In a trance, 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 in front of 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.
Bailian stared blankly for a long time. He staggered and tried to stand upright to open the window and blow on the weld seam, but his feet caught his own belt and staggered.
Sanqing Brewing's remaining energy surged up like a tidal wave, and he fell straight towards the bed, top-heavy.
My face fell towards the edge of the bed. It must have been very painful when it hit me hard.
Bailian 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 said in a low voice: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, but who would have thought that you would still be like this? It didn’t help, she only had one drink and she poured it out.”
Her black and white eyes were particularly clear and beautiful, but she was still drunk after all, and what she said accidentally exposed some things about herself that she shouldn’t have exposed.
If 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 enough to drown people's hearts. Ruoshui is graceful.
Bailian was forced to lift half of his body onto the bed, lying 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.
The white moonlight shines through the screen window 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. By some mistake, he reached out and grabbed the two little ears that stood upright against the wind in his hands and played with them carefully.
It is 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 did not want anyone to touch her two extra rabbit ears.
The drunk Bailian was much more dishonest than usual.
He persevered and crawled over again, grabbing her with open palms in vain, fearing that she would avoid 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 He frowned, vaguely 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 for a moment. She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at him. She even lost her voice: "What did you call me?"
Bailian didn't answer. Touching the ears was no longer enough to satisfy him. He opened his clothes, and he rubbed against it in a somewhat vexatious manner. He opened his mouth and bit one of the ears, gently rubbing and sucking on it.
This sudden invasion made Su Jing feel suffocated and powerless. Her breathing became more rapid, her waist suddenly softened, and her whole body fell down, with her eyes wide open as if in a dream. Eyes, he actually forgot to continue the question just now.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and Bai Lian 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 opened her cheek 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 arms on her shoulders slid down to hug her waist in a natural manner, and he kept mumbling softly.
Su Jing couldn't hear clearly. The tips of the two rabbit ears lowered slightly to listen. Only then did she realize that he was telling her a bedtime story in a nonchalant manner.
(End of this chapter)