After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao was ignorant and didn't react: "What?"

Qi Hua's eyes were dim, and she repeated word by word: "I like to watch you dance."

Sheng Zhao looked at the high platform, then at Qi Hua, pursed his pink lips, felt a little unfair, and was very wronged: "But, no one played the piano for me."

Qi Hua replied without thinking, "I'll come, I'll play the piano."

Qi Hua couldn't bear to let go of Sheng Zhao in his arms, so he opened his hands and took the guqin from the small stage behind him in an indecent gesture.

He pushed the wine on the table aside, placed the qin on the table casually, threw down the folding fan, and tried the sound.

Not a fancy violin, but passable.

Qi Hua endured her disgust and coaxed Sheng Zhao in a low voice, "It barely works, I've wronged you."

Sheng Zhao sat up on his knees, and stroked the qin silk curiously: "You know how to play?"

"I learned it by accident." Qi Hua hooked the strings of the qin, and rubbed them slowly with his fingertips. He had superb skills, and the sound he played was also pleasant when he played with it ambiguously.

Only the tone is apathetic.

Sheng Zhao stood up unsteadily, and he looked at the high platform again: "I don't know how to dance, I dance their kind of dance."

He drew his sword: "A sword dance is more than enough."

You Yan was held in Sheng Zhao Yubai's hands, his joints were distinct, and the white velvet sword fringe rested on his powdered wrist bones, and the fluff scraped against it, as if rubbing against the bottom of Qi Hua's heart, leaving an itchy feeling.

Sheng Zhao was dressed in a loose red dress, and his hip-length black hair was hanging down, messy, yet suffocatingly beautiful. He lowered his eyes lightly and smiled.

The qin wire hooked in Qi Hua stopped, and it was tightly stretched in his hands, just like the rational string in his mind.

Sheng Zhao raised his wrist and swung his sword out. The red clothes moved lightly and nimbly, like a butterfly spreading its wings. He spread his weak butterfly wings, blooming his own beauty.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent and uncontrollable, and it became more chaotic and unpleasant, but from the beginning to the end, Sheng Zhao's sword did not stop.

After the extremely ear-piercing sound of "Zheng", the string of the qin broke, the sound of the qin stopped suddenly, and the string of reason in Qi Hua's mind also broke.

It was infested by alcohol, acquired by beauty, and suddenly, it swallowed up all the sanity of the owner, leaving only the thunderous heartbeat and drumming.

Qi Hua's heart palpitations were severe, he thought, he wanted to lock this butterfly tightly in his palm, imprison it in his garden, and show it to him alone.

Sheng Zhao's sword dance was interrupted by this sound, he was a little confused, he tilted his head in puzzlement, and looked at Qi Hua who was supposed to be playing the piano.

But I never thought that I met a pair of eyes that released all the horror and darkness of the abyss, dark and scary, not half of the usual warmth.

Sheng Zhao's hands froze, he was easily frightened by the drunkenness, and took half a step back.

It was only this half step that angered Qi Hua who was upset.

With his big hands, Qi Hua lifted the whole piano, and stood up abruptly.

Shocked again, Sheng Zhao took a few steps back and asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Qi?"

He was so drunk that he even shook his head in a daze, thinking that he must have read it wrong.

Unaware that the beast in front of him really opened its fangs at him.

Qi Hua closed her eyes, her brows and eyes returned to gentleness, and she said in a gentle voice, "This piano is not good, it actually broke the string when you were dancing your sword, it made me very angry."

"I didn't control my strength for a while, and made friend Daoist Sheng laugh."

Sheng Zhao glanced at the torn piano on the table, thought about it for a while, and nodded: "Oh."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his body was no longer stiff.

Seeing him coaxing him well, Qi Hua asked in a gentle voice, "Sheng Zhao, come to my place, okay?"

He opened his hand, wanting to welcome the butterfly that was about to fly over.

Even though there were only a few steps away, Qi Hua wanted Sheng Zhao to take the initiative to walk towards him.

Sheng Zhao was hesitant, Qi Hua's previous glance cast a heavy shadow on him, but he still obediently took a few steps forward.

But that's all, he didn't hug him like Qi Hua imagined, and obediently leaned on his shoulder.

Qi Hua was only half relieved of the breath held in his chest, his complexion did not change, he was still smiling gently.

He put down his hand, but his eyes were a little cold: "Why don't you come here?"

There is no way to reason with drunk people, Sheng Zhao just doesn't understand: "What did you do in the past?"

"You want to hug me?"

Qi Hua responded softly, "Yes, I want to hug you."

Sheng Zhao let out a "hum", and made trouble out of no reason, coquettish and angry: "Why? You say you want me to hug you? I don't want to."

Qi Hua frowned, resisting the throbbing in her heart and the passion that kept rushing against her reason, and asked softly, "Why?"

Sheng Zhao held on to the sword, and raised his head proudly: "Is my sword dance not good?"

Qi Hua let him: "Very good."

Sheng Zhao said with disgust again: "But you played the piano so badly just now, the strings broke, and you are not at all as good as the sisters on the high platform."

Sheng Zhao compared the young master of the Qi family with a whore that anyone could enjoy. If it was before, Qi Hua would have killed her for such a blatant shame, and had her dragged down to be buried.

But now he lowered his head and apologized in a gentle voice, for fear of offending people, and he couldn't coax him: "I'm really not good at playing the piano. Next time, I'll change to a better piano next time and play it for you."

Right now, Qi Hua's mind is full of thoughts of holding Sheng Zhao in his arms, rubbing the other's waist, rubbing and touching him.

Where do you care about those other things?

Sheng Zhao was a little satisfied after listening, and hummed again: "I finished the dance, and you didn't praise me the first time."

"I didn't say you liked it either."

"You scared me just now."

"It's so fierce."

Qi Hua followed kindness like a stream: "I was so happy that I forgot to tell you that I didn't hurt you just now. Fellow Daoist Sheng misunderstood."

Sheng Zhao tilted his head, thoughtfully: "Really?"

Qi Hua said firmly, "Yes."

Only then did Sheng Zhao feel completely relieved, he dropped the sword casually, and stopped looking at Qi Hua, he knelt and sat beside the wooden railing, letting the gauze curtains beside the railing cover his whole body with shadows.

He hooked a jasper wine glass in his hand, and looked at the dancers on the high stage with great interest.

It seemed that he didn't notice that Qi Hua who was at the side had endured to the edge of reason and exploded at the slightest touch.

He finally couldn't control his hand, pulled Sheng Zhao's sleeve, and snatched Sheng Zhao's wine glass: "Are you comfortable?"

Sheng Zhao felt baffled, and pursed his red lips that were moistened by the wine in dissatisfaction: "Yes."

Qi Hua said helplessly, "Can you hug me?"

So the drunk turned to accuse the non-drunk, Sheng Zhao raised his eyes to look at Qi Hua: "Fellow Daoist Qi, you are so clingy."

Sheng Zhao had no choice but to lean over to hug him, and while hugging him, he said, "Low down a bit, sit down."

Qi Hua finally managed to hug someone as he wished, and following Sheng Zhao's instructions, he sat down, leaned against the table, and stood up with one foot.

From the beginning to the end, he never let go of the hand that hugged the person in his arms. After everything was adjusted, he sighed: "Squeamish."

Qi Hua leaned against Sheng Zhao's shoulder and rubbed off his collar in dissatisfaction, exposing most of Sheng Zhao's shoulder blades and collarbone.

I didn't care that there was a railing beside them, even if there were some heavy curtains, the people underneath could easily see through the veil and see the graceful figure behind them.

Just like a dog, constantly sniffing, using the tip of the nose, using the thin lips, rubbing, rubbing, and touching...

Until that piece of jade-white, tender and smooth skin turned red.

Sheng Zhao stroked Qi Hua's black hair, but there was a disdainful smile on his lips, ridiculed and disgusted.

Tsk, I got hooked as soon as I waved, why can't I help playing?

After Qi Hua rubbed enough, she just stopped.

He also thought of the veil behind him, hugged Sheng Zhao very restrainedly, and only rubbed against that spot very politely.

Sheng Zhao breathed out softly, and they hugged each other, and that breath was breathed under Qi Hua's ears, it was tingling and itchy to the bottom of Qi Hua's heart, which made the palpitations even more intense.

Qi Hua only felt that ever since Sheng Zhao swung the sword, his heartbeat became more and more violent, and he couldn't calm it down even if he wanted to.

She could only hug Sheng Zhao tightly, hoping for some comfort.

Sheng Zhao did indeed stroke Qi Hua's hair like a dog, but he was dissatisfied: "Don't do it, it hurts."

Qi Hua listened, raised her head obediently, and smiled warmly, "Zhao Zhao is so squeamish."

"Can I call you Zhao Zhao?"

Sheng Zhao was silent for a while, with a nonchalant tone: "It's up to you, call it whatever you want."

His tone was not good, but because he was drunk, his throat was sticky and tight, and when he spoke softly, he seemed to be acting like a baby.

Qi Hua was also affected, and called out in a low voice, "Zhao Zhao."

Sheng Zhao didn't respond, and said, "Are you ready? I still want to watch my sisters dance, and I haven't finished my wine yet."

"Hold me and let go."

Qi Hua didn't let go, but only tightened his hands, and said forcefully, "Don't let go, you can drink wine, and people are not allowed to look at it."

"Drink it in my arms, can't you?"

Sheng Zhao didn't want to, but he couldn't be tougher than Qi Hua, so he could only be locked in his arms, drinking sullenly.

After drinking for a long time, the tails of his eyes were half closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Qi Hua made a plan in her heart, waiting for this moment, so sleepy that she can't open her eyes, half asleep, it's the best way to coax her.

With warm eyebrows and eyes, he asked softly, "Zhao Zhao, come back to Qi's house with me, okay?"

Sheng Zhao glanced at Qi Hua dully, "The Qi family?"

Qi Hua said "Yes", "Yes, come back with me."

Sheng Zhao asked, "Are you going to your place?"

Qi Hua said softly, "Well, you go back with me, the Qi family can hide your tracks very well, I promise, Jiang Qianzhou will never find you."

"Including the people of Jianzong, you can play with me with peace of mind, and you can go wherever you want."

"What do you want, what do I give—"

Qi Hua's words were suddenly interrupted, and Sheng Zhao said word by word, "I don't want it."

"I won't go back to Qi's house with you, I won't leave."

Qi Hua's blood was filled with enthusiasm, which was extinguished by Sheng Zhao's two words, the chill pierced his bones, and his eyes were gloomy for a moment.

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Okay, I know I'm late, I'll grab Zhao Zhao and come over to give you a bite