After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Jiang Yufeng slowly closed his eyes, but let out a long sigh in his heart.

He realized that Song Bihui should have vaguely known his identity, but he didn't know when this person discovered it.

How does Song Bihui look at this matter, maybe he can't wait to tear him into pieces.

Jiang Yufeng also felt helpless for him because of such messy things and being entangled with the people he hated endlessly.

So the safest way now is to get away when Song Bihui wants to settle the old and new accounts with him.

He was thinking in a daze, but suddenly felt that Song Bihui hugged him tighter, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

But he didn't bite any deeper, and even let go and licked the tooth mark lightly.

"Ah!" Jiang Yufeng only felt the slight tingling and damp heat that hit him in an instant, making his breathing stagnate, and some heavy breathing and heartbeats surrounded the tent, which he had never felt before.

My own reason is constantly being pulled down and sinking.

Song Bihui buried his head on his neck, he could smell the familiar cool fragrance of that person, and the vigorous and fragrant pulse that was close at hand.

Until the desire is satisfied, the mind slowly calms down.

He felt like a drug addict, and the onset of this curse made him feel endless exhaustion and struggle in his body and mind.

But the sense of immorality pushed him all the way to the precipice of indulgence, and his soul clamored to be crazy, to be desperate, and to perish with it.

Song Bihui lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and carelessly tugged at the man's long hair, like a satisfied cat.

"Huh?" Jiang Yufeng said softly, his deep voice made his chest tremble slightly, he completely pulled himself out of those strange feelings, and calmed his heartbeat.

"Are you ready? Then I'll get some hot water. You clean the wound first, and then I'll bandage you again."

"Yeah." This man was rarely easy to talk to, maybe it was because the torment of the curse just now had left him with little energy.

Song Bihui let go of his hand slowly, as if he was still a little bit reluctant.

Jiang Yufeng felt that he was a big moving blood bag. In short, this person should not hurt him until the case is over.

This should be regarded as an effective containment, he can only play by ear.

But for some reason, he seems to have gotten used to Song Bihui being by his side all the time. If his plan to fake death succeeds then, where should he go?

Is it in Jiangnan?Or Mobei...

He thought silently, and lit the candle with a wave of his hand, and the dim light illuminated a corner of the room, quiet and peaceful.

Song Bihui saw that the man under the light pulled up his collar, his expression was indifferent and gentle, and there was still a faint tooth mark on his shoulder near his neck.

There is a seductive fragility, like the moonlight falling on the window lattice.

His throat moved slightly, feeling a little impatient in his heart.

"Hold out your hand." Jiang Yufeng took a silver tweezer and reached out to Song Bihui.

This kid is so stubborn, those who don't know it think he has the tendency of masochism, it's really ruthless to be able to make his hands like this.

Song Bihui stretched out his hand obediently, and was dragged by Jiang Yufeng. He lowered his eyes and picked out the bamboo thorns in the flesh one by one. The blood beads had a breakthrough at the moment, slowly oozing out, along the fingers The edge falls.

"Can you drink your own blood? Take a sip?" Jiang Yufeng raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"Uh..." Song Bihui snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with him at the moment.

After Jiang Yufeng quietly cleaned the barbs in the man's fingers, he got up, walked to the screen painted with fine brushwork landscapes, and tried the water in the wooden barrel.

The water has been heated up by the fairy artifact he brought from Zeshan, and the temperature is just right at this time.

He felt like he was offering an offering to an ancestor, and that ancestor still wanted to come by himself.

It's weird, what's wrong with my previous self, why provoke Song Bihui?

But this is indeed a change of luck.

It got worse.

"Don't get water on the wound when you wash it." Jiang Yufeng asked, "If you get pus due to water, I will deprive you of the right to take a bath in the future, so you can only cover it, you know?"

Song Bihui's face turned gloomy at the moment, but he didn't say anything, but silently expressed his strong dissatisfaction and protest with his eyes.

"Can you wash? Do you want to help?" It is rare to meet Song Bihui when he is deflated, and he must come back.

There was a faint smile in Jiang Yufeng's tone, and he smiled secretly when he saw the anger in the screen splashing water.

childish……

Through the screen, he could vaguely see the strong and majestic figure of the man, and the occasional sound of water was really disturbing.

Even though she has such a handsome appearance, she has cultivated a ruthless way. I don't know how many girls in this world will be heartbroken by this.

"You are going to Hualou with her tomorrow." Song Bihui said suddenly and coldly.

Why did he say this in a weird way, as if he was going to do something bad.

"Well." Jiang Yufeng said helplessly, "If you start this case earlier, you can get rid of your curse as soon as possible."

But Song Bihui was silent.

"You don't have to worry, I will leave some blood for you tomorrow, if something calls me for the jade card, I will definitely come back." He said slowly.

But the man still didn't seem to be satisfied, so he just "hummed" displeasedly, and pulled off the clothes on the screen.

"Be careful of the wound." He emphasized again, but after a while, Song Bihui came out fully dressed.

There was still a wave of heat on his body, the water from the tip of his hair dripped slowly, and he had one hand hanging down, as if he couldn't exert much strength.

Jiang Yufeng had to wipe his hair briefly with a towel, and brought a new bandage and medicine bottle.

Song Bi looked back at the man standing in front of him, hesitated for a while, and then untied his belt and dropped a sleeve.

The clothes that were originally neatly dressed were hanging loosely on his arms at this time, and the man's chest was half exposed. Although Jiang Yufeng knew that this man was in good shape, he had never felt it so intuitively before.

He looked at the smooth and strong muscle lines of the man, feeling the heat on the skin as if it could burn his fingers.

I'm so envious.Jiang Yufeng was full of melancholy.

With his eyes lowered, he lightly sprinkled the powder on the man's somewhat terrifying wound, then wrapped it tightly with a bandage, and he breathed a sigh of relief when everything was done.

"Get some more sleep." He said softly, "The moon hasn't set yet."

The white and clean moonlight outside the window fell on the tip of Jiangyufeng's hair, unknown insects were still singing faintly, everything was quiet, and the whole world was still embraced by the night.

Song Bihui pulled back his clothes silently, got on the couch, and patted the bed skillfully.

The brocade quilt on the bed has been changed, it is clean and warm, "Come up and sleep." He said coldly.

"Uh..." Well, it's okay.

Jiang Yufeng feels that although his heart is strong enough, it is too difficult to share the same bed with Song Bihui.

He was really afraid that if Song Bihui came to his senses in the middle of the night, he would suddenly lose his temper and stab him to death.

"I'll just sit up and sleep." He opened his mouth slowly.

Then he raised his eyes and saw Song Bihui's cold eyes and somewhat gloomy expression.

"Okay, sleep. You go over." Jiang Yufeng had no choice but to say.

He has lived for so many years, and has never encountered these things.

Even when he was a child, when he lived and practiced with his master and two other senior brothers, he never had the experience of sharing a bed with others. This time he has learned a lot.

But Song Bihui seemed to be in a better mood, he moved back to make room for Jiang Yufeng.

The bed is quite big, it should be more than enough for two people.

What he didn't expect was that Song Bihui seemed to regard him as food directly, as if he was extremely insecure, and he had to watch over him all the time to be at ease.

Jiang Yufeng extinguished the candles with a wave of his hand, and the layers of gauze curtains fell down. At this moment, the moonlight was silent, but his heart was noisy.

……

When the sun came in, Jiang Yufeng opened his eyes. He was about to get up, but found that his chest was pressed by a heavy object.

He looked down silently, but saw a black cat the size of a palm, sleeping soundly curled up on his chest, while Song Bihui was nowhere to be seen beside him at the moment.

"Song Bihui." He called out, but the black cat's ears moved, but ignored him.

"You want to go to Hualou with me, don't you?" Jiang Yufeng sighed and had to keep his original movements, "How did you become like this?"

With this question, the black cat slowly opened its eyes. The golden pupils were as clean and deep as amber glass. He stood up and sniffed Jiang Yufeng's neck.

The furry touch made Jiang Yufeng feel like his hairs were standing on end.

"Let's go." Suddenly, a cold voice rang in his head.

Saying that, the black cat jumped off the bed lightly and landed on the ground, but Jiang Yufeng suddenly caught a glimpse of a bandage still tied to his leg.

"Don't run around!" Jiang Yufeng immediately reached out to fish him back.

"Let me go!" Song Bihui scolded, never expecting this person to dare to be so disrespectful to him.

"If you want to go, just listen to me obediently, and remember that you are just a cat now." Jiang Yufeng said with a smile, "If you want to go out, you have to pay some price."

"Uh..." Song Bihui fell silent.