burn snow

It's soft, warm, and alive...

He seemed to bite too hard, the person in his arms let out a low gasp in pain, the extremely soft voice escaped from his lips and teeth, turned into a puff of hot air and pounced on his ears, Longying's back went numb, her body leaned forward, and her hands slid down , touched Jiang Baizhou's waist.

"Brother Zhou." He couldn't help himself, and called out repeatedly, "Brother..."

Acting coquettishly, but his actions were careless, Jiang Baizhou was only wearing unlined clothes, the hem of the clothes was lifted up, and the flesh on his waist was rubbed red with fingerprints from his fingers.

Jiang Baizhou was not annoyed when he was offended by this, he just pushed him, and caring that he might be injured, he pushed lightly and painlessly, and asked him, "What's wrong with you? It looks like you have been poisoned."

Long Ying said: "You are not real, why should you care about me?"

Jiang Baizhou smiled "puchi": "What did you say? I don't understand."

"Don't listen, just look at me."

Long Ying doesn't like to talk in hallucinations, the Jiang Bairi he fantasizes is just a pale silhouette, without real feelings, and if he says a few more words, he will "reveal his secrets", Long Ying is most afraid of this.

At the same time, limited by the lack of imagination of the owner of the illusion, Long Ying didn't know what "Jiang Baizhou" should say to her.

His brother Zhou only needs to stand where he is, be a god, don't speak or move, listen to his confession, and accept his worship.

Although he is not pious at all, he often wants to tear up the clothes of the gods and use his body to profane.

Long Ying was so proficient that he didn't need to think, his hands had already started to move, which was a more presumptuous movement than before. He touched down from Jiang Baizhou's back waist, but he was suddenly pushed away before reaching the place he wanted to touch.

This push was so heavy that Long Ying fell backwards, took a few steps backwards and fell into the chair, almost knocked the seat over, and slid with him to the wooden table behind her, with a bang.

Jiang Baizhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and reprimanded: "Husteel."

"..."

Long Ying froze, staring at Jiang Baizhou, and belatedly realized that this did not seem to be a hallucination.

The air froze in an instant.

Long Ying couldn't tell the truth from reality, and was hit by panic first.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out, but the poison of the mirage was boiling in his body, and his sobriety did not even last until the words fell to the ground. He saw Jiang Baizhou's long hair hanging loose, his clothes messy, his body had traces, and the last trace of reason in his mind Also broke.

Long Ying stood up.

If disciples were divided into grades, Long Ying would undoubtedly be the calmest one.

His desires do not please him, he cannot laugh.

But his calmness is extremely false, and it contains pain and violence. These emotions always have to find an outlet, or be soothed by his beloved. If it weren't for this, he would have gone crazy long ago.

But his beloved...

Don't love him at all.

With a splitting headache, Longying walked up to Jiang Baizhou again.

He took off all the camouflage, and looked at Jiang Baizhou with the look of a man looking at his prey.

However, Jiang Baizhou had never been a prey, and he only knew the difference between men and women all his life, and he didn't know that there might be differences between men and men. He just felt that Longying tonight was very strange, as if he had been poisoned by some kind of strange poison, or went off during practice. Bewitched, he couldn't understand what Long Ying wanted to do.

Even if Long Ying touches him, he only thinks it is "disrespectful", not "indecent".

"What's wrong with you? Let me see."

Jiang Baizhou tried to grab Longying's wrist and feel for his pulse.Long Ying dodged, grabbed his hand with her backhand, glanced over Jiang Baizhou's eyebrows, lips, and stopped on his slightly open skirt.

Long Ying's hands were very strong, and he pushed back Jiang Baizhou's hands, and pushed him against the door again.

Either Jiang Baizhou couldn't dodge, or he didn't fight back.

Long Ying was so weird that he felt a little curious in his heart, wanting to see what this person was going to do.

Long Ying did not disappoint him, and her movements were also weird, first she rubbed gently on his wrist, as if she was about to scrape off a layer of skin, which made him feel itchy in the pain, which was not very comfortable.Pressing against his forehead again, she leaned close to his lips and sniffed. Then, Long Ying's lips brushed against the side of his face, slid to the side of the ear, and bit his earlobe.

"..."

Jiang Baizhou had goose bumps all over his body, resisting the discomfort, and gently pushed Long Ying's head away."I see," he said.

"what?"

"I know how to help you."

Jiang Baizhou has practiced spells since he was a child, and has also read a lot of books. He once read "Sea Strange Records", which records the story of the fifth priest of the temple traveling abroad.

There is a passage in which the priest once met a strange fisherman who was possessed by a strange poison and became mad. He wanted to drink human blood and eat human flesh. His family feared him and his neighbors shunned him. He failed to detoxify him, and finally had to give him his own blood to drink, and the fisherman returned to normal.

According to the legend, the priest's blood contains "the power of the sea veins", which can cure all kinds of poisons.

Whether he can detoxify Jiang Baizhou is not very sure, but he can try.

Long Ying's symptoms were also very similar to those described in the book, she had a bloodthirsty desire, and always wanted to stick to him and bite him a few times.

Jiang Baizhou stretched out a finger and handed it to Long Ying's eyes: "Here."

"..."

Long Ying was taken aback, but did not understand the meaning of his move.And even though Jiang Baizhou was being suppressed, his expression still had a sense of looking down. Long Ying was not shorter than him, but he always felt that he was looking down at him. His eyes were so gentle that they could almost melt everything, and even contained a bit of Long Ying. I don't know if it was him. Imaginary love.

Long Ying was stunned.

Jiang Baizhou lightly touched his lips with his fingers, and said, "I'll bite you."

Longying's head buzzed, and she bit it in a strange way.

Jiang Baizhou's fingers had his own scent. When he smelled it in his nostrils, the first thing he felt was a cold, ice-like breath, and then a wisp of fragrance burst out from the ice and snow, which was fascinating.

Long Ying took his finger in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat, as if she could swallow Jiang Baizhou whole.

Jiang Baizhou said: "Bite it with your teeth, don't you understand?"

Long Ying used his teeth obediently, but his teeth were not sharp at all. After grinding for a long time, it was more like licking than biting. Like a puppy, he grabbed something he liked and wouldn't let it go.Jiang Baizhou frowned and pulled out his finger, and he came up to follow.

Jiang Baizhou had no choice but to bite through himself, and stuffed the bleeding finger into Longying's mouth.

The smell of blood rushed into his lungs, and Long Ying shook his head suddenly. It was hard to say whether he suddenly woke up or became more dazed. Jiang Baizhou fed him like feeding a cat, and he was very patient, but the difference was that his expression seemed to be more focused. They were so far away. Nearly, Jiang Baizhou's pupils filled with him.

Long Ying's heart stopped beating for a moment, and then it started beating even harder.

His hands trembled, and he choked on the blood he drank: "Brother Zhou..."

Long Ying woke up like a dream, and quickly spit out Jiang Baizhou's fingers. The latter looked normal, his knuckles moved slightly, and the wound healed quickly.

"Are you feeling better?" Jiang Baizhou suddenly reached out to wipe the blood off his lips.

They were still sticking together, and this action felt a bit intimate and lingering. Long Ying was even more dizzy, and subconsciously replied: "It's much better."

Jiang Baizhou seemed to have forgotten that he was being pressed down, and he focused all his attention on Longying's wrist. He whistled, Longying's pulse was unstable, and his internal breath was messy. It was indeed a sign of poisoning, and he couldn't fake it.

Jiang Baizhou asked, "How did you get poisoned?"

Long Ying was still immersed in the lingering relationship with him, and said in a daze, "Maybe he was poisoned."

"Poisoning?"

"Xie Yan wants to kill me."

"Then be careful." Jiang Baizhou glanced at him, "If you need my help, just ask."

After a pause, Longying quietly hugged Jiang Baizhou tightly, and now he had the courage to blurt out what he usually didn't dare to say: "Really? Is my brother so gentle with everyone, or does he only care about me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to know." Long Ying's voice was soft, and he realized that he was not fully awake, and he was so excited that he had the illusion of flirting with Jiang Baizhou.

This is the first time. Before, his confession was one-way, and he never got a response.

Today Jiang Baizhou actually looked at him seriously, taking into account his mood, and said very tactfully, "What do you think?"

Of course Long Ying knew the answer, but he didn't care.

Jiang Baizhou never hurt anyone. He asked repeatedly, and he was sure to hear the sentence he wanted to hear the most.

He pretended to be weak, "fell" on Jiang Baizhou's shoulder, and muttered: "No one cares about me, brother, even your concern is just incidental?"

Long Ying thought she was scheming, but before Jiang Baizhou answered, he realized that he was telling the truth.

This kind of self-revealing of scars in exchange for a little love from the other party is really pitiful.

What will Jiang Baizhou say?

Long Ying was in a trance again.

The smell of blood in his mouth hadn't dissipated, and he didn't feel good, but because it was Jiang Baizhou's blood, he actually found it delicious, which made his throat itchy.

Jiang Baizhou thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Of course you are different."

"..." Long Ying immediately tensed her back, "Really?"

Jiang Baizhou couldn't help laughing: "If you grow a flower, you will still have feelings for a long time. You are the child I rescued with my own hands. I haven't seen you for six years. You look so good. I'm so happy to see you. How can I not care more about you?" Points? Others can’t compare.”

Long Ying raised her head, staring blankly at Jiang Baizhou as if she had lost her mind.

Jiang Baizhou also looked at him, and there seemed to be affection in his eyes, like connivance, and love.Long Ying was so hot that he had never thought about it—he didn't even dare to think about it, that Jiang Baizhou might like him too.

Although not necessarily that kind of like.

But he is always a bit special compared to others.

So, can he push a little further——

"I'm so happy, brother." Long Ying wrapped her arms around Jiang Baizhou's waist, her arms couldn't be tighter, and her intimacy was out of proportion.

But he has already discovered that Jiang Baizhou is not sensitive to physical contact. As long as he doesn't go too far and stretches his hand where it shouldn't be, Jiang Baizhou will not respond, and it's all because he is acting like a baby.

Full of temptation, Long Ying obediently rubbed against Jiang Bairi's neck, like a puppy, unabashedly revealing her longing and dependence.

Jiang Baizhou raised his face, and looked at him with that downcast look.

Even though this kind of gaze was touching, it was somewhat condescending, but Jiang Baizhou's own gentleness subtly neutralized the discomfort it gave people.

Long Ying found that he was looking at herself, what was he thinking?Will there be thoughts of "this puppy is very well-behaved and obedient"?Does he like a submissive partner?

"companion."

Long Ying shuddered all over, resisting the urge to kiss Jiang Baizhou's fingers, her expression turned into a silent prayer.

How he wished that Jiang Baizhou could bow his head, kiss him, take the initiative to hug him, and take a good look at him at this moment.

Stop being that god who doesn't speak or move.

"Brother Zhou..."

It is a pity that he has never been devout, and his wish cannot be fulfilled.

Jiang Baizhou glanced at him, pointed to the blood on his body and said, "Go and change your clothes first, it's getting late, it's time to rest."