time travel sweet

night.

The man gently opened the stone door in front of him, and a burst of cold air hit him.

This is an ice room.

He seemed to be used to it, and walked in without heeding, letting a thin layer of frost form on his clothes.

He walked to the center, took out a crystal clear crystal bead from his sleeve, and threw it into the hole on the ground.

Soon, the seemingly tight ground began to separate, and a stone platform with huge ice cubes slowly rose from the ground.

There seemed to be thousands of emotional ups and downs in the man's eyes. He approached the stone platform lightly, staring at the ice cube that exuded the cold air.

As the cold air dissipated slightly, a handsome face of a teenager gradually appeared from it—it was actually an ice pavilion.

The man raised his hand to cover the ice, and slid his finger lightly, outlining the boy's face, full of obsession.

"Stupid," the man's eyes were flushed, "I'm here to see you."

He leaned over and pressed his lips to the corner of the boy's eyes through the ice, "Is it cold in here? You are afraid of the cold, but I can only keep you in this way."

A drop of scorching liquid dripped on the ice, making shallow pits.

"However, you can leave here soon," the corner of the man's mouth curled into a crazy smile, "I found that person."

He looked at the boy as if he wanted to see through him, "Are you happy?"

Then he sneered and shook his head, "I'm really dizzy. How could you answer me?"

The man put his lips on the ice again and kissed lightly, "I love you."

A shadow appeared behind the man, but the man did not turn his head, still staring at the peaceful face of the young man who seemed to be asleep.His eyes were gentle, but he opened his mouth with a blunt tone, "Where's the thing?"

The person behind him respectfully half-kneeled and handed over a set of scrolls.

The man tilted his head slightly and took the scroll: "Get lost."

"Yes." Then the man disappeared as quietly as when he came.

"Look, this is that person," the man opened the scroll and pointed it at the boy, "he looks very much like you."

On the scroll is a boy in white clothes standing beside a bush of hibiscus flowers and smiling brightly.The young man was so beautiful that the flowers beside him were overshadowed.In the corner of the painting is written a line of poetry --

"The reeds are luxuriant, the dew is not yet bright"

That's right, the person in that painting is exactly Bai Weixi.

At this time, Zhang Jia, who occupied Bai Weixi's body, was staring blankly at the water basin in a daze (?˙ー˙?)

Because there were no mirrors in ancient times, only the blurred and distorted bronze mirror could barely take a picture, so Zhang Jia only knew that this body was good-looking, but he didn't know how good-looking it was.

So when Zhang Jia saw his reflection in the water, he was shocked.

Why did no one tell me before that I look so good-looking! ! ! ?ω? Look at those eyes!This skin!Zhang Jia seemed to understand Bai Jun all of a sudden.

I blame myself for being so good-looking (ノω<.)ノ))☆..

I'm about to fall in love with myself!ヾ(≧∪≦*)ノ〃

Eh,,,, but will Mr. Zong Gong just look at my face? ? ? ? ? (although I am too)

Eh... Zhang Jia has withered...

Unbeknownst to Zhang Jia, this scene was fully watched by the two people climbing through the crack of the door.

"You mean, he kept staring at the water basin, and then he became unhappy?" Guan Ju stared at Huojiu, who was poking A Tong's face in front of him, and almost wrote "I don't believe it" on his face. .

"It's true. If you don't believe me, ask Atong." Huojiu looked innocent

Guan Ju shifted his gaze to A Tong, and A Tong nodded.

Huojiu smiled even more happily.

The next day, when Zhang Jia woke up, she found that there was no water basin in her room, not even the cups...