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Fang Siming's face was pale, and suddenly, a hand stroked Fang Siming's cheek.Yuebai turned her head and rubbed against Fang Siming's shoulder, and leaned into his arms clingingly. He joked, "Husband, you bullied me."

He held his blood-stained hand, his voice hoarse: "You hurt me. If you don't kiss me, I won't let you go to bed in the future. Go to sleep in your study."

What a threat.Fang Siming lowered his head and carefully kissed his forehead, his difficult throat finally let out: "I'm sorry."

"Who wants you to apologize." Yuebai pinched Fang Siming's cheek with his hand, he opened his eyes and turned to look at Fang Siming.Those eyes seemed to contain the flickering lights of a room, and he smiled and printed his lips on his lips with all the treasures.

"I want this." He looked at him and said, "Remember, this is for liking. It's okay, so I don't need your apology."

Fang Siming tightened his arms and put his cheek on Yuebai's shoulder.Do you like this?But besides Yuebai, he can also kiss others, and as long as necessary, he can treat anyone as if he were kissing Yuebai.What good is he?

What you want is unique, and I can give it to others at will.As long as it is the order of the foster father, he can please and seduce men or women, it is no different from you.

Yuebai, there is nothing in me that can only belong to you.Sooner or later you will find that there is nothing you want in me.One day you will see the unsightly filth under my human skin, then, what will you do?Fang Siming, who has no value, what do you still want?Fang Siming who can't give you anything, why don't you?Fang Siming, who can't even respond to one ten thousandth of your heart, what do you want?

Fang Siming put his hand on Yuebai's neck, and he could kill him with just a little force.kill him.Kill him, and he will never escape from his hands.Kill him, and he will be his forever from now on.kill him...kill him...kill him...

"Little doctor, when and where will you go?" Fang Siming raised his hand gently, so gently and slowly, as if he was afraid that if he exerted a little force, he would hurt the person in his arms.He wanted to touch him countless times, but finally put it down countless times, this time he finally touched his face.

Yuebai rubbed his hand sleepily: "I'm dead and you don't want me anymore, so I won't be able to follow you."

"I can't give you what you want." Fang Siming hugged him, he smelled the bitter medicinal fragrance on Yuebai's body, and smelled the saponins on his hair.

"Then I don't want anything, okay?" Yuebai was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, he raised his lips and curled up in Fang Siming's arms, "I wanted it before, but now I think I can't let you give it to me. You see, you didn't want it before." He would say something like this. Fang Siming, I don’t want anything, so I’ll just be with you, okay?”

good.Fang Siming opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.For a long time, it was so long that he thought Yuebai had fallen asleep, and he said, "I can't bear it."

Yes, he couldn't bear it.Even though this sentence seemed so ironic in the bloody smell, he still said it.It really resembles what the warm and considerate human skin he wears on his body would say.But even if Yuebai wouldn't believe it, it was indeed him who said it himself, and it took his heart and soul to tell him this sentence.

"Then it's better for me." Yuebai's hand fell into Fang Siming's palm, fingers slipped and clasped tightly.With fingers clasped together, Yuebai seemed to gain confidence, "It's almost dawn. Are you going out during the day?"

"Go see foster father to answer things, and then come back."

"Marry me when you come back." He laughed, "Didn't you say that if I want to marry, you dare not not marry? Then when you come back, I will marry you. Marry a chicken as you like, and marry the young pavilion master as you like." It’s the Young Pavilion Master. In this way, even if I go back on my word in the future, there’s nothing I can do, right?”

So you can feel more at ease.

Fang Siming almost thought that he had already agreed, and he rushed to agree.But in fact he said: "I can't disobey the orders of my parents. I'll ask my adoptive father when the sun rises, okay?"

He also felt disgusted when he said the words.Afraid of annoying Yuebai, he hastily changed his words: "Little doctor can't say the word "marry" and humiliates himself. I...you and I form a bond?"

"Okay."

He agreed softly, but Fang Siming felt the weight on his heart making him unable to breathe.

Yuebai suddenly sighed, he struggled to sit up, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Fang Siming, remember, I want you to be free from disease, disaster, peace and joy in this life. Who are you, what have you done, for It doesn't matter anymore to me. You are... Even if you kill me with your own hands, it doesn't matter if you die, as long as you... still want me for a day, I will not abandon you .I am the most stubborn person, once I believe in one thing, it will not be changed.”

Fang Siming picked him up and put on their clothes.He said: "You sleep for a while, I will boil water."

Yuebai lay on the bed and pulled him, he was so sleepy that he seemed to be going to sleep in the next moment, but he felt extremely awake, probably because he was worried about something.

Fang Siming leaned over, put his fingers on his cheek, and said: "Little doctor, Fang has never thought that one day he will know what it means to be "sorrowful from love, fear from love, if you are separated from the lover." , No worries and no fears. "Fang believes that he was a mortal, and he has never fully realized it."

So Yuebai pursed her lips and smiled, tilted her head and fell asleep.Fang Siming boiled water, washed the moon white, and then applied the medicine.He watched Yuebai sleeping soundly in his arms, and he didn't know what he dreamed of. There was a smile on his lips, so Fang Siming also smiled.

It was daylight and the snow was still falling. He put on a new cloak, tidied up his things, and took one last look at the sleeping moon.He looked at him for a moment, couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Yuebai's forehead, raised his head and couldn't feel enough, kissed his eyes and the tip of his nose, and finally landed on his lips.

Fang Siming tucked Yuebai's messy hair behind his ears, his eyes shone faintly.The candles in the room were extinguished one by one, and he went out, disappearing into the wind and snow.

At dawn, Fang Siming had breakfast with Zhu Wengui, and after reporting on the division of the pavilion, he considered how to speak to get Zhu Wengui to agree to his contract with Yuebai, so he heard Zhu Wengui ask him: "This time you Well done. When will you be back?"

Fang Siming replied, "Last night."

Zhu Wengui took a cup of tea and put it in Fang Siming's hand, Fang Siming took it with both hands.

"Last night? Why didn't you come back to have a reunion dinner with your adoptive father?" Zhu Wengui's words showed no joy or anger, as if he was just casually chatting with his son.

Zhu Wengui has always been like this, since he was a child.When he was studying art and martial arts, if he was slow to learn a move, he would be beaten crazily by the moody Zhu Wengui.After the beating, Zhu Wengui sometimes regretted it, and treated him with the best medicine, and said soft words to coax him.

Fang Siming replied: "It's too late, I'm afraid I'll disturb my adoptive father's rest."

"Oh?" Zhu Wengui closed the lid of the teacup, "Then it's wrong to disturb the evil doctor. The evil doctor's medical skills are unrivaled in the world, and the holy medicine needs to be refined by him. Did you know that he even made a nearly The perfect medicine. If he is unhappy alone, what kind of antidote is he making, Siming, my son, what do you want your adoptive father to do?"

Fang Siming froze, and he knelt down on one knee under Zhu Wengui's gaze: "Father, he won't do it."

"How do you know he can't? The evil doctor has a weird temper and is unpredictable. Leaving him for a day is a threat." Zhu Wengui stared at him, "My son, you don't need your adoptive father to teach you what to do next, right? "

Fang Siming put down his teacup, knocked his head on the ground, and said, "Father, he himself said that he doesn't know the antidote of the holy medicine. Father, let the boy report the matter again. I beg the father to promise that the boy will form a bond with Yuebai, and from then on Yifu should not have to worry about Yuebai making an antidote."

"My son, you must know that the most trustworthy person in this world is the dead." His eyes were filled with disappointment, "Are you going to disobey your foster father for him? If one day he turns against you, you can guarantee that he will not Is the sword pointing at Wansheng Pavilion? I will always be your father, and he is just a passer-by in your life. Father and son are forever one, and he is just an outsider."

Fang Siming's face faded away, but he knocked his head on the ground again with a "boom". "If there is a day for Yifu, I will kill him with my own hands. It is still useful to keep him for the holy medicine. Yifu, let me take care of him..."

Fang Siming doesn't know, the more he is like this, the more impossible it is for Zhu Wengui to let Yuebai go.Zhu Wengui's sword can only be held in his hands alone, and any existence that can control the sword must be destroyed.It's a pity that Fang Siming can't see clearly now.He wholeheartedly believed that it was his father, whom he admired and loved.He was begging his father, begging him to leave the one in his heart alive.

"Enough! Siming, you don't want your father for an outsider, can you?" Zhu Wengui stood up violently, coughing like a heart-rending cough, "Then get out! Get out of Wansheng Pavilion! If you want an evil doctor and don’t want me as a father, then get out! I raised you and taught you, but in the end you are not as good as a male favorite. Then just pretend that I have never had a son like you!"

Fang Siming knelt on the ground, his head resting on the cold ground, and his eyes were boundless darkness.

"Father..."

"Kill him, or get out of Wansheng Pavilion!" Zhu Wengui said.He knows Fang Siming too well, the son he raised by himself, the most obedient knife in his hand.

Yifu, or Yuebai.

Choice, choice again.He suddenly thought, if only he hadn't met Yuebai.No, it would be fine if Yuebai hadn't met him.kill him?How can it be?That was Yuebai, the one who said that he would never leave him until his whole life.It was Yuebai, the one who pursed her lips and smiled, and gave him a home.It was Yuebai, who said that he would treat Fang Siming as the root of the world of mortals in the future.He wants to kill him with his own hands, how is it possible?

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It's crazy, it's crazy, and the media has successfully been locked again. It probably won't be long, so everyone knows, let's still use Weibo.Danqing, Fu, painting and dyeing are absolutely private letters.

It was locked in a mess, and the introduction was changed in a mess, and continued to continue with the content of the next chapter, but here is also a version with a lot of deletions, which can be said to be very messy.

Yuebai bought a bigger bathtub on purpose, and it was just right for the two of them to sit face to face to wash.Yuebai took the saponins sideways and wiped it on herself, then handed it to Fang Siming.Fang Siming frowned and grabbed his wrist to look at it, Yuebai retracted his hand.

"Those trash can't even cook a meal, so it's useless to keep them." He frowned, and the gloom on his brow immediately enveloped him again.

Yuebai bent down and rubbed his eyebrows, said: "I don't have an appetite, I'm happy to eat if I don't fight."

Fang Siming hugged him and touched his waist, and said: "That's it, you can send me a note every day, whatever you eat, I don't care if there is less. You see, it's okay How about sharing joys and sorrows?"

"Nothing." Yuebai wiped the saponins on Fang Siming's body, and said, "It's nothing, what are you making yourself do again. I said you're tired?"

He put the saponins on the stool beside him, and wiped Fang Siming's neck with some left in his hand. "People are most afraid of embarrassing themselves."

He hasn't said he's cleared yet.It's all helpless, and the right to choose is not in his hands.Yuebai washed the soap horns off her and Fang Siming's bodies, and seeing that Fang Siming hadn't spoken, she poked him in the chest and said, "Please, Mr. Fang, squeeze it for me, my shoulder hurts."

Fang Siming squeezed it for him, Yuebai lay on the edge of the tub, and hummed twice when she felt comfortable.It's just that the white shoulders dangled in front of Fang Siming's eyes, and Yuebai's voice was very ambiguous.Fang Siming paused, and Yuebai's soft buttocks rubbed against his thighs with the shaking of his shoulders.The atmosphere changed suddenly, Fang Siming bent down and kissed Yuebai's shoulder, Yuebai's body trembled, and she turned her head to look at him.

At a young age, even Yuebai and his sweetheart will miss it after having tasted it.They have been busy with each other during this time, but they haven't done it for a long time.It turned out that such a thing was only for medical treatment, but later it was more dependent on the two people's own wishes.

Fang Siming pinched his chin and licked his lips, then stuck his tongue into his mouth and stirred.Just like this, Yuebai couldn't bear it, she straightened her back and hooked his neck, and touched Fang Siming's neck and shoulders with her fingers.

Fang Siming took a breath and said, "Hold tight."

Yuebai obediently put her arms around his neck...

He lowered his head and bit Fang Siming's Adam's apple. Fang Siming's Adam's apple was not prominent, but Yuebai could find it accurately every time, holding his tongue and licking it around it.In bed he never had any scruples.

Fang Siming put him on the bed with strides, and the bright lights cut out the entangled silhouettes and drew them on the window, making the plum blossoms outside blush.

......

Yuebai's hands and feet were weak, but she still got up, Fang Siming sat up and looked at him.

He coaxed him and called him: "Little doctor..."

Yuebai raised her eyes to look at him, with bright red eyes, tears that were about to fall, and the deep, deep love in her pupils looking at him.He looked at him, his eyes were full of him.

The heavy thing on his heart suddenly became uncontrollable, just like he was thirsting for his blood in the inn, Fang Siming yearned for Yuebai.He held Yuebai's back of the head and led him to his side.

Fang Siming hugged Yuebai but felt it was not enough, what was missing?Why are you still not satisfied?

Yuebai bit her lip and wrapped her arms around him.Fang Siming touched his lips, so he held his face and asked for a light kiss.Yuebai opened her mouth obediently, four trembling lips pressed together tightly, Fang Siming lowered his head and called out meaninglessly: "...Yuebai..."

"Ah."

The darkness in Fang Siming's eyes fell into the moon-white clarity.He touched Yuebai's lips tremblingly, "Call me."

Yuebai laughed, he took a few breaths, and called him jokingly: "...husband..."

Fang Siming was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes turned red again. He covered Yuebai's eyes and agreed.He rubbed Yuebai's ears, as if begging: "...don't look..."

Dont look at me.Don't look at the ugly ghost-like me behind you.Don't even look at my jealousy, my resentment, my greed, my viciousness, and my harm.

Yuebai hugged the person behind him tightly: "...Okay..."

Yuebai leaned against Fang Siming's body and closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.Fang Siming pulled out his fingers and hugged him, his white fingers were stained with Siming's bright red liquid.Fang Siming's hands were trembling, he was holding Yuebai with one hand, he was afraid of getting him dirty.But he could smell blood, the smell of blood flowing from Yuebai's body.