Red dust kills beauty

37. You in my eyes⑤

Being a "pet" is not a good feeling.

Fu Baixue unbuttoned his coat, and wrapped me into his coat like a cat.He had always been a very well-behaved man, and now he looked disheveled, which must have been indecent--I can hardly even imagine it.

The people around seemed to be talking and joking, but I couldn't hear anything.

I curled up in Fu Baixue's arms, clinging to his arms as if on driftwood, waiting for him to take me away.

I don't know if it's inborn, but the smell of Fu Baixue's pheromone is very faint, and I can hardly feel it. The only time I can clearly distinguish it is the one that stopped abruptly in the mountain city.But probably because I have recognized him once, I can easily find his pheromones now.It didn't release the mating signal, but tried to appease me.

In such a small space, his breath envelops me. Even though my movements are restricted now, I am not worried at all, but feel extremely comforted.Occasionally—really only occasionally, I also feel that if I'm not so strong, and I don't like to take care of things so much, it seems to be quite good to be a cat napping in Fu Baixue's arms.

Because I can't hear or see now, the way to stay awake is to feel the powerful pulsation from Fu Baixue's chest with all my strength.

boom.boom.boom.boom.boom.

His heartbeat sounded like a rose blooming on the silent snow field.I can't bear it to be alone, but I'm afraid of the wind and snow.

But this kind of silence didn't last long. When the medicine took effect, I couldn't help but tightly clutched Fu Baixue's skirt.

"..." He seemed to say something to me, but I couldn't hear it, so I just squeezed him harder.Fu Baixue stretched out her hand and clasped my fingers tightly.I seem to be ups and downs in the dark sea waves in the dark night, I don’t know where is the sky and where is the earth. Fu Baixue’s hand is the only anchor that connects me, preventing me from being overturned by the waves and drowning in the deep sea.

After an unknown period of time, maybe 1 minute, maybe an hour, he suddenly picked me up, stood up and walked out.

I regained a little clarity, pinched his earlobe gropingly with my fingers, and whispered: "...the feet are cold."

How could pets wear too thick clothes? It would be nice to have shorts to cover their bodies. After blowing in the air-conditioned room for too long just now, the upper body was warmed by his chest, but the lower legs were almost numb from the cold.

Fu Baixue paused for a moment, then held my waist and hugged me, squeezed my bare/bare feet with his warm and powerful palms, and then I only felt my legs sink, and he wrapped some clothes around my calves.Then he carried me all the way to a room that seemed to be opened by Qin Zhaojin.

When my body touched the bedding, I thought he would untie me soon, but he didn't.

He just took my earplugs off.

"Hmm..." I gasped, my brain, which was repeatedly dominated by heat and hallucinations, had no time to process too much information, so I frowned instinctively, "Uncomfortable..."

"..." Fu Baixue's grip on my arm suddenly increased, and we rubbed each other's ears. I heard him ask me in an unsteady breath, "Then...do you want me to help you?"

My vision was still dark, and I was helplessly immersed in the sea water, sinking and floating.My mind was dizzy, and I subconsciously stretched out my hand in his direction.

"Pfft."

He suddenly laughed.

"...?"

He picked me up like a moon out of water—probably.

"You look like a mermaid this way. The little mermaid I found."

These were the last words I heard before my consciousness snapped.

In the middle of the journey, I was sober for a moment, feeling the "help" that was so meticulous that it would drive people crazy. I whimpered, clutched the bed sheet under me tightly, and spit out broken words: "No...Xiao Shang—— That's enough, I, I want...you—"

The gentle and creepy development suddenly stopped, and I "looked" blankly, but I couldn't see anything except the darkness.

"... Come in quickly." I choked up and urged.

The next moment, the extreme happiness that almost crushed people came to me, and I raised my head unbearably, but was grabbed by the throat.

Sober for just a moment, I was quickly carried back into wave after wave.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

I was awakened by a tempting aroma of food.The bright sunlight shines through the thin eyelids, the mattress under me is fluffy and soft, the pillows are neither high nor low, and the aroma of meat porridge is strong but not greasy. It all seemed like a good morning.

...provided I don't remember what happened last night.

I closed my eyes tightly, hugging the pillow and not daring to move.

no?I did it with Laobai?real or fake?It seemed that he had vented, but his lower abdomen was very relaxed, and he didn't feel the pain of being exploited by greed after finishing with the witch merchant.But if Fu Baixue didn't open my mouth, then it can be explained that there is no discomfort in this place, after all, he is not that bastard of the witch merchant.

So did you do it or not?

I tried my best to recall, and suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of the witch merchant—did I call the witch merchant by the name of the witch merchant when I was preparing for Fu Baixue last night...?

To be honest, the moment I remembered this incident, I instantly panicked from my scalp to my toes.But as for what I'm panicking about, I don't quite understand myself.

"..."

I quietly opened my eyes, and Fu Baixue was sitting on the chair beside my bed, stirring a bowl of meat porridge with her head down.I suddenly became vigilant again.

Porridge?Why eat meat porridge?Fu Baixue and I had breakfast, mostly steamed buns and very little salty porridge.On the other hand, every time the day after I finished with the witch merchant, especially after the hard work, the witch merchant would cook porridge for me in a different way.

Don't blame me for thinking wildly, in fact... I don't know what to say about this matter.

A faint white mist rose from the bowl of porridge, and it was dotted with green onions, which looked very fragrant.

So hungry.

My saliva secreted unconsciously, and when I was worrying about how to swallow without attracting his attention, Fu Baixue said: "Since you are awake, let's get up and eat. The porridge has already cooled down, so it won't burn your mouth."

I:"!!!"

I was scared to death, how did Fu Baixue know that I was awake! ?

He obviously didn't turn his head, but he seemed to see through my thoughts: "How many years did we sleep together when we were still on the battlefield? If you move your eyelashes a little, I know you want to turn over , still want to get into my arms."

"..." Tsk.

Fu Baixue couldn't say such things before, so he really did, and then his skin became thicker?

I was puzzled, and couldn't help but wonder, did Fu Baixue count my eyelashes to pass the time when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night?Don't ask me why I feel that way, because I've done it when I'm bored.

Seeing that I really couldn't pretend anymore, I lifted the quilt and got up, scratching my hair helplessly.

"As the leader of the Self-Defense Forces, you openly stayed overnight on Yu Jingchun's territory, and even asked someone to accompany you overnight—Old Bai, you don't want to be famous, do you?"

Fu Baixue smiled shortly, his eyes were no longer clear and transparent as before, his eyes were heavy, like frozen frost and snow.I didn't dare to take a closer look, my eyes met him instantly, and then hurriedly landed on the white porridge in front of me.

"If I can't even keep important people, what reputation do I need?"

"..." Why do you say this, it's more disturbing than what happened last night.

I feel like I can't continue the conversation today. I feel guilty, guilty, irritable, embarrassing, and embarrassing all together. I can't even figure out who it's for.

On the head of the bed is a suit of neatly folded clothes, not the style I wear every day, but a sweater and jeans that fit the status of a "pet" and are convenient for wearing out to meet people the next day.

Without saying a word, I got dressed in twos and twos, opened the door and went downstairs, ready to go out.Until I got to the gate, I heard Fu Baixue calling me to stop.

"Where are you going?"

I paused and squeezed the doorknob tightly.

"go back."

"Where are you going back?"

"..." I opened my mouth, and my eyes suddenly became hot, "...go home."

Fu Baixue seemed to sigh: "Is that already your home?"

"........."

A long time ago, Fu Baixue and I talked about this topic.

We just established the Self-Defense Force at that time. The Self-Defense Force at that time had no money and no one. We just bought a courtyard house to live together. I lived in the north room and he lived in the east wing. Every morning and afternoon, there was a group of people who didn’t know how to use their abilities. Men, women and children come and practice martial arts in the courtyard in the middle.Fu Baixue is strict and responsible, and will act as their teacher. I just hid under the locust tree next to me and watched jokes, not to mention how happy I was.

Sometimes when I saw them sweating profusely, I would take Fu Baixue to buy watermelons together. The two of us carried one in each hand, and four big and round watermelons were just enough for a group of big belly men to share.

That was the time when Fu Baixue and I were closest. We didn't have to worry about the fireworks that exploded suddenly in the camp, and we didn't have to worry about how much dry food and water we had left. We woke up in the morning light and birdsong every day. To be able to see another person.

Once we were full at night, we took a walk outside, chatting and laughing under the moon all the way, and walked away without paying attention.When I found out, I smiled and said, "Don't go any further, Lao Bai, it's time for us to turn back."

Fu Baixue also smiled. In the night, his thick and straight eyelashes were like pine needles, giving off a chill: "Where are you going?"

I am baffled.

"What is going back? Just go back."

Uncharacteristically, he insisted on being serious with me, and asked again in a leisurely manner.

"Where are you going back?"

"That's right—" I suddenly recalled, bit my tongue in a panic, but Fu Baixue still looked at me with a smile.

"Back, back——"

I was stuttering, the word "home" rolling on the tip of my tongue, looking at his bright and chuckling eyebrows, but I couldn't say anything.

Feeling the hot air rushing to my face, I turned my face away from him, and said in a fierce tone, "Just go back to the Self-Defense Forces! Where else can I go back!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He seemed to find it very funny, so he laughed, and the laughter was very clear.

I always remember very clearly that the moonlight that night was very bright, falling on him, making him as light as the moonlight.

——But these conversations, these memories, are no longer important.

"Zero, wait a minute."

I just stood there, listening to Fu Baixue's familiar footsteps getting closer.Although Qin Zhaojin likes to show off, he has always been cowardly towards Fu Baixue in private. This time, Fu Baixue's residence is a villa dedicated to entertaining distinguished guests.He walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs, into the hall, and finally came to me.

I still maintained the posture of holding the handle tightly and preparing to go out, and I didn't dare to look back.

Fu Baixue's exhausted voice came from behind, "Are you not even willing to meet me properly?"

"..."

It's not that they don't want to, but that they don't know what expression to use to meet each other.

We haven't seen each other since the last time we left in Shancheng.It only took three or four months, but so many things happened in the middle that it made me feel like a world away.

I turned around slowly, and saw Fu Baixue standing in front of me, still with bright brows and eyes, still a moonlight-like beauty.

Fu Baixue stared at me, and asked very quietly and slowly: "Do you know, when I returned to Yanbei after a long journey, but I couldn't find you everywhere, what exactly... was my mood?"

"..." I opened my mouth, I had a thousand words to say, and many grievances to express, they were crowded in my heart, and they were about to suffocate me.

Besides Fu Baixue, who else can I tell these depressing things?It's like collecting clothes when it rains, and eating when people are hungry.

In the end, I just asked dumbly: "...you have been out for so long this time, have you been injured?"

"..." Fu Baixue was silent for a long time, I only saw his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.I thought he was angry, but when I looked up, I saw that he sighed helplessly, and the aura that had been condensed just now dissipated.

"You—" he finally smiled, but his eyes sparkled like tears, "you're really stupid."

"..."

I stared blankly at him.

I went home in a daze all the way, and what I played back and forth in my mind was Fu Baixue's tearful smile.

It wasn't until I entered the house that I realized that I had forgotten something.I didn't remember it until I saw the witch merchant sitting in the hall.

——I forgot to ask Fu Baixue if we have done it.

Wu Shang is sitting on the sofa reading a book, his legs are elegantly crossed, his figure has just grown, and his temperament is not yet a little green, if he is photographed, he can be used as a fashion magazine.

But having dealt with this kid for many years, I know very well that the angrier he is, the more he pays attention to his manners.The current posture is probably only a thin line away from madness.

When he saw me coming back, he smiled reflexively, but the next moment his smile froze.

I followed his gaze and lowered my head, and saw a dark red mark on the skin of my shoulders near my neck, not covered by the sweater.

It was left by Fu Baixue last night.

Next chapter: The Gift of Silence ①

I bought gemstones for Zhaoyao, and beads for Fu Baixue, but I never got the part of a witch merchant.

—he thought he hadn't.

I did put them all away and never gave them to him.

?April [-]st

The long pendant really limits my performance. You don't know how long I changed the first paragraph in order to pass the trial.

I kind of want to play a clip from Laobai's perspective.

These five chapters are inspired by a line of lyrics: "In your eyes, what color am I?"

Suara's "But for the sake of the king", a very sad piece.Originally, I wanted to write the colors of Zhaoyao and Wu Shang in one go, but the delay was too long and the rhythm was affected, so I dealt with them separately.