The wooden door closed behind Qin Zhao with a muffled sound, as if biting an old lock to death.
There was no light in the room, only a solitary lamp shining by the window. The halo was not large, barely enough to illuminate the half broken fragrance at the corner of the table, the two crooked boot marks on the ground, and the "slag" character on the wine pot around his waist - the moonlight slanted diagonally and landed on the hook of the last stroke of the "slag" character, emitting a cold iron like light.
He didn't touch the light.
I didn't take off my robe either.
Standing by the door, with his left hand hanging down, his fingertips unconsciously brushed against the dark lines on his left wrist, one, two, three times. The dark line under the skin was slightly hot, like a small snake turning over under the skin.
It's not pain, it's restlessness.
Just now at the entrance of the alley, Ji Xue gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, but the impact was too precise - it was pressing on the taut muscle of his right shoulder. He didn't move at that time, but now he remembers that his Adam's apple is still taut.
He lifted his foot and walked forward, his boot running over a broken stone on the ground with a creak.
The bed is at the innermost part of the room, with the green cloth curtain hanging down and not lowered. He lifted the curtain and fell inside, hitting his head on the hard pillow with a thud.
Close your eyes.
Should have slept.
As soon as her eyelids closed, a smile appeared before her eyes.
It's not the prickly smile at the street corner during the day, nor the silly smile of Drunken Immortal Curie. It's the moment when she knelt down and looked down at him after blocking the arrow - the corners of her mouth didn't curl up high, but her eyes were too bright, her hair hanging down to sweep his nose bridge, and her breath was warm, like freshly baked cakes.
He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, grabbed the wine jug, and took a sip.
The wine is strong and burns until the tip of the tongue feels numb.
He wiped his mouth and touched his left wrist with his left hand.
The dark lines are even hotter.
The door in the sea began to shake.
It's not the kind of tentative shaking before, it's real shaking, like someone outside the door banging a hammer on the door panel, with a slightly life-threatening rhythm.
He frowned, wanting to suppress.
The power of returning to the village sank down along the meridians, pressing towards the sea of knowledge. As a result, the door shook even more fiercely, and a little golden light leaked from the crack of the door, as thin as a needle, causing his temples to bulge and jump.
He released the wine jug, supported his forehead with five fingers, and exerted force on his knuckles until they turned white.
no way.
I can't suppress it.
Then... take a look.
He relaxed his mind and stopped blocking.
The mist of the sea of consciousness cracked open with a loud bang, and the door opened.
I didn't see the Blood Rule, I didn't see the Void Vault, I only saw a ball of light.
A burst of laughter.
Ji Xue's smile.
Not a phantom, not a remnant, it's alive - the curved corners of her mouth, the slightly curved lines at the end of her eyes, even the flickering rhythm of the lightning birthmark on her right eye, all moving and laughing, laughing carefree, laughing confidently, laughing... as if piercing through the hard shell of his heart on the spot.
He instinctively reached out his hand.
It's not a divine exploration, it's not a talisman seal, it's purely instinctive, like greeting someone you see, raising your hand to touch it.
My fingertips just touched the edge of that light——
Hmph!
The entire sea of knowledge exploded into golden waves.
The laughter suddenly contracted, rotated, and solidified, turning into a golden ball the size of a fist, with fine lightning patterns floating on its surface. It dripped and spun, and swooshed into the depths of the treasure trove.
Treasure Seal - Ji Xue's Smile, Time Limit of Ten Years
Eight words were directly thrown into his soul, without any sound or echo, just lying there calmly, like a notice posted on the wall.
His pupils contracted and he bounced up, his back hitting the bedpost and shaking the curtains.
The moonlight is still outside the window, the lights are still on, the wine pot is rolling on the edge of the bed, the spout is facing down, and a drop of wine is hanging from the spout, about to fall.
He stared at the drop of wine.
Not moving.
My heartbeat is too fast to speak, thumping, thumping, pounding my eardrums.
It's not because the seal was successful, it's because he really reached out just now.
Not calculation, not probing, not self hypnosis of 'this woman is not important'.
I just want to touch it.
Touch her smile.
He raised his hand and slowly clenched it, pinching his nails into his palm. It hurt a bit, but he couldn't suppress the raging fire in his heart.
At this moment, a light laugh came from outside the tent.
Very light, like feathers falling to the ground.
He suddenly looked up.
Ji Xue stood by the bed.
Not wearing silver silk soft armor, she changed into a plain white undershirt, with a loose waistband tied around her shoulders, and a broken star chain hanging from her neck, swaying gently with her tilted head. The lightning birthmark at the end of the right eye, shimmering with light gold in the moonlight, flickered and faded, perfectly matching the rhythm of the light ball in the sea of consciousness.
She was holding a small bamboo basket in her hand, with several washed peaches lying in the basket, and the water droplets hadn't dried yet.
Brother Qin, "she spoke in a lower voice than usual, with a hint of freshly awakened sand," you sealed my smile... you have to take responsibility
Qin Zhao remained silent.
Just staring at her.
Staring at the golden light at the end of her eyes, at the smile on her lips, at the white patch on her wrist, at the string of lightning beads on her ankle - shining slightly as she breathed.
He suddenly raised his hand.
Not touching her left wrist, not touching the wine jug, but directly gripping her right wrist.
The force was not small, the knuckles were tense and white, pulling her forward and tilting her, with her chest almost touching his knee.
Ji Xue didn't hide.
I didn't even blink.
Just smile, chin lifted slightly, waiting for him to speak.
Qin Zhao's throat moved.
Deep inside the pupils, a dark purple color gradually spreads out, like ink dripping into clear water, expanding and sinking.
He bent down, leaned close to her ear, and his breath sprayed onto her earlobe, scorching it astonishingly.
Ten years... "His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to have been polished out of sandpaper." Is it enough for me to make you fall in love with me
Ji Xue didn't answer.
Just the eyelashes trembled, and the lightning birthmark at the end of the right eye suddenly lit up for a moment.
She lifted her left hand and lightly tapped the faint golden crack on his left eyebrow bone with the tip of her index finger - the one left when she sealed her smile last time.
Does it hurt? "She asked.
Qin Zhao paused.
I didn't let go, nor did I answer.
She moved her fingertips downwards, brushed over his cheekbones, and stopped on his jawline, lightly scraping her nails.
Here you are, "she lowered her voice," you jumped louder than a drum just now
Qin Zhao's eyelashes pressed down, and the dark purple deepened.
She suddenly withdrew her hand and grabbed the hand he was holding onto her wrist with her backhand, inserting her five fingers into the gaps between his fingers and giving him a firm grip.
Then I'll give you a chance, "she said, laughing like a cat stealing oil." Within ten years, if you dare to say 'I like you,' I'll crush the ball of light in your sea
Qin Zhao finally loosened his grip, but didn't let go.
He stared at her, his eyes as if he wanted to nail her to the spot.
Try it, "he said in a low voice that was only a breath." I sealed it in, not a smile
It's a heartbeat
Ji Xue's fingertips paused.
The smile did not dissipate, but the golden light in the eyes suddenly sank, like thunderclouds pressing down on the horizon.
She didn't answer that.
Just the other hand reached into the bamboo basket, picked up a peach, and with a flick of the fingertip, the peach skin fell off, revealing the pink and white flesh underneath. She handed the peach to his mouth and lightly brushed her thumb against his lower lip.
Open your mouth, "she said.
Qin Zhao didn't move.
She pushed the peach forward, and the flesh almost touched his lips.
He stared at her fingertips for three seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth and took a bite.
Peaches are crisp, sweet, and juicy, with a strand trickling down the corner of the mouth.
Ji Xue watched and suddenly raised her hand, using her thumb to wipe away the drop of juice for him.
The action is very light, like wiping sweat, and also like stamping.
Is it sweet? "She asked.
Qin Zhao chewed on peach flesh, his cheeks twitching slightly, but didn't answer.
She didn't wait either.
Withdraw your hand and stuff the remaining half of the peach into your mouth, biting it until it clicks. As you chew, you mumble, "You make me laugh, I'll eat your peach - this deal is not a loss
Qin Zhao rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed the peach flesh from his mouth.
I bought the peach, "he said.
That's right. "She nodded and placed the bamboo basket towards the edge of the bed. The basket swayed and water droplets splashed onto his boots." But peach pits, you have to help me vomit
Qin Zhao: "
He stared at her for three seconds, then suddenly released her wrist, picked up the wine jug with his backhand, and tilted his head to take a big gulp.
The wine slid down the jawline into the collar, soaking a piece of black gold fabric.
Ji Xue tilted her head to look at him, suddenly reached out and hooked her fingertips around his robe collar, pulling it down.
Don't drink too much, "she said," I have to wake up early tomorrow
Qin Zhao choked for a moment, and half of the alcohol sprayed out. He raised his hand and wiped his mouth, his eyes fierce: "Who wants to wake up early with you
You, "she chuckled, her fingers still hooked on his collar as she gently tugged." Didn't you say it was on the way
Qin Zhao's hand paused in mid air.
He remembered the phrase 'along the way' at the entrance of the alley, remembered her jumping and catching up, remembered her patting his shoulder and saying 'I know you're a good person'.
He stared at her fingertips, at the finger she had hooked around the collar of her robe, at the thin callus on her fingertip - which had been worn out by years of holding a halberd.
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist with even more force than before.
Ji Xue didn't smoke.
Just raised an eyebrow and said, 'Are you here again?'
Qin Zhao did not answer.
He bent his head and stared at the lightning birthmark at the end of her eyes, at its clearly dying rhythm, and at it, just like the light ball in the sea.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his voice was extremely low: 'You knew it a long time ago.'
Not a question.
It's a statement.
Ji Xue blinked her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
What do you know? "She pretended to be silly.
Qin Zhao sneered coldly, suddenly released her wrist, and grabbed the green cloth curtain on the bed with his backhand, shaking and covering her head directly.
The curtain fell, covering half of her face, only revealing a pair of eyes that were astonishingly bright.
She didn't move or lift.
Looking at him through the blue cloth.
Qin Zhao stared at those eyes, at the shimmering golden light in her eyes, at the lingering smile on her lips.
He suddenly raised his hand and poked her forehead with his fingertips, not with heavy force, but with a fierce force.
Ji Xue, "he called her by her full name, word by word," if you pretend again, I'll stuff your peach pit into your sea of knowledge
Ji Xue chuckled through the curtain.
The laughter is crisp and clear, like broken jade falling from a plate.
She raised her hand and lifted the curtain, causing the green cloth to slide down and pile up in her arms.
Okay, "she said, throwing the tent aside and moving closer, her nose almost touching his." Then you open my sea of knowledge first - I'll let you stuff it with your own hands
Qin Zhao's pupils contracted.
The dark purple is surging and almost overflowing.
But she wasn't afraid, instead she tiptoed closer, breathing astonishingly hot.
Qin Zhao, "she called him by name without adding" brother, "and her voice suddenly became very soft." You're making me laugh, not to lock me up
It's to... lock yourself in
Qin Zhao's breath froze.
She didn't give him time to react, so she suddenly raised her hand and lightly pressed her fingertip on the faint golden crack on his left eyebrow bone.
Does it hurt? "She asked again.
This time, Qin Zhao did not hide.
He stared into her eyes, at the golden light surging in her eyes, at the warmth of her fingertips.
After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her neck with such force that she had to look up.
He bent down, his forehead pressed against hers, his nose touching, and his breathing intertwined.
It doesn't hurt, "he said hoarsely." It's you who's in pain
Ji Xue's eyelashes trembled.
He didn't give her a chance to speak, let go of her neck, picked up the wine jug with his backhand, and took another sip with his head up.
I didn't choke this time.
He wiped his mouth and placed the wine pot towards the bedside, hitting the bottom of the pot against the wood with a thud.
Then he raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it towards himself.
Ji Xue sat down, half leaning on his leg, her hair brushing against the back of his hand, itching badly.
He didn't push it away.
But her left hand still held her wrist, her right hand lifted, and her fingertips slowly caressed the lightning birthmark at the end of her right eye.
One, two, three.
The movements were very light, as if afraid of being startled.
Ji Xue didn't move, just looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes were calm with golden light.
Outside, the drum sounded three times.
Bang Bang Bang Bang——
The night breeze rolls the fallen leaves, slapping the window frames, clattering, clattering.
Qin Zhao's fingertips stopped at the end of her eyes, not moving.
Ji Xue suddenly raised her hand and tapped the dark mark on his left wrist with her fingertips.
It's still hot, "she said.
Qin Zhao lowered his gaze and looked at her fingertips.
Hmm. "He responded with a low voice," Ten years
Ji Xuexiao said, "Then I'll wait
Qin Zhao did not answer.
Just the hand gripping her wrist tightened another point.
Her wrist bones were thin, causing numbness in his palms.
He suddenly lowered his head, his forehead touching hers again, his nose rubbing against hers, and his breath burning hot.
Don't run, "he said.
Ji Xue blinked and said, "Who ran
Qin Zhao didn't let go, nor did he look up. He just buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath.
The hair has a clean soapberry flavor mixed with a hint of peach sweetness.
His Adam's apple rolled and his voice muffled in her hair: '... ten years.'
Ji Xue raised her hand and inserted her fingertips into his long hair, gently rubbing it.
Okay, "she said," I'll give you ten years
Qin Zhao didn't move.
Just the hand that held her wrist, finally, slowly loosened.
Loosen halfway, then suddenly tighten again.
As if afraid of letting go, she would turn into smoke and disperse.
The moonlight outside the window moved half an inch and shone into the windowsill, landing on the wine jug around his waist.
The character 'slag' has a silver edge coated with moonlight, cold and shiny.
He didn't look up.
Just burying her face deeper into her hair, breathing deeply and slowly, as if confirming something.
Ji Xue didn't move.
Just let him hold it, with fingertips still in his hair, gently rubbing it one by one.
The room is very quiet.
Only the word 'scum' on the wine pot emits a cold glow under the moonlight.