The four men I've been slag have all come to the door

Since then, the relationship between Jiang Zinian and Bai Hongqing seems to have entered a somewhat delicate balance.

Bai Hongqing's attitude towards Jiang Zinian was still the same as usual.

And although Jiang Zinian didn't talk to Bai Hongqing very much, he didn't show too much resistance to this kind of imprisonment.

The two of them maintained this state.

Jiang Zinian's daily meals are made by Bai Hongqing himself, and when he wakes up every day, he will see Bai Hongqing tending the snow-white phoenix poppy. At first Jiang Zinian didn't talk to Bai Hongqing, but sometimes the two of them Also say a few words.

Sometimes Jiang Zinian wanted to cook by himself, but Bai Hongqing stopped him.

Bai Hongqing almost regarded cooking for him as a kind of pleasure, and watching Jiang Zinian eat the dishes he made, sometimes there would be a little smile on his face.

It's not that Jiang Zinian didn't think that this person might add some other things to the meal, but he knew that if Bai Hongqing really wanted to kill him, he would have no room to resist at all, so he just accepted these things calmly. Bai Hongqing cooked for him.

Jiang Zinian didn't dare to pursue the deep meaning behind Bai Hongqing's smile every day, he just stayed quietly in the prison that Bai Hongqing specially prepared for him every day, being a well-behaved canary.

Gradually, Jiang Zinian got used to this kind of life.

Except for being unable to see outsiders every day, and being unable to go out, Bai Hongqing has arranged for him well in all his daily life.

The cost of food and clothing is the best.

And there are many exotic flowers and herbs here that Jiang Zinian can observe and enjoy for a lifetime. Researching all kinds of fairy flowers and herbs is what he loves in this life, and Bai Hongqing has the rarest and most precious fairy flowers and herbs in the world.

Jiang Zinian tried his best to indulge himself in the flowers and plants, not thinking about Bai Hongqing.

He admired the flowers every day, teased the colorful little magpie that Bai Hongqing entertained him, and then studied those spiritual flowers and herbs, and gradually got used to the life with Bai Hongqing.

These days, that person never really forced him to do anything, he occasionally appeared in Jiang Zinian's sight, and occasionally, as usual, he would discuss with him some methods of planting flowers and plants.

Although Jiang Zinian kept reminding himself that this person's gentleness was just a mask for him to pretend, but Bai Hongqing's mask was too deceptive. After a long time, the tight string in his heart still couldn't help but loosen. Loose.

Jiang Zinian sometimes thinks that maybe this person has not become as bad as he imagined.

Perhaps, after a period of time, the grievances between the two can be slowly resolved.

Maybe at that time, he could persuade Bai Hongqing to let him go.

Thinking of this, the strings in Jiang Zinian's heart loosened a bit.

In the end, he still couldn't believe that the white-clothed boy who couldn't even step on an ant to death, the person who once said that flowers, plants, and plants were alive, would actually do something terrible and cruel to him now.

On this day, the afternoon sun was warm, under a big tree, Jiang Zinian was carrying a bucket of water, and was about to bend over to wash his hair.

He lowered his head and loosened his hair. He was bending over to scoop up a ladle of water from the bucket to wet his hair. At this moment, a hand suddenly pressed his hand holding the jade ladle. wrist.

That hand was slender and white, with a slight coolness.

Jiang Zinian looked up slightly along that hand, and saw a person wearing a white brocade feather dress standing in front of him. Around his waist was a jade-colored ribbon woven by moonlight. Gong Yu, who is like a cicada's wing, and the clothes are extraordinary, I just think that the color of the brilliance needs to be woven with moonlight to get one or two pure colors.

This time, the sunlight fell from between the trees, and some of it fell on Bai Hongqing's face. The man's eyebrows were exquisite and picturesque. He looked at Jiang Zinian, and the sunlight seemed to warm even the tip of his brows.

"I'll do it." Bai Hongqing smiled.

The color of his lips was gentle and light, and the expression on his face was too natural and gentle. Looking at him, Jiang Zinian actually remembered some of the past.

Jiang Zinian was taken aback for a moment, then let go of the jade ladle.

Bai Hongqing smiled slightly and asked him to get up and lie down on a soft chair not far away.

Jiang Zinian thought about it, and although he hesitated, he followed him in the end.

Lying on the soft chair, Jiang Zinian's black hair was hanging out of the soft chair. His black hair poured down like a waterfall, and some of it fell to the ground because it was too long, like splashed ink.

Bai Hongqing was there to help him pick up his black hair hanging on the ground, and put it in the white jade basin beside him.

He picked up the ladle and washed Jiang Zinian's hair carefully.

Sensing that the clear water was slowly dripping down his hair, Bai Hongqing's movements were soft and gentle, and Jiang Zinian remembered that many years ago, this person had washed his hair like this.

Probably also in this afternoon.

After Bai Hongqing washed his hair, he would comb his wet long hair with his hands.

The feeling of his hands passing through his black hair was soft and warm, that feeling, until now, Jiang Zinian still remembers.

After combing his hair, the two of them would lie under the tree in the afternoon, basking in the sun, waiting for his hair to dry slowly.

Those warm and beautiful days now seem like a sudden dream.

Now, Bai Hongqing washed his hair just as he remembered.

Jiang Zinian was lying there, but he suddenly had some complicated emotions in his heart.

After his hair was wet, Bai Hongqing applied some soap lotion on him, and put his hand into his hair, rubbing it gently for him.

His fingers felt a little cool, and his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him a little.

After rubbing it carefully for a while, Bai Hongqing scooped up some water for him to wash off the foam on the black hair.

He scooped up water with one hand, and stroked his hair with the other.

His hair is too long, every time Jiang Zinian can only feel the man's cool hands pass through his hair, and then slowly down, his movements are very slow, the warm water slowly pours on his head For some reason, maybe this person's movements were too gentle, and he actually felt a little itchy.

The man's hand gently slid from the top of his hair to the tail, and he slid down the hair for him, step by step, Jiang Zinian could feel that when the man touched his scalp, his own heart slightly emerged. out of the ordinary.

After washing his hair, Bai Hongqing ran his hands through his wet hair and gently pressed his head.

Many years ago, Bai Hongqing had also practiced good massage techniques, and Jiang Zinian also liked him giving him a gentle massage at that time.

But gradually, Jiang Zinian felt more and more that something was wrong with this person's actions.

His hand began to move up gradually, pressing gently on the side of his face, and the fingertips seemed to be slightly teased.

Jiang Zinian raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly met the man's eyes.

Bai Hongqing smiled at him, then moved his hands slowly, and continued to move down.

He reached out and pressed from the side of his face to his neck.

His fingertips were cold, but Jiang Zinian felt that the movement was filled with enthusiasm, and he felt a slight tremor in his heart.

"you...."

Before Jiang Zi could finish his words, the man suddenly lowered his eyes to look at him.

His eyes were full of depth and darkness that Jiang Zinian couldn't understand, and seemed to be suppressing too deep desires.

Before Jiang Zinian could react, Bai Hongqing lowered her head and kissed his lips.

The moment his lips met, Jiang Zinian froze there.

At this moment, Jiang Zinian's hair has not been washed yet, and the wet hair is still soaked in water.

Bai Hongqing was bending over at the moment, his ink hair poured down, and some of it fell on Jiang Zinian.

His breath sprayed on Jiang Zinian's face, Jiang Zinian smelled an extremely nice cold fragrance from this man, and the touch of this man on his lips was so soft and moist.

Jiang Zinian was stunned, almost thinking that he was still in a dream.

Suddenly, Bai Hongqing stretched out his hand again. His hand was wet and still had some acacia foam left. He pinched Jiang Zinian's chin, forcing him to raise his head slightly. Then he lowered his head and kissed him deeper.

Bai Hongqing's icy silk-like ink hair might be scattered on Jiang Zinian's face, and the two breathed together, and he just kissed him with a bit of compulsion.

His kiss was too aggressive, too hot, almost oppressive and suffocating.

This person looked so cold and holy, but his kiss was so hot that it almost made Jiang Zinian tremble.

After a long time, when Jiang Zinian came to his senses, the man straightened up, and then reached out to wipe the remaining transparent liquid on his lips.

When Bai Hongqing let go this time, Jiang Zinian felt a faint feeling that he had never felt before.

He stayed there for a long time with a flushed face.

When Jiang Zinian recovered a bit, Bai Hongqing had already dried his hair with his cultivation and was helping him to tie it.

His hands ran through his smooth black hair, and then deftly tied half of his black hair into a bun, and then inserted a jasper hairpin into the bun.

Bai Hongqing approached him and leaned close to his ear, the warm breath was lingering on his ear, and he asked: "I haven't pulled my hair for a long time, is my skill rusty?"

At some point, Jiang Zinian suddenly had a mirror in front of him.

Facing the mirror, Jiang Zinian saw the smiling face of this man behind him.

He had a gentle expression, smiling eyes, and the small mole between his eyebrows added a sense of sanctity and abstinence to his whole being.

But thinking of this man's hot kiss that almost made him faint, Jiang Zinian couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

But this time, through the mirror, Jiang Zinian saw the dark and profound possessiveness in Bai Hongqing's eyes when he looked at him.

The deep and dark possessiveness made Jiang Zinian's heart tighten.

For a moment, Jiang Zinian suddenly felt that he... might really never be able to escape from here for the rest of his life...

Through the mirror, Bai Hongqing was looking at him at the moment.

But his gaze made Jiang Zinian shudder involuntarily.

Jiang Zinian tried his best not to show anything unusual, but when he spoke, his voice was still a little hoarse, and there was a little trembling hidden in the hoarseness, he said: "...I am your brother."

In the mirror, after hearing this, Bai Hongqing put his hands on Jiang Zinian's body, and then gently hugged him.

Although the movement is light, it has a possessive desire that cannot be ignored and a toughness that is almost declaring complete sovereignty.

Bai Hongqing lowered his eyes, and he whispered in Jiang Zinian's ear, "Because you are my younger brother, you can only be mine."