In the firelight, Qi Xiao saw the lower end of Qiu Nuanfeng's white clothes being picked up by the tip of his sword, and a slight arc appeared, just like the everlasting smile on his lips.
He walked towards him, the blood on the end of his sword moistening his gown.
Qi Xiao wanted to laugh, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He watched Qiu Nuanfeng's bloody fingers gently cover his lips, wipe away the blood, and then clamp his jaw down with two fingers.
He dropped the sword, stroked the broken hair beside Qi Xiao's ear with his other hand, chuckled lightly, and then leaned down to caress his ear.
"You don't hate me very much?"
Qiu Nuanfeng turned his head to look at Qi Xiao, his eyebrows and eyes as soft as a passionate prodigal.
Qi Xiao also looked at him, and opened his chapped lips a few times with difficulty. He leaned forward and gasped, "Why don't you hate me?"
The red color in Qi Xiao's eyelids, the moist eyelashes, and the sweet smell on her lips, under the great fire, were as hazy as Qiu Nuanfeng's erotic dream. At the end of the dream, Qi Xiao winked at the corner of his eye and said, "Wait for me for five years."
"I will kill you myself."