Dressed As a Waste of Marrying a Villain

Qu Weiyin didn't ignore her at first, and finally swallowed what was in his mouth. As he turned his head to find water to drink, Luo's kiss came seamlessly tonight.

As the two people's lips and teeth got closer, the woman's fragrance slowly melted into her mouth with the sweetness of sugar. Luo kissed all the sweetness in her mouth tonight, and then got up.

Qu Weiyin's phoenix eyes were misty, and he reached out to wipe the residue from his mouth.

"It's getting late, let's rest." Qu Weiyin said.

She stood up, pushed the chair behind her, and walked towards the inner room, with her long hair hanging down to her waist, blocking the swinging waist. Just as Luo was about to follow up tonight, she suddenly turned around and stopped at the door.

"You go back, tonight."

Although Qu Weiyin's tone is gentle, it can be seen from her dim eyes that she is now extremely depressed.

Luo Jinxiao couldn't help but stop, watching the door close in front of him.

Seeing Qu Weiyin like this, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't know how to comfort her. After all, Qu Weiyin was like this because she cared about her.

She sighed deeply and helplessly stuffed the Dragon Beard Crisp into her mouth.

Maybe let Qu Weiyin stay alone for a while, it would be better.

The sky was getting dark outside the window, and the midsummer evening was sultry, and there were waves of cicadas screaming and noisy. Qu Weiyin sat quietly on the bed, restless, and with a wave of his long sleeves, all the cicadas screaming became dumb.

At this time there was still silence again, only a few thin orange clouds floated in the sky, the setting sun had long disappeared, and everything was lonely and boring.

Qu Weiyin felt as if he had turned into a stone statue and didn't want to do anything.

The scene in the illusion was staged in front of her over and over again. It was she who killed her favorite person. The moment Luo was hit tonight, it seemed to be a curse, and it shackled her in it.

She didn't dare to face Luo Jinxiao again, and didn't dare to accept her kindness to her.

She remembered a few years ago, when she first met Luo Jinxiao at Wuhuimen, at that time Luo Jinxiao had the opportunity to kill her for revenge, or stay away from her and avoid this murderer.

But not only did she not, she always greeted her with a smile, and it was the same smile that made her fall step by step.

She is the only good in the world.

Qu Weiyin thought about it, suddenly leaned over and beat it **** his leg in pain.

"Everyone will be affected by you. It is impossible for you to fail to find out. The reason for all sorrow is because of you."

The words in the illusion suddenly echoed in her mind. After a long time, Qu Weiyin panted, trying to drive these words away.

"I will still die in front of you, it's all your fault."

"Shut up!" Qu Weiyin suddenly let out a depressed roar, she grabbed the Waning Moon and Stars Sword, and slashed **** her arm.

The wound of the Excalibur was difficult to heal, and the white skin was marked with a blood mark, with a little black blood flowing out of the wound, flowing to the fingertips, ticking to the ground.

The sharp pain in her hand finally made her sober, the illusion stopped, and those words gradually disappeared.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her arms, and gradually fell on the bed, her hair spread out. She didn't care about the wound, but curled up into a ball.

The window was finally dark, and the dead night came, and the last ray of sky light disappeared from Qu Weiyin. She lay quietly for a long time, slowly closing her eyes.

Unexpectedly, she lay half-dreamed and half-awake until midnight, but her heart trembled suddenly, like falling into the abyss, awakening her, she was already sweating profusely.

Qu Weiyin exhaled deeply, the blood on his hands had dried up, and the pain was no longer strong.

She woke up and couldn't sleep anymore, so she lifted her legs up and dragged her tired body out the door. The courtyard was quiet and the sky was moonless.

She hesitated for a while and walked towards Luo Jinxiao's house. Although she didn't know how to face it, at least at this moment, she was surprisingly in need of her.

There was still a candle in Luo Tonight’s room, with heavy shadows, dim yellow and warm, Qu Weiyin stood outside the window in a single coat, watching quietly.

Standing here, she suddenly felt safer.

The door suddenly opened. Luo poked his head tonight. After seeing Qu Weiyin, he quickly ran out and stood in front of her a few steps.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Although it is summer night, there is still some wind, beware of colds." Luo said tonight, holding her wrist, and leading her into the house.

She just touched the wound with this scratch, Qu Weiyin took a breath, and subconsciously put her hand behind her back.

"It's a fairy and a demon, how can you catch a cold." Qu Weiyin shook his head.

"You can't stand outside either." Luo saw her avoidance tonight, so he pulled her sleeves and led her into the house.

There were some old books on the table, messy, and on the ground, there was no place to go. Luo touched his head tonight and smiled.

"Sit down, I thought you would have fallen asleep long ago, so I dug up some old books that I didn't know when I left in this room, just look at it." Luo piled the books and bamboo slips in the corner tonight.

Qu Weiyin glanced around, only to see the words "Xianmen Yuanyuan" and "Shenji".

"Didn't you still need to look at these after living a long time?" Qu Weiyin asked with his sleeves covering his hands, sitting on a chair, and raising his eyes.

Luo scratched his head tonight and said, "That said, but it's too long. I have already forgotten what should be forgotten. Let's pass the time."

She was always worried about Qu Weiyin, so she never slept, and she was afraid that Qu Weiyin would come to find it, but fortunately so.

Qu Weiyin gave a hum, and didn't speak any more.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little embarrassing. Luo turned around tonight, poured her a cup of tea, and asked: "You..."

"Can I rest with you?" Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted her, whispering.

Luo naturally couldn't ask for it tonight. She raised her hand to close the door, and then trot to make up the bed. The white shirt was dragging behind her, showing a long and straight arm.

She sorted it out a few times, then turned her head and smiled brightly.

Qu Weiyin avoided her sight, got up and walked, the thin soft shirt made of red brocade was blown by a ray of night wind, and the coolness swept Luo Jinxiao's hand.

Qu Weiyin lay on the mat, grabbed Luo Jinxiao's hand with his uninjured hand, and whispered, "Tonight, come."

Luo's heart was agitated tonight, and his palms were immediately covered with sweat. Although it was not the first time the two slept together, the legs that should be stiff were still stiff.

So he lay down on the candy bar and knocked his head on the edge of the bed with a thud.

Qu Weiyin was startled by her collision, and hurriedly reached out to cover the back of her head, and rebuked: "Why is this careless? Does it hurt?"

Luo Jinxiao was feeling embarrassed, and shook his head when he heard the words: "It doesn't hurt, it's a fairy and a god, it doesn't hurt."

It's just that her head shook, and she happened to see Qu Weiyin's injured hand. She smiled on the spot, and her hand quickly grabbed her elbow, forcing her wound to appear under the light and shadow.

"What's the matter?" Luo asked Jingxiao, and she put up half of her body to look at the wound.

Unable to recover, and the edges turned black, it was obvious that it was caused by the waning moon and stars sword.

"You hurt yourself?" she forced.

The serious Luo frowned tonight, and his dark eyes became more profound. He looked a bit aggressive, and Qu Weiyin couldn't help but look away, not looking at her.

"Don't be careful, it's okay." Qu Weiyin broke free, and Luo Jinxiao caught him back again.

Luo resisted the anger tonight, and cold divine power poured out, slowly covering the wound. After a while, the wound healed.

She carefully put Qu Weiyin's white arms back on the bed, and then stared at her intently.

"Because of me, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes." Qu Weiyin did not conceal any more, she curled up on the spot, looking at her hand quietly.

"I said, you really don't have to blame yourself, I don't care, why do you still hurt yourself?" Luo has always had a good temper tonight, but after seeing Qu Weiyin's injury, he was also angry, and his tone was sullen for a while.

"Qu Weiyin..."

"Luo Jinxiao!" Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted her. He also half-propped up, with long hair covering half of her eyebrows.

"Because it is you, I will care. I am not hurting others, but the one I love the most, the only one I love..."

At the end of her speech, the ending sound had begun to tremble, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Just as I evaded my feelings for you before, I am really afraid. I am afraid that you will die in front of me like everyone else."

"I can't see this, tonight..." she said, her eyes clouded with mist.

Luo froze as soon as she heard her crying voice tonight, and the anger that had just surged disappeared. She grabbed her hair helplessly and rubbed her hand on Qu Weiyin's face.

She knew Qu Weiyin's pain, but she didn't know how to help her resolve it.

"No, I am a god, my life is too big, I won't die, I won't die, I will definitely live longer than you." Luo bitterly said tonight.

When Qu Weiyin heard the words, the corners of her mouth were slightly loosened. Just as she was about to say something, Luo leaned over tonight, and the warm hand stroking her neck numb for a while.

The woman's powerful but soft hands lightly touched her waist, hooped her, Qu Weiyin loosened her upper body, and lay her head back, tearful eyes looking at the head of the pear blossom wooden bed.

The lips were rubbed against her ears, Qu Weiyin closed her eyes slightly, and she couldn't help whispering softly with the moist air from the corners of the eyes to the roots of the hair.

Luo Jinxiao took a pitiful kiss on her face over and over again, slowly moving up, Qu Weiyin straightened her neck, and slowly melted in her kiss without moving.

Only hands slowly grasped Luo Jinxiao's clothes.

She didn't want to resist, just wanted to sleep quietly in her embrace.

Luo Jinxiao loved the woman's body so much. Compared with the youthfulness of the previous time, her wish seemed to have come more fiercely this time.

But she stopped, turned over and lay back on the side of the bed, listening to Qu Weiyin's gasping sound, holding her hand tightly.

The candlelight went out and the room plunged into darkness. Qu Weiyin opened his eyes, looking at Luo's side face in the night tonight, and fell into a dream.

The dream of Youluo by his side tonight is obviously much safer.

The next day, the cicadas finally sounded again, and the sky was still bright. Luo was awakened by the squeaking cicadas tonight. The gauze-like sky light shone through the window lattice and spilled on her pillow.

Luo Jinxiao subconsciously touched the bed beside him, but was surprised to find that there was no one there. She suddenly turned to the ground, and the other half of the bed was very clean, not as clean as someone had lain down.

There was an ant-like anxiety in her heart, and she felt it in place, but she still didn't see Qu Weiyin.