The villain is cold and attractive

The candle on the table flickered, illuminating Shen Qingxiao's sleeping face.

Shen Qingxiao was lying on his back with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his sleeping posture was extremely upright, his black hair spread like a waterfall on the soft pillow, and after he closed his cold eyes, his facial features softened a lot.

That's why Jiang He looked at Shen Qingxiao's face with peace of mind, and realized that even he couldn't see through the illusion he used.

The bed was huge, and Shen Qingxiao reserved a large space on the inner side. Jiang He gathered his outer robe, looking at the warm blanket with hot eyes.

Jiang He thought for a while, stretched out his hand and slowly approached Shen Qingxiao, his eyes flicked back and forth between Shen Qingxiao's closed eyes and body, the other party was breathing long, as if he was in a deep sleep, and did not respond to Jiang He's silent approach.

A black shadow gradually covered Shen Qingxiao's body.

Shen Qingxiao didn't move much on his body, but his fingertips were a little tense. If someone looked at it carefully, they would feel that this was a defensive gesture of using fingers as swords.

When the five fingers were still an inch away from Shen Qingxiao's hand, Jiang He suddenly paused.

Jiang He looked at Shen Qingxiao's face vigilantly, raised his hand and shook it in front of him, and seeing that he really didn't respond, he stretched out his hand towards his wrist, and then held it...

So Shen Qingxiao moved his fingertips.But the next moment, Jiang He gently pulled out the brocade quilt that was pressed on his lower abdomen with the other hand, and his hand was quickly put back, without even feeling the temperature in Jiang He's hand.Then Jiang He grabbed the corner of the brocade quilt, and gently pulled it under Shen Qingxiao's neck, covering his body.

After completing this series of actions, Jiang He got up and walked towards the desk, but turned back halfway, walking lightly, like a thief, slowly approaching the edge of the bed, and then slowly reaching for it with his fingertips The women's long robe that Shen Qingxiao put on the low table beside the bed.

Knowing that the other party didn't hear, he still whispered: "I will borrow your clothes for a while, I'm a little cold."

Shen Qingxiao: "...?"

Holding his breath, Jiang He took the clothes away, shook off the wrapping around himself and walked back to the desk. His whole body was wrapped in the outer robe and curled up in the armchair.

Shen Qingxiao's robe was not too thick, but it was not as cold as it was outside. Jiang He was already too sleepy after a day of exhaustion, and fell asleep soon after squinting his eyes.

After Jiang He's breathing calmed down, Shen Qingxiao, who had been lying quietly on the bed, opened a pair of eyes that were as cold as frost. He glanced at the quilt covering his body, and then turned his head to look at the female coat wearing him. The person in the robe who fell asleep lying on the desk had a complicated look on his face.

Deep in the plum grove, the window sill of Wangyuelou faces due east.

The sun splashed on Jiang He's body, and he finally woke up, but he was so tired after sleeping on his stomach all night, he really didn't want to move, and after muttering a few words to get angry, he buried his head and went back to sleep.

"Jiang He."

Someone called him, Jiang He looked up irritably in a daze, and was about to yell at the little bastard who dared to disturb his sleep, but when he opened his eyes, he met Shen Qingxiao's face, "Who...Shen Qingxiao? "

The tone changed sharply, and I was a little surprised.

Shen Qingxiao's clothes had already been put on, and even her hair was combed. A few hairpins were inserted obliquely. There were sterling silver tassels in her hair, which made a crisp sound when she moved. She was quite dignified and beautiful without makeup.

Jiang He sat up straight quickly, "You're awake."

Shen Qingxiao stood in front of the window, just blocking the sunlight coming in from outside. Actually, it was getting late, and he had been sitting in front of Jiang He for a long time.

"Zi Yuan is waiting for you downstairs."

Jiang He was still a little confused, and nodded after a while, "Okay, then I'm leaving." As soon as he got up, the clothes still draped over his shoulders slid down, Jiang He quickly took off his outer robe, and returned it to Shen Qing shyly. night.

"your clothes."

Shen Qingxiao took it and looked at him without speaking.Shen Qingxiao was unusual after all, Jiang He didn't lose his temper in front of him, and walked downstairs rubbing his face.

"and many more."

"What's the matter?" Jiang He turned around hesitantly.

Shen Qingxiao casually put down his outer robe, and there was no expression on his face, probably because the sun this morning was too warm, which coated him with a layer of soft light, making him look a bit demure and gentle.

He walked towards Jiang He step by step, and when he reached the front, he raised his slender and white hand and stretched it out towards Jiang He. Jiang He was afraid that he would fumble like last night again, so he subconsciously took half a step back and pressed his dantian.But Shen Qingxiao's hand reached in front of his collarbone, and did not touch his dantian.

He was arranging Jiang He's slightly wrinkled clothes.

Jiang He came to his senses.

"Your sword servant is still waiting outside the building. In front of outsiders, you and I are husband and wife. If you continue to be in such a mess, what will they think?"

Jiang He followed the words: "Then what should I do?"

Shen Qingxiao looked at him with those alienated and cold eyes, and suddenly, the corners of his light and soft lips evoked a soft smile, making Jiang He froze in fright, but the main event was yet to come.Shen Qingxiao smiled at him and said: "Husband, don't worry, your hair is messed up, I will help you comb it first."

Husband... Jun? !

Saying these two words from Shen Qingxiao's mouth, Jiang He was so shocked that he was crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. He didn't return slowly until Shen Qingxiao pushed him to sit in front of the bronze mirror table for dressing, and his hair crown was also removed. god.

This is probably Shen Qingxiao's response to the "madam" he called several times last night.

Staring at the hair crown that was casually placed on the mirror stage, after the hair crown that was smashed by Shen Qingxiao's poor accuracy last time, Jiang He had a bad premonition.

The blurred faces of the two could be seen in the bronze mirror. Shen Qingxiao sat behind him, and slowly combed his hair with a jade comb in his hand.Perhaps it was because the bronze mirror was too hazy, but Shen Qingxiao was so gentle and gentle at this moment.

"What is husband nervous about?" Shen Qingxiao asked.

His voice is obviously a man's voice, not too rough, low and deep, a little bit crisp and pleasant to hear, but when he deliberately suppresses it, it looks like a very soft and lingering Jiangnan ditty.

But it was obviously not like this last night, didn't Shen Qingxiao dislike his closeness?His sudden gentle attitude frightened Jiang He a little.

"No."

Shen Qingxiao smiled lowly, breathing past Jiang He's ears, he tilted his head uncomfortably, but the opponent's hand was pressed on his shoulder first, making him unable to dodge.

Shen Qingxiao's face in the bronze mirror almost touched the tip of Jiang He's ear.

"If my husband is not nervous, why didn't you dare go to bed last night?"

Jiang He blushed: "..."

What kind of bed, is it really good to say so frankly?

Shen Qingxiao looked at the bronze mirror, at this moment he was almost head-to-head with Jiang He, very intimate.

"Husband, you have changed a lot recently."

After the words fell, Jiang He immediately pulled out a perfunctory smirk, "How have I changed?"

Shen Qingxiao slowly lowered his hands on Jiang He's shoulders, his fingertips ran through his hair, making his skin look fairer.He was indeed combing Jiang He's hair, and he lifted part of the black hair with his fingers, and then stepped back a little, with a sneer on his lips.

"Are you playing dumb with me?"

Jiang He silently looked at the face that made him envious, and a drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of his forehead.

Shen Qingxiao in the bronze mirror lowered his eyebrows and combed his hair meticulously with a pair of skillful hands.

"Jiang He, I don't have much patience. I protected you for half a year, but you haven't found what I want so far. Now Jiang Yu is going to kill you. You beg me for help. You can't forget your deal with me, right?"

Shen Qingxiao's sudden tone-changing words had a scary and dangerous atmosphere, but Jiang He really didn't know what deal the original owner had with Shen Qingxiao.

Shen Qingxiao probably didn't want to use the hair crown he had just removed to tie Jiang He's hair, so he raised his hand and took out a pure jade-white jade hairpin from his hair, and compared it on Jiang He's head.

But after that, the slender five fingers holding the jade hairpin suddenly slipped down Jiang He's cheek, and the sharp end seemed to pierce his face.

Jiang He's expression froze, he first thought about the fineness of the jade hairpin, and watched helplessly as the tip of the jade hairpin slid across his cheek, and finally landed on his neck...

In the bronze mirror, it can be seen that the tip of the hosta is pointing at his fragile neck aorta.

The jade was as if soaked in icy water, it was very cold, and the sharp corner seemed to pierce into the blood, and the skin felt a little tingling.

At this moment, no matter how valuable this jade hairpin is, Jiang He's attention has to return to Shen Qingxiao.

After it came to rest on the neck, the jade hairpin remained silent for a while, and just rested quietly on the artery.

Shen Qingxiao's calm tone then came to Jiang He's ears, very much like the goblin transformed from cold bones in the deep mountains and old forests in the storybook, approaching him intimately, but the coldness in the eyes seemed to be the next moment. It was as if he was about to open his bloody mouth and chew him up, chewing and swallowing him, it was mysterious and dangerous.

"You have been perfunctory to me before."

Jiang He: "..."

Why does this sound a bit resentful...

"Jiang He, I don't care how much you hide, but if you want to get my protection, you must keep your promise and get what I want from Jiang Yu as soon as possible, otherwise, you will die."

After speaking, the icy hosta lightly brushed across Jiang He's neck, as if his flesh had been cut through, which made Jiang He tremble, with the illusion that the blood on his neck was about to gush out.Although he was certain that Shen Qingxiao would not kill him.And Shen Qingxiao did not kill him, he just gestured a few times between Jiang He's hair with the jade hairpin, and then inserted it obliquely into his bun.

Finished dressing.

Shen Qingxiao patted Jiang He's stiff shoulders lightly, his face returned to the previous elegance, his cold eyes passed Jiang He, and looked at him in the bronze mirror.

"Okay, my husband can go."

……

When Jiang He went out from Moonwatching Tower, his heart was still bleeding.His hair crown was forced to be replaced by a not very valuable hosta...

This time, Shen Qingxiao was slightly better.

His face was pale and his footsteps were flimsy. Zi Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but Jiang He waved his hand and refused.

Seeing that his hair crown had been replaced with a jade hairpin, and his clothes were neatly tidied up, Ziyuan showed a relieved expression on his face, and quickly lowered his head, asking, "Is the city lord going back to Qinglianju now?"

Jiang He nodded, raised his legs and walked towards the corridor.As soon as he took a step, he hesitated in front of the koi pond, but looked back, and his pupils constricted suddenly——

Shen Qingxiao, who was dressed in a plain white dress, was standing beside the beauty on the corridor on the second floor, looking down at him.Just like the impression he had when we first met, like a fairy in the moon.

But under this fairy skin, the light in his eyes was cold, full of malice and threat, like the light of a knife when it was stained with blood.When he saw Jiang He looking at him, he smiled at him from a distance, hiding his wit.

"..."

Jiang He twitched the corner of his mouth and returned a smirk, turned around and hurried away with no expression on his face.

Shen Qingxiao is by no means an ordinary person. The first time he met, he broke his precious hair crown, and the second time he met, he withheld his second, more valuable purple-gold hair crown!

Bankruptcy did not prevent disaster at all.

Every time they met, they suffered heavy losses. In order not to bleed profusely, Jiang He thought that it would be better for him and his wife not to see each other again.