Chapter 6 Strange Breakfast

There was no dream all night, and everything was peaceful. The sunlight refracted through the closed window gauze, and there were a few crisp birds singing outside. Everything seemed so soft and peaceful.

After ** rolled for a long time, he gradually woke up, rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt, got up, and fell straight down to his waist like a waterfall-like black hair. With the shaking of the figure, he swaying, tracing the random curvature in the air, exuding the unique fragrance of a woman.

Stretching out and doing morning exercises is the habit that Xi Xinmiao keeps in modern times. He turned his head, expanded his chest, turned his waist, and listened to the "kaka" sound of bone friction due to the torsion of his body, and his heart was relieved. And she doesn't know why she just likes to listen to the sound of broken bones. Her hands, feet, neck and waist are all trained by her to make the sound of fractures at will. If she has something to do, she can exercise like this. But she doesn't admit that she is a psychopath. Because of this special hobby, I almost scared them to death at the beginning, and I thought she had a fracture. It took me a long time to get used to it.

"Squeak--", the door was gently opened, and Bing Ning had already come in with the basin. Obviously, she already knows her work and rest like the palm of her hand. "Miss, it's time to wash up."

"Ye-huh."

"Bingning, don't you think there will always be someone following us along the way?" Inadvertently asked, let Bingning comb her hair.

The movement on her head was stagnant, and then she continued to comb it. "Miss, I also have this feeling. I always feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at our every move. No, it's a lot of pairs," she reiterated, and her face shrank slightly. "Miss, I have a bad feeling."

He smiled faintly and shook his head slightly, "It doesn't matter." She lowered her eyelids and covered the deepness surging in her black eyes. How could this feeling be wrong? Although the other party hid it very well, where did her heart come from? How can a person who has faced death not smell murder? Sensitivity to the height of danger is an advantage she has always been proud of. And all she can think of now is him.

Hmm, can't you help it? I hope the result is that you can bear it! The corners of the mouth were slanted up, and a sneer was drawn out leisurely.

Hearing what the lady said, Bing Ning nodded slightly as if she had taken a reassurance pill.

After finishing the care, she changed her suit of men's clothes and stepped out of the door. The inn was still empty and quiet. Anyway, she was also happy to be quiet. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shui Yihan standing at the door of his room with a smile, thinking that he had just got up. There was still a lazy breath in his tone, "Heart, good morning." Like a spring breeze blowing through my heart, it is fresh and comfortable, fragrant and pleasant. Just like others, stir your heartstrings.

He was still dressed in white, but not yesterday's. In the days when I got along with him, I found that the clothes he wore would never appear again. Later, I learned that he had a cleanliness fetish. Anyway, he had a lot of money and nowhere to spend. With the name of "blood valley owner", he would definitely starve him to death, let alone wear clothes one day. She has always been curious about how he, who is obsessed with cleanliness, endures such a sloppy person like her?

He stood opposite her like that, gorgeous and confused, as gentle as jade. He was really a good skin. God really treated him well.

"Morning." To his blue eyes, he gently nodded, and he didn't even notice the slight pleasure of the corners of his mouth.

"Let's eat together. I heard that there are many different snacks here."

"Ye-huh."

Naturally, she approached me and stood side by side. She smelled the faint fragrance of his medicine, which was as pure and clear as a white lotus.

For his deliberate approach, Xi Xinmiao is not unknown, but she has no choice. To put it bluntly, she is escaping from everything she doesn't want to face. Because she can't.

With thousands of thoughts, the two slowly went downstairs.

His next move once again confirmed what she said: Before she sat down, her slender and jade-like hand pulled out a white brocade hand from the cuffs, slowly wiped the table, followed by a stool, looking at his focused look, as if he were doing something sacred. You would never think of this. It is a scene of a beautiful man wiping the table. She never knew that a person could be so stylish, although he was just wiping the table. Even so, it's still damn pleasing to the eyes... ( Bubbles in the author's eyes: Han Han is so handsome...)

Why? Why? She couldn't help crying in her heart: Why is he so handsome? So beautiful? So stylish? He still doesn't let others live. God, do you want all the men and women in the world to commit suicide collectively except him? What a sin!

After finishing, he looked up at Xi Xinmiao and said, "Okay." She was stunned by the pure smile of a big boy.

Then he gave the almost white Jinpa to the maple snow that had come forward, and the maple snow retreated, presuming to deal with the aftert of the Jinpa.

Things that water doesn't want will never exist in the world. This is also what she learned after the Jinpa incident. It seems that every master has some incomprehensive quirks. I didn't believe it, but now I have to believe this situation.

After sitting down, Xi Xinmiao turned her head to look for someone's figure, "Where's Bing Ning? Is the shadow gone?"

Bing Ning, who was hiding in a corner, patted her chest and seemed to be very nervous. Huh, she wanted to follow the young lady, but because of the cold eyes, the warning was so obvious, but she still pretended to be nothing had happened, insidious and sinister. How dare she wait for a moment? She is very self-alike. She is sure that if she stays, something terrible will happen.

"What's the next plan for Xin'er?" He seemed to ask casually, attracting someone's attention. There is no clue to scare other people's maids away speechlessly. The master is so calm.

"Just take a look." He grabbed a steamed bun and took a bite, regardless of the image of a lady.

Shui Jihan didn't say a word about her heroism. Her eyes were soft and she could almost overflow. "Why don't we go out later?"

"It suits me."

Filling his stomach, he looked up at the cold water sitting opposite. He was enjoying the meal elegantly. His movements were very slow and gentle. His carefree appearance was undoubtedly absolutely elegant and noble, as if any food in his hand was like a delicacy from the chef. Although she wanted to say that he was just nibbling the same steamed buns as herself. But I have to admit that the temperament that others can't have all their lives is undoubtedly shown in his casual movements. He doesn't need to deliberately reflect it, because everything is born.

She was stunned. What kind of weakness would such a nearly perfect person have?

Suddenly, I felt dark in front of my eyes. The white lotus-like hand, clean and slender fingers, covered with jade, in the sun, was slightly clear and seductive. Reach out to her face.

"Don't move." He stopped her from leaning back. She stopped like a ghost. There was a cold touch from her mouth. The tip of her nose was a faint fragrance of medicine, which was in his hand. Immediately, the cold feeling disappeared, and there was a slight loss in my heart?

He smiled faintly, "There are debris." With a doting explanation. Looking into her with a little flustered look, the lake blue in her pupils became deeper and thicker, and the streamer was overflowing.

He got up in a hurry and said, "Let's go." How do you think there is a suspicion of escaping?

The water smiled more deeply, and then followed in a few steps, "Heart, your heart is confused." The magic whispers are mixed with a trace of pleasure.

"No." She immediately restrained her face and said indifferently. I deliberately kept a distance from him.

"You are afraid that you can't keep your heart." His words are like stone, sonorous and powerful, and he must be extremely powerful.

"I have no intention, how can I be confused?" There was a trace of ridicule at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he had returned to the original appearance, indifferent and arrogant. Like a hedgehog, it stands up with sharp thorns and is always ready to attack others. No one else can get close to you.

Seeing someone who shrank into the volute and disguised himself with indifference, his blue eyes were slightly dark, and he did not force her. "No matter what you say, I just want you to know: in this life and this life, you can't get rid of me! Until the end of death." He showed the domineering of that day, "If someone stops you, kill the Buddha!" Bloodthirsty and sad, but there is still a smile on his face.

At this moment, his eyes are full of violence and cruelty, which is devastating and irrevocable. It's hard to imagine that this is from the gentle and elegant one. But please don't forget that he is also a cold-blooded and ruthless master of the bloody valley. It was only in front of Xi Xinmiao that he always appeared in a friendly image, so he had the illusion that he spontaneously classified him as a good team. And now, he has just shown a little of his true colors.

He's not joking, she knows. But what she doesn't understand is that he is obviously a man who has no quarrel with the world, and has no desire. Why is he so persistent in her affairs? He shouldn't be like this. At the first sight of him, she knew that there was cold blood flowing in his bones, and ruthless indifference was his true nature.

Because of cold blood, there is nothing to ask for; because of cold blood, there is nothing to want; because of cold blood, it doesn't matter...

He doesn't care about things in the outside world. He is lonely. He looks at the ups and downs of the world coldly. He won't intervene and doesn't want to intervene. Everything has nothing to do with him! But she was wrong. He was just casual. Indifference does not mean that there is no persistence, and lack of desire does not mean that there is no pursuit. Once he determines, his persistence, his domineering, and his possessiveness will break out and pursue bravely.

Just like now, he can ignore anything, even light, but he can't let go of her and stay out of the matter. That's why there is that domineering remark.

"Why me?" She doesn't understand how many beautiful women there are in the world. Why do she fall in love with a flower? According to his condition, he doesn't have to worry about finding a suitable partner.

"I also want to know why," he smiled bitterly and pointed to his heart with a clean and slender finger. "But it tells me that it's not you!"

It's not you, it's not you, it's not you... These four words have been in my mind for a long time, as if they are going to be imprinted fiercely in my heart.

At that moment, she lost her mind and was in a trance...