Sure enough, this person is even more stupid after falling into a demon, right?

On the one hand, the roots of his teeth are a little soft, and on the other hand, Shi Wuluo's face is close at hand, his eyelashes are drooping, and his black eyes are quiet. Qiu Bodeng couldn't help grinding his teeth, he simply fished the hawthorn that was thrown back into the water and took a few bites.

As soon as they got together, Qiu Bodeng regretted it.

The pulp is crushed between the lips and teeth.

Shi Wu Luo, who had fallen into an evil spirit, was ignorant of his vicious "revenge", and pressed his neck with fingers that were as cold as cool jade. It is diffused, and the physiological is cold. Evil ghosts don't know the five flavors of the human world, but instinctively touch the tip of the teeth, lick the base of the tongue, demand, and entangle.

deeper than usual.

Deep as if into the soul.

I don't know if it was because it was so deep that it penetrated into the soul, or because the hawthorn was too sour, this kiss made the tailbone shiver straight up. ...Why doesn't he know that he is so afraid of acid? But if it wasn't for the sudden desire of Arlo to make a bunch of candied haws with his own hands, such sour fruits would not be on his dining table.

It can only be said that it is self-inflicted.

despair.

The small half of the residual fruit fell back into the pool. Qiu Bodeng leaned back, his hand touched the snow by the pool, and the juice was stained on his fingertips, a little bright red. He bent his back, trying to free himself from the shuddering kiss, but was wrapped around his waist by a strong arm, unable to escape. The fingers curled in vain, leaving a beautiful red mark on the snow.

The residual fruit floated with the water and was stopped by a plum blossom hanging down from the water. A big herring swam over and Gulu swallowed it.

After a long while, the clean fruit core was spit out again.

The flexed and tightened fingers finally loosened, the boy's cheeks were dyed a thin layer of red, the end of his eyes was smudged like cinnabar, the delicate Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his breathing was short. The young man leaned over, took his hand, wiped off the hawthorn juice residue on his fingertips, and was pushed away by the young man in a bad mood.

Weeping plums are like willows, and the branches are piled with snow.

Shi Wu Luo straightened up.

In the mottled flower shadow, he sits upright and upright, as handsome as a bamboo, and the lines of his cheeks have the beauty of a plateau and the cold and tranquility of the snow. Tenderness shouldn't have anything to do with him. He should be the most lonely and chilling swordsman in the scholar's writings.

"...pretend."

Qiu Bodeng withdrew his hand from his fingers, gave him a side glance, pulled the bamboo basket down from the tree, and stuffed it into his arms angrily.

"The rest, you wash away yourself."

Having said that, he got up and walked to the other side of the lake.

Before he could take a step, he was caught.

Shi Wuluo held his wrist with little strength, but he couldn't break free. There was a thin black chain wrapped around the two wrists, inseparable... After returning from the Great Wilderness, they have always been together. It was he who was sleeping, and Qiu Bodeng also hid the Ruomu Ling in his sleeves.

Can't let this person go.

Even if only half a step.

When Qiu Bodeng was pulled back to the edge of the pool and fell into someone's arms, he was silent for a moment. After reflecting for a while, Qiu Bodeng realized that after a certain person fell into a demon, the greedy instinct of the evil spirit overcame the rationality of self-restraint, and the degree of stubbornness and aggression were much stronger than before...

"Forget it," Qiu Bodeng was half helpless, half sighed, "What am I teaching you?"

A certain person did not speak, and only lightly traced his eyebrows.

Qiu Bodeng pushed his fingers away, lay down lazily against him, turned over, "wash the fruit quickly, don't be lazy."

The evil spirit retracted his hand obediently and began to clean the fruit.

The aura from the Great Wilderness on his body was too heavy, and he didn't want to damage the fruits, so he could only wash them one by one in water like a mortal. Qiu Bodeng rested on his lap, watching the waves on the surface of the pool rippling, the water patterns reflected on the bright red fruits and on Ah Luo's knuckles. Looking at it, before knew it, fell asleep.

No nightmare as expected.

After falling asleep, it was dark and quiet, with a clear and lingering breath surrounding him, isolating the dust and the noise, only the water was flowing quietly... It was like returning to the ancient times, everything has not happened yet, everything still exists . slept so deeply this night.

Unprecedented silence.

When woke up, it was already dark.

"Why don't you shout..."

Qiu Bodeng's words suddenly stopped, and he met a pair of silver-gray eyes. He stretched out his hand subconsciously, until Shi Wuluo lowered his eyelashes to look at him, he realized that it was the white moon hanging on the black stone cliff, the clear light of the cold pool, reflecting the moonlight in Shi Wuluo's eyes.

...is the moonlight.

"Why didn't you call me?" Qiu Bodeng asked, "It's getting dark."

Shi Wuluo didn't answer, as if he didn't know the answer.

Qiu Bodeng looked at him for a while, and turned his head to find that the fruit had been washed, and a bamboo basket full of it was placed in the snow. There is a small shelf next to it made of old branches and fallen wood. The two-eared copper kettle that has been washed has been suspended under the horizontal branch, but the fire has not yet been lit, waiting for him to wake up.

When he got up, the Yanluo sheet covering his body slid down.

Qiu Bodeng was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he thought he had returned to the long journey from Zhunan to the Wu clan, that hopeless elopement without knowing each other's plans... At that time, every time he woke up from a rest, no matter if it was in a carriage, Still on the light boat, someone would always cover him with a quilt so that the cold wind would not disturb his sleep.

After the fall, Shi Wuluo still retained this habit.

——This warm, gentle, incompatible habit with evil spirits.

"I really don't know if you remember or don't remember..." Qiu Bodeng said in a low voice.

As soon as the words came out, he laughed first.

At first, A Luo was uncertain whether he remembered it or not, but now it is he who can't tell whether A Luo remembers it or not.