However, Xiang Fang suddenly put down the teacup, walked to the window, took down the pot of flowers, and then gently put it in the corner of the wall, picked one, and put it under his nose to sniff carefully.

Hongliu watched him finish all this, as if he didn't understand a little, so he smiled at him and said, "Childe, please put that pot of flowers out of the window."

Xiang Fang shook his head and said softly: It's too cold outside, the flowers will not be able to stand it, it is better to put it in the house for comparison, flowers are the same as beauties, they all need to be loved by others.

Hongliu didn't want to refute, nor did she want to refute, but sighed lightly and said: "I'm afraid that Childe is coming for the first time, and he doesn't know the rules here."

Xiang Fang nodded, and then, shook his head again, and said with a smile: I don't know what rules you have here, and I don't want to know what rules you have here, I just know that I want to spend the night with you today, I just want to wait for someone here with you, and wait for someone who has to wait.

Hongliu didn't say anything anymore, just sighed softly, as if she felt that the man in front of her with a pair of flawless hands was really a little stubborn, but he was stubborn and cute.

Lan Yutang looked at her, suddenly laughed, and said lightly: I think, at this moment, you must be thinking in your heart, I am really a bit stubborn, but I am a little stubborn, isn't it?

Hongliu's heart was seen through, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

This guy in front of him not only has a pair of good-looking hands, but also has a pair of observations that can penetrate people's hearts, which is really a bit incredible.

Thinking of this, she sat down on the edge of the bed, half-leaning on the folded quilt, and then stared at Xiang Fang's hands holding the cups.

The white jade porcelain cups and the white jade-like hands are intertwined and overlapped with each other, and suddenly there is an indescribable beauty.

Looking, looking, as if out of consciousness again.

I don't know what is going on in her heart.

It's already dark outside, so it should be the second watch.

The late-night wind gently knocked on the window paper, but the originally faint candlelight in the room suddenly became brighter, and kept beating between the two of them, and a long candle burst out.

Xiang Fang sat at the table, leaning on the table with one hand, holding the white jade cup in his hand, and his eyes staring at the white jade cup in his hand.

And Hongliu looked at his hand.

The bursting candle slowly fell, and the candle tears swelled up, making a "whoop" sound.

Hongliu quickly plucked a hairpin from his head, walked over, picked the candle flower slightly, and then, looking at the black rumbling sky outside, sighed softly, and said: I think, he won't come again tonight.

Xiang Fang suddenly smiled, put down the cup he was playing with, looked at the red willow, and said lightly: The one you are talking about, is it Lan Yutang?

Hongliu just shook his head slightly, as if thinking about something, and then, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I don't know who that Lan Yutang you are talking about.

None of the people who came here would say their names, because they themselves seemed to know that it was a very dirty thing to come here.

Although they also know that this is a very dirty place, they still have to come, and they don't know if this is the so-called cheapness.

Speaking of this, she looked at Xiang Fang as if she suddenly remembered something, and then pointed to the white jade flute he inserted in his waist and said slowly: Oh, yes, does the person you are waiting for have a flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose?

She seemed to have forgotten that Xiang Fang was also a man.

However, Xiang Fang didn't mean to blame her at all, just nodded at her, and then, with a smile, said lightly:

You're right, his flute is as red as blood, as hot as fire, as gorgeous as a rose, and the name of his flute is called the Immortal Jade Flute, you see, does it look like this?

He pulled out the white jade flute from his waist, held it across his chest, and held it towards the red willow.

Hongliu looked at it, looking very attentively, and he didn't know whether he was looking at his white jade flute or his flawless hands.

Then, as if she was sure, she nodded, and said softly: "Yes, but your flute is white, just like your hand, so warm and beautiful, but his flute is red, is it because he has killed many people?

Xiang Fang smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Hongliu was stunned, and then, took out a red silk handkerchief, pulled a corner, and kept wrapping it around her index finger, and then, sighing slightly, said:

I don't know if that's the case, but I know that no matter whether he has killed anyone or not, no matter how many people he has killed, there must be a reason for him, because if he doesn't kill people, others will kill him.

Although we talked very little, I could tell that he must be a very famous person outside, whether he was famous or not, but he was a good person.

Because when other men see me, their eyes glow like hungry wolves, and all they need is my body, and I am completely used as a vent.

However, he was different from other men, and although he never said it to me personally, I could see that he loved me.

Xiang Fang gently tapped the table with his fingers, and the bell on the white jade flute danced gently with his rhythm, and said in a deep voice: Oh, what about you, do you love him?

Hongliu looked at his flawless hands jumping on the table, as if he was playing a guqin, suddenly shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

They sat face to face, in a regular manner, and talked softly in the room, saying things that had nothing to do with ambiguity.

And Lan Yutang was outside the window at the moment, standing behind the flowers, standing under the dim moon shadow, listening to them talk about each other.

Although there was not the slightest flirting between their words, Lan Yutang's face was still not very good-looking, as if someone had just kicked him the stomach.

And his immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, was in his hand.

In his hand, he held the immortal jade flute as red as blood, as fierce as fire, and as gorgeous as a rose, tight, tight......

Pale blue tendons burst high along the pale veins, like a dragon ready to move, wanting to destroy everything in this world.

At this moment, he was tempted to rush in and kill the two people in the house.

He suddenly felt that the red willow, which was originally so dignified, so cute, and so considerate, was so annoying at this time.

It was the first time he had felt this way since he had met Hongliu and liked her.

In the faint candlelight, he could even see the sweet smile of the red willow, the smile as clear as spring water, which once made him addicted and intoxicated.

However, now, these smiles that she had once indulged and indulged in were looking at Xiang Fang's almost flawless hands.

That's a pair of hands that can make all men feel inferior, that's a pair of hands that make all women red, that's a pair of flawless hands.