Clear the infinite world by beauty

Jiang Ping's facial features are very cold, with a coolness of alienation and indifference, but at this moment all the coldness is completely shattered, and there is an almost morbid paranoia in his eyes.

The night is boiling.

Liu Qi subconsciously took half a step back, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Originally, according to his own personality, no one can sleep with him. There are evil spirits, which is a very dangerous thing.

But Jiang Ping seemed really angry.

There was no way for Liu Qi to retreat, with the bed behind him, stared at by those eyes, a little flustered and confused.

Why are you angry? It's not a good thing to sleep with him.

He thought for a while, and then with an unbelievable expression on his face, he glanced up and down at Jiang Ping.

"What are you talking about? Do you think the threshold for taking care of me is very low? I didn't even let him in the house next door. What are you dissatisfied with?"

He pointed at Jiang Ping's mattress angrily: "The room is so small, I allocated such a large space for you to sleep in, and let you take a bath, isn't that enough?"

"Tell me, is there anything else you want?"

These words can be said to be very excessive, blatantly using people as assistants, and even suspecting that the other party wants money, Liu Qi wanted to beat herself after she finished speaking.

However, when the words fell, the gloom in Jiang Ping's eyes dissipated, and he even smiled a little.

"It's really special."

Jiang Ping nodded, with a meaningful tone: "I can't force more for the time being."

Seeing that he seemed to be fine, Liu Qi took a small breath, and finally relaxed and sat back on the bed.

Occasionally, suspicious eyes drifted to the ground.

Strange, he used to think that Jiang Ping really didn't care about these things, he only cared about acting skills, but his reaction just now didn't seem to be the case.

He himself felt that these words were bad, but Jiang Ping, who was the pride of heaven, was not angry after being scolded a few times.

Are you used to being praised by people around you since you were a child, and you find it interesting when you meet someone who speaks badly like him?

Probably not.

Just when Liu Qi was thinking, Jiang Ping had already spread the quilt and lay down. He was so tall that his long legs could only be bent up, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Liu Qi lowered her eyes, leaned back against the head of the bed, and tapped the table with her fingertips: "I'm thirsty."

"it is good."

Jiang Ping got up and went to the table to pour water for him. He had broad shoulders, and his back was handsome even when he stood casually. He held the cup in his bony hand, and his movements were so serious that he seemed to be holding a measuring cup in a laboratory.

When he handed the cup to Liu Qi, he could still smell his own cold fragrance.

Liu Qi pursed her lips and took the water glass.

Jiang Ping knew that he was squeamish, so he adjusted the water to exactly [-] degrees, which was warm and hot, which was in line with Liu Qi's own preferences.

However, Liu Qi's eyes flickered, and when Jiang Ping let go, his hand softened and he did not pretend not to hold it.

Seeing that a large glass of water was about to be splashed on the bed, Jiang Ping leaned over to catch it immediately with sharp eyesight and quick hands, but unfortunately some water still overflowed from the water glass and wet a palm-sized piece of bed sheet.

Liu Qi's pretty brows were tightly frowned, and she dodged the sheet like a ghost, and exclaimed coquettishly: "It's not good to pass a cup, I really can't sleep when I'm so wet."

Jiang Ping frowned: "I'll get a hair dryer to dry."

Liu Qi shook her head resolutely: "I can't do it, it's disgusting, the sheets are too dirty."

He ignored that all that was sprinkled on it was hot water, pinched Jiang Ping's sleeves with two fingers and pulled him towards the bed, and said with disgust, "You sleep on this broken bed, I'll go down."

After speaking, he didn't give Jiang Ping a chance to refuse, and staggered off the bed with his soft pillow in his arms, as if he couldn't avoid it.

Jiang Ping pursed his thin lips slightly, looked at Liu Qi disapprovingly, and was about to speak when Liu Qi threw a pillow from the floor.

He caught it casually, and at this moment Liu Qi was lying on the floor safely. He was exactly 1.8 meters tall, and it was almost enough for him to sleep on a slightly inclined side.

The big seam between the two mattresses is a bit tight.

Liu Qi buried her face in the pillow, and finally felt relieved: "Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Ping didn't speak, and stared at him for a long time.

After a while, there were footsteps walking past Liu Qi, and the light in the room disappeared.

Liu Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief, so that both of them could sleep well.

At this time, a message came from the mobile phone. Liu Qi covered her face with a thin quilt and hid in the quilt to watch.

It was Gao Rong who sent it to him.

"Strange, why is there no sound in your room all the time? There is only a piece of paper separated, the sound insulation should not be so good."

"Have you gone back to your room? Nothing happened?"

Liu Qi couldn't help frowning.

He had been talking to Jiang Ping just now, but Gao Rong couldn't hear anything, it was too abnormal, maybe the evil spirit hadn't left from the beginning to the end.

The room is still very dangerous, but fortunately, Jiang Ping is by his side.

So Liu Qi reported her safety: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It should be the evil spirit that blocked my room. It wanted to harm me just now, but was stopped by Jiang Ping."

Gao Rong replied immediately: "You and Jiang Ping live in the same room?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The other side was silent for a while, and replied: "Be careful, he is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Liu Qi knew her concerns. Jiang was sensitive because of his identity, and it might be dangerous to be alone in a room with him.

But just now Jiang Ping saved him twice, without him, he might have died long ago.

So he replied: "Okay, I will be careful."

He had just finished replying when a message from Zhang Bo popped up on his phone: "Are you okay?"

Liu Qi recalled that Zhang Bo was a tall and strong young man who insisted on sharing a room with him, and he was very warm-hearted.

He thanked: "I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing Liu Qi's concern, the other person replied in seconds: "I'm fine, I'm just worried about you all the time, I can't fall asleep because of tossing and turning."

Liu Qi was surprised by him, and he was too enthusiastic.

In the past, there were many such enthusiastic people around him, and Liu Qi was actually a little at a loss for such people, and didn't know what to do, so he could only be grateful and politely alienated.

So he thought for a while and said: "Please don't worry, I called Jiang Ping to accompany me."

As soon as these words were sent, the person on the other side suddenly became excited: "Jiang Ping can accompany you! Are you okay? Then can I come to accompany you tomorrow?"

Liu Qi frowned.

He wondered if it would be okay for someone else to sleep with him according to Jiang Bing's words.

Liu Qi didn't have any idea at that time, but now that I think about it, it's really uncomfortable to let others come to live in a room.

"It's too dangerous here. We encountered ghosts twice just now, and Jiang had a special ability to get through it. Let's forget it. Thank you for your kindness."

As soon as these words came out, the other party was silent for a while, and finally said unwillingly: "Then I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

Liu Qi looked at this message in astonishment, her pretty brows furrowed.

Why do you want to pick me up?

Alas, he really can't stand someone who is too enthusiastic, and it's better to get along with someone as cold as Jiang Ping.

Liu Qi replied with a puffy face in distress: "No, it's good to have Jiang Ping by my side, I'll go to sleep first."

Afterwards, he responded to the concerns of other reincarnations, and only then did he know that Lou Zhao found a message on the wall of the dormitory. It seemed that the lights of this dormitory building were turned off at [-] o'clock, and he urged them not to move around after [-] o'clock.

Liu Qi glanced at the time, it was exactly eight o'clock, and at the same time, a heavy sleepiness hit her.

Yawning quietly, he lifted the quilt and prepared to sleep on the hour.

I don't know when it rained outside the window, the sound of pattering rain was very clear in the silent night, and the room was chilly.

Liu Qi looked at the bed under the cool moonlight, and could only vaguely see a bulge in the bedding, Jiang Ping seemed to have fallen asleep.

It seems that the sleep time of the dungeon npc is regular.

He didn't dare to move anymore, and lay down to sleep.

The sound of the rain continued, and for some reason it became louder and louder, as if it was hitting the eardrum heavily.

Could it be a ghost coming?

Liu Qi suddenly felt panicked, he wanted to turn on the cell phone of the undead, but the heavy drowsiness hit him violently, making him so tired that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and soon fell asleep.

He has always rarely dreamed, but today's dream is particularly deep and real.

In a daze, Liu Qi was wearing a tender blue silk shorts, holding a washtub and walking on the path of the beautiful mountain village.

He is a well-known beautiful little widow in the village. After her husband died, countless people tried their best to force him to remarry.

Fortunately, a well-meaning friend of the deceased husband took him in, provided him with food and drink, bought him beautiful clothes, and always abided by etiquette, making Liu Qi's life enjoyable.

He was very grateful to that handsome scholar, but he didn't know what he could do for him. There were servants at home, so he didn't need to do the cooking and work.

Fortunately, the scholar has a serious cleanliness obsession and doesn't like outsiders touching his close-fitting clothes, only Liu Qi can do it, so he has the motivation to go to the river to wash his clothes happily every day.

Bang, bang, bang.

Liu Qi skillfully beats clothes by the river with a wooden stick. The clear mountain spring water is particularly refreshing, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and there is a small waterfall in front of it, dispelling the heat of summer.

He bent over to wash seriously, humming an unknown tune, which was so beautiful, it seemed that even the birds liked to fly to this place.

It was too hot today, he was wearing thin clothes, the water splashed by the waterfall kept falling on him, the light-colored cloth was wet, and it was tightly attached to his body, outlining soft lines.

Tired from washing, he picked up the water bottle and took a sip. His black wet hair stuck to his snow-white face, and his red lips parted slightly with thirst, showing a green and seductive temptation.

The thin white fingertips wiped the water on the face, and then fanned the wind together,

Liu Qi continued to bend over to wash clothes, and the cloth turned up due to his movements, revealing a section of white and greasy skin like milk, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of fragrance.

This scene was so beautiful that it attracted some beasts.

Caught off guard, her slender waist was tightly bound by a pair of big hands, and Liu Qi was lifted up by someone holding her waist, carried her on her shoulders and walked away.

"Who?"

Liu Qi let out an exclamation, struggling continuously in fright, the man's body stiffened suddenly while twisting and grinding.

"Stop moving."

He heard the hoarse voice of a man gnashing his teeth.

"He's dead, can't you forget it? Why have you been unwilling to remarry?"

"We're going to get married now."

The voice was so familiar, Liu Qi turned around blankly, and saw the scholar's face full of desire, and his name embroidered on his chest.

Jiang Ping.

Liu Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then was extremely shocked.

He remembered Jiang Ping's name, and his husband was most afraid of him when he was alive, and told him repeatedly that he wanted to take his wife away so that he would not go out.

The scholar is actually Jiang Ping!

Liu Qi's heart speeded up, and she suddenly woke up from the dream.

It was just dawn, and he gasped for breath, still immersed in his dream.

After reacting, her cheeks flushed little by little.

God, his dream is so strange, how could such a cold and ascetic person as Jiang Ping do such a thing.

Liu Qi was also shocked by herself, how could she think so much of others?

So shameless.