[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

There was only one bed in the room, Huang Yaoshi frowned, and sat on a chair beside him.

"Don't you want to leave Peach Blossom Island?" Huang Yaoshi said.

Zhou Botong raised his eyebrows, "The reason why I didn't leave Peach Blossom Island was because you were on the island, but now that you want to leave Peach Blossom Island, what's the point of me staying on the island?"

Huang Yaoshi held the teacup and looked at him, said calmly: "Zhou Botong, what exactly do you want?"

Zhou Botong smiled slightly, "You are such a smart person, do you really not know what I want?"

Holding the teacup tightly, Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know."

"Is it because you don't know, or do you know but pretend not to know?" Zhou Botong looked at him with the same calm expression, but his tone was a little more aggressive.

Huang Yaoshi turned his face away, "If you don't know, you don't know, why should I pretend."

"Yeah, it's not a big deal that I like you, so why pretend you don't know." Zhou Botong laughed lowly.

"Bah—" The teacup in his hand cracked, and the light yellow tea mixed with the fragments of the cup flowed out from Huang Yaoshi's palm.

Zhou Botong frowned imperceptibly, and asked, "Your hand?"

"It's okay." Huang Yaoshi didn't look at him, "It's getting late, let's rest."

He is not a person who likes to escape, but on this matter, he is currently unable to give Zhou Botong any response.

If Huang Yaoshi really wanted to refuse, he could have been kicked out of the island as early as on Peach Blossom Island, but he didn't, he let him stay on the island and let him leave the island with him.

He could not refuse, nor could he agree.

His beloved wife Feng Heng died because of him, and he also promised at Feng Heng's grave that he would accompany Rong'er after raising her.

But he broke his promise.

Of course Zhou Botong knew his worries.

A living person can never compare to a dead person, let alone that dead person is his first wife who once shared all the troubles with him.

Zhou Botong sighed, "Huang Yaoshi, do you intend to drag it on forever?"

"What did you say?" Huang Yaoshi frowned.

"You can't refuse me, but you also refuse to promise me. You have been procrastinating all this time. Do you want to wait until the day when your feelings for me gradually fade like your feelings for your wife?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Huang Yaoshi looked at him sternly, "I have always had Heng'er in my heart, how can I say that I have such a deep feeling for Heng'er!"

"If that's the case, then why did you acquiesce in me being by your side?" Zhou Botong asked.

"I..." Huang Yaoshi was speechless for a moment.

Zhou Botong sneered, "You can't tell, let me tell you, because you..."

"Because I'm lonely!" Huang Yaoshi interrupted him, "Because I've been alone these past few years. Because I'm lonely, that's why I didn't drive you away. In my heart, there is no one else except my dead wife!"

Zhou Botong's face sank completely, just like his heart.

There was no warmth in his eyes looking at Huang Yaoshi, it was as cold as a piece of ice piercing into Huang Yaoshi's eyes.

The whole body is cold to the bone.

"Huang Yaoshi, what you said today is what you said yourself. I hope that one day in the future, you will not regret it." He said coldly, got up and walked out.

Huang Yaoshi opened his mouth, he watched Zhou Botong's figure step by step, and finally disappeared from his sight.

"How could I regret it?" Huang Yaoshi muttered to himself.

"The most difficult thing to control in the world is indeed the word love." Hua Manlou said suddenly.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him suspiciously.

Hua Manlou turned to face him, and smiled slightly, "Back then there were all kinds of entanglements between you and me, and now Zhou Botong and Huang Yaoshi are the same."

"What about the two of them has nothing to do with us." Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently.

Hua Manlou chuckled and nodded, "That's right, the matter between the two of them has nothing to do with us, it's just that I feel a little bit emotional when I think about you and me in the past."

"...It's all over," Ximen Chuixue paused, "We are still together now."

In the darkness, Huamanlou slowly laughed.

The bed was not small, but the bodies of the two were close together.

Hua Manlou's hand slowly moved up to hold Ximen Chuuxue's hand.

Ximen Chuixue's light-colored thin lips moved slightly, "The building is full of flowers." He whispered.

The next moment, Hua Manlou's lips covered Ximen Chuuxue's lips, twisting and lingering.

Huamanlou's lips are hot, but Ximen Chuuxue's lips are slightly cool, just like his own.

The clear scent of plum blossoms lingered in her nose, Hua Manlou rolled over and put her arms around Ximen Chuuxue's waist, and took a deep sniff.

The white clothes were casually thrown at the end of the bed.

Hua Manlou's hands passed through Ximen Fuxue's long hair and fell onto his skin.

He sighed softly, the hot air hit Ximen Chuuxue's ears, and Ximen Chuuxue's eyes trembled slightly.

The long and fine eyelashes swept over Hua Manlou's eyelids, like soft feathers gliding past, bringing a shiver.

The arms around Ximen Chuixue's waist were tightened, and Hua Manlou's hand was slowly lowered.

"Ha..." An extremely small low sound pierced through the lightly shaking bed curtain.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head slightly, his neck was slender and pale, and Hua Manlou's lips were slowly printed on it.

The two white clothes at the end of the bed were overlapped, and their long hair was also entangled.

indistinguishable from each other.

Under the pale moonlight, Ximen Chuuxue saw the fascination on Huamanlou's face.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and Ximen Chuuxue smiled slowly.

On the table in the room were two ancient swords side by side, and the moonlight shone on them, looking cold and lonely like someone.

The next morning.

For the first time, Ximen Chuuxue did not get up early to practice swords. When he woke up, Hua Manlou was leaning against the head of the bed, and said to him with a light smile, "Good morning."

Ximen Chuuxue sat up, frowning slightly.

Huamanlou smiled deeper, took the white robe beside the bed and put it on, got out of bed and poured a glass of water for Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue took a sip of water, and the dryness in his mouth slightly relieved, "The building is full of flowers, how long has it been?"

"It's just Chenshi." Hua Manlou replied, pouring another glass on the quilt that Ximen Chuuxue had just drank.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, got dressed and got out of bed.

Huamanlou pushed open the door, the sun was shining brightly, and it was warm and comfortable on the person.

The opposite door also opened just in time, Hua Manlou chuckled and said, "Master Huang, good morning."

Huang Yaoshi paused when he closed the door, Hua Manlou only said hello to him, he must know that Zhou Botong was gone.

His drooping eyelashes blinked a few times, and he whispered, "Morning."

"Daddy!" Seeing Huang Yaoshi coming out, Huang Rong immediately rushed forward, "Daddy slept well last night."

Huang Yaoshi nodded. In fact, he didn't sleep all night last night.

Huang Rong looked around and realized something was wrong, "Hey, where's Zhou Botong? Did you go out first?"

Huang Yaoshi twitched the corner of his mouth, "He had something to do last night, so he left first."

"Oh..." Huang Rong shook her head meaningfully, "Since he's gone, let's ignore him, Daddy, Brother Jing, let's go have breakfast!"

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