Red dust kills beauty

[-]. White Album③

I'm going crazy.

I admit that I am not a good person, and I know that I will always lose the chain at critical moments.But sincerely, if I am guilty, please let God punish me instead of throwing me into this horrible Shura field.

When I first let Lao Bai stay overnight, I really didn't expect things to turn out like this.

The main reason is that the AO pheromone with a 100% matching rate is really too foul...I didn't have a deep understanding of this matter because my consciousness was not clear before.

But the current situation is really retribution!

In fact, a while ago, Wu Shang and I have been sleeping in the same bed—a very pure kind of sleep.

During the period of living with the witch merchant, I discovered one thing in surprise.

——This child is purer than I imagined.

A few months ago, if someone told me about Wu Shangchun, I would have scoffed and laughed loudly at whether he was crazy.

But when you wake up every morning and say good morning, go to bed and say good night at night, and when you are together, he is dressed more tightly than you, it can only make people laugh and think, "It's too pure, the aggressive look before Was it a fake?"

Once I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and then I found out that this kid would secretly watch me.

It's not a lewd gaze with an obscene meaning, but just like a child, simply looking at someone he likes very much.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, and felt that the witch merchant half stood up, stretched out his finger tentatively, and placed it in front of my eyelashes.

The cold fingers did not emit the heat that the human body should have. He placed it in front of my eyelids, keeping it in a position that would not touch me.

What is the witch merchant doing?Are you counting my eyelashes?

The finger stopped there cautiously, as if he was afraid that I would not wake up, but he was reluctant to let go, so his movements were particularly hesitant.

My five senses are sharp, even through the eyelids, I can feel him touching my fluffy eyelashes through the air.

This boring action seems to be very attractive to him. He played with it for a long time, reluctantly stopped the action, and turned to describe my facial features.

Forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips.

He passed them lightly, and said to himself: "If you look carefully... it still looks a bit like..."

The weak air flow driven by my fingers was a little itchy, I frowned on purpose, the witch merchant immediately withdrew his hand vigilantly, and got into his quilt in seconds.

I rubbed my eyes as if I had just woken up, and then my eyes naturally fell on his face.

Shaman buried half of his head in the bed, his facial features were quiet, his hair was disheveled, his breathing and heartbeat were calm and powerful, and he looked like he was fast asleep.

I really have to praise him for his acting skills.

I didn't do anything, just stared at him.The kind who holds his cheeks and smiles.

"..."

"..."

After staring at it for about a minute, the witch merchant's breathing became obviously unsteady, and his long eyelashes began to tremble uncontrollably.

I followed his example and gently touched his eyelashes with my fingers, but unlike him pretending to touch them, I was really touching them.

It felt very itchy, and I understand very well, because Fu Baixue did this to me.Every time he fiddles with my eyelashes, I want to bite him.

"..." The witch merchant was still pretending to be dead, his eyelashes didn't even move, but a blush gradually came to his ears.

I chuckled, now he knows that I understand that he is pretending to be asleep, and that I know what he was doing just now, so I am curious how he will respond.

Do you want to imitate my frivolous look and open your eyes with a smile to play hooligans, or continue to pretend that you don't know.

As a result, the reaction of the witch merchant was far beyond my expectations.

The child's eyelashes kept shaking, but he stubbornly refused to open his eyes, and then turned over, making a gesture of turning over in a deep sleep.

I couldn't help laughing and poked his lower back: "Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

But you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

The witch merchant's response to me was to pull the quilt wordlessly and cover half of his ears, probably because he noticed that he was blushing.

But it didn't help because I saw his fingers flushed with shame as he pulled the quilt up.

"..." I covered my face and said silently in my heart.

I'm sorry Zhaozhao, from now on in my heart, you are not the only cutie.Because I suddenly realized that this annoying witch merchant is... quite cute.

In addition to this little thing, there is another thing that I find very interesting.

It is that the witch merchants are particularly obsessed with greetings in the morning and evening.

To be honest, I don’t have this habit. After waking up, everyone can do whatever they want. Why do you have to say good morning and good night?

But the witch merchant is very persistent.

I was annoyed by him and forced out of the habit.

After the incident of counting eyelashes above happened, I felt that this kid was also cute, so I gradually let go of my defenses (although I slept with him in a bunk, but there was always a weapon under my pillow), and I didn’t force him. I can't sleep deeply.

Once I fell asleep and was rudely pushed awake by the witch merchant.I was so annoyed that I buried my head in the bed, like an ostrich, trying to escape the reality of having to get up.

Then the witch merchant smiled, and said, "Why can't I get rid of the problem of staying in bed, is it engraved into my DNA?", and then directly took off my quilt.

"Get up soon, brother——"

He seldom called my brother, and when he did, he was full of malice and provocation, and he was demonstrating to Zhaoyao.But this time it was different, his voice was bright, like a real teenager.

I was so sleepy that I was unconscious, so I pulled him into my arms and rubbed his head vigorously, then lost my mind again, and kissed his face hard.

"Early, early," I said perfunctorily without opening my eyes, "Hey, let me sleep for a while."

Then that day, I often saw the witch merchant in a daze, touching his forehead from time to time.At that time, I completely forgot what happened in the morning. I just thought this kid was really weird.

At night, when we were about to turn on the lights and say good night, he glanced at me and didn't speak.

I am very familiar with his hesitant expression, so I asked directly: "What's wrong?"

Wu Shang blinked his eyes, blinked again, and finally said slowly under my increasingly impatient expression: "...how about a goodnight kiss?"

"You're thinking of eating peaches." I said speechlessly, "It's too sticky."

The witch merchant didn't show an expression of surprise or disappointment, on the contrary, "I knew it was like this" was written all over his face.Then shrugged, very indifferently: "Oh, that's fine."

Then with his back to me, he got into his bed.

The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the more I thought about it, the more pitiful he looked, what a ghost.

I always feel trapped in his trap, feel that he seems to be pretending to be pitiful, and seems to be really sad, and I still don't understand why I am entangled in this stupid thing.

The more I thought about it, the more I got a headache, so I simply pulled him out of the bed: "Wizhang, are you asleep?"

He opened a pair of sleepless dark eyes, and said lightly, "What are you doing?"

I had a bad feeling that I was about to be caught by him, and I scratched my hair irritably: "Where do you want to kiss?"

"..." The witch merchant blinked his eyes - I found that he would use this gesture to cover up his emotions when encountering unexpected things: "Is there still a choice?"

"That's right." I was annoyed, "Go to sleep after kissing, ancestor."

He seemed to be thinking about something, and asked me very solemnly: "Is that lip okay?"

"can."

"...What about the tongue? The kissing kind."

I thought to myself that you would almost tear me apart when you first split up, and now you are still pretending to be serious, so I said with a half-smile: "Yes."

"What about the Adam's apple? What about the ears? Can these parts work too?"

"...Are you kissing me or I kissing you? It's fine, it's fine."

I just couldn't understand the way this kid was thinking about something, so I said maliciously: "But I can only choose one place."

The witch merchant was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he showed a bit of regret: "That's the forehead."

I:"……?"

God knows, I really thought the night's goodnight kiss would turn into the start of another event after he asked about a litany of sensitive spots.

"Then..." I inserted my fingers into his hair, and lightly touched his forehead with my lips, "Good night."

"..." The wizard suddenly laughed.I found that when he was actually smiling, his eyes were actually crooked.

I propped my head up and looked at him, and when he realized that he had lost his composure and restrained the smile on his face, he pointed to his eyes and said slowly, "Xiao Shang, I just discovered today that when you smile, there are also stars here." .”

"..." The witch merchant blinked again, pursing his lips as if he didn't know how to react.

I found that he was a man who was at home with the maliciousness of others, but at a loss for the kindness of others. He was completely different from his shrewd image, and he was simply too clumsy.

That night, he slept with his back to me again.

I couldn't figure it out, so I sent a text message to ask Fu Baixue who hadn't reconciled with me at that time.

"Old Bai, what's wrong with witch merchants?"

"..."

He returned me a string of ellipses.

I talked so much about the "pure" of the witch merchant before because I found that this person has a really strong desire for monopoly.

When we are alone with me, in fact, we hardly have a chemical reaction under the influence of hormones. The way he looks at me and his expression is like a child looking at an adult he likes very much.

He doesn't know how to be a monster, he doesn't know how to be weird, and he is even very obedient and very quiet, to the point where he can be called "sweet".

I understand his empathy for me, so although it feels a bit awkward, it's okay.

But if Zhaoyao is present, the witch merchant will be restless.He would provoke Zhaoyao on purpose, try every means to belittle him, laugh at him, stick to me like showing off his power, and put on a posture of "Second Brother" in front of Zhaoyao.

But even though there is a strong sense of competition for favor, it still looks like brothers in the family trying to win the attention of adults. Although it is like a cat and dog fight, the headache index has more than doubled, but I can still handle it.

The terrifying Shura field that really made my stomach twitch faintly was the arrival of Fu Baixue.

The addition of adult men made the witch merchant feel vigilant all of a sudden.

Although we slept on the same bed before, we actually slept under separate quilts.Because first of all, he is too young, only fifteen, so I really don't think it's suitable; second, after all, it's a temporary relationship, and I'm afraid that if he gets close, he will go off.

But after he drove Fu Baixue away that night, he got into my bed without any explanation.To be honest, we haven't gotten so close since he suddenly split up last time.

Even if he is not in the susceptible period and the estrus period, he usually restrains his breath very well. At such a close distance, my instinct is still reminding me that an Alpha who has been connected with me is on my mattress, In my quilt, in my smell.

Although from the perspective of the food chain, A and O are the relationship between the predator and the prey, but from a more subtle and private psychological point of view, this kind of thing can give Omega a greater stimulus.

The pheromones are uncontrollably intertwined with each other, and the consequences are quite difficult to deal with.

I really don't want to think about how flustered I was when I heard Fu Baixue's voice next door at the moment when the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

What's worse, that brat, the witch merchant, took my stiffness as an invitation, and began to tentatively do some licking and sucking things...

I know how good Fu Baixue's ears are, but I can't bluntly refuse, because witch merchants will definitely blow up.This brat seemed to be extraordinarily energetic that night, with the urge to swear his sovereignty, he would say anything shameless.

Although he leaned close to my ear and whispered in a low breath, it was so light that he could lick the root of my ear.But what's the difference between this and directly hitting Fu Baixue's ears! ?

But it has to be admitted that this feeling of being blatantly peeped and vile, as well as the unexplainable guilt, made me so sensitive that my whole body was numb like an electric shock, and I couldn't resist it at all.

After being toyed with by the enthusiastic witch merchant for a while in such pain and entanglement, until Zhaoyao stood at the door and was taken away by Fu Baixue, this brat finally realized something.

He took out the beautiful pillow cover called "I'm afraid you will make a sound" from my mouth, and asked me with a super stinky face, if I was overheard by the next door.

I gasped, wiped the liquid from the corners of my eyes and lips, and nodded.

"……………………"

I swear, I have never seen such a depressed and unhappy expression on the face of a witch merchant—except for his teacher, I have never seen him care about anything so much.

Then he didn't say anything, after biting a comforting tooth mark on the back of my neck restraintly, he turned over gently and got out of bed, and went to the toilet to extinguish the fire.

The real trouble started on the second day.

I got up late again because of the noise the night before.When they got dressed and went downstairs rubbing their eyes, the other three were already having breakfast.

Breakfast is porridge cooked by Zhaoyao—don’t get me wrong, he is not a boy who has been in a men’s class, he just lost a bet with a witch merchant and had to pay off his debts.

The dining table was a square table, and I naturally sat on the other side, with Zhaoyao on the left, the witch merchant on the right, and Fu Baixue on the opposite.

Facing Lao Bai's otherworldly face now, I really feel a little uncomfortable.My eyes fluttered, and I said haha: "Yo, Lao Bai."

What happened last night didn't seem to affect him at all, Fu Baixue nodded, peeled an egg for me as usual, and handed it over.

I didn't even think about it, I just pushed the rice bowl over, and he skillfully threw it into my bowl.

I hate eating boiled eggs, but eating this is really good for your health, especially on the battlefield where supplies are scarce.After we formed a team, Fu Baixue pressed my head hard, forcing me to develop this habit.

But I just don't like it, so to prevent me from secretly hiding the egg, every time we eat, he will peel it off with his own hands, put it in my bowl with his own hands, and eat it while watching me.

I think it's nothing, I didn't pick it up with my mouth, and I didn't hook his fingers with my fingers, we were innocent and aboveboard, but the witch merchant's face was pulled down all of a sudden.

When I woke up this morning, I noticed that his face was very stinky, probably because he was still upset about what happened last night - I don't think I probably didn't mind him - but he still maintained his usual level of eccentricity.

It belongs to the level where Zhaoyao would complain, "What kind of chicken plague do you have?"

But after seeing Fu Baixue hand me the peeled egg and I took it, his face was so gloomy that it could scare a child to cry.

Zhaoyao, who is a child, is probably the only exception. He hates witch merchants very much.So even though he didn't understand anything, he took the lead in picking things up: "Second brother, your expression is so ugly."

Although the witch merchant always said that he was Zhaoyao's second brother, Zhaoyao refused to admit it, and even invented the provocative title of "Second Brother".

"..." I already had a premonition of the upcoming battle, and I was tired of preparing to mediate.

As a result, Wu Shangli ignored Zhaoyao today, he didn't raise his eyelids, and went straight to Fu Baixue's face with all his firepower.

"Mr. Fu and my brother look very familiar. How long have you known each other?"

Good guy, this is so jealous, I don't even pretend to be pretending.

Fu Baixue fumbled a thousand catties, and stopped back: "I can't remember... It's about the same age as Zhaoyao."

Zhaoyao raised her head suddenly,