I still like you best this way
Fu Ying turned to Ni, scratched his palm lightly with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Ni, you can control plants, so I'll trouble you to help me."
As she spoke, her eyes moved, and she took Tuanzi back from Bai Cang's arms and placed the sleeping little guy on the bamboo bed. She lowered her eyes and tucked Tuanzi's swaddling clothes, and the purple pupils behind her suddenly dimmed a little.
He withdrew his gaze, and when his purple pupils turned to Qinglan, a dark light flashed in his dead eyes.
She turned around and left, her purple curly hair drawing a sharp arc in the humid air.
Bai Cang stood up slowly, and the corners of his narrow eyes slightly curled up when he passed Qinglan.
Outside the house, Teng was saying goodbye to the starry sky.
Teng's dark green eyes held a complex expression: "The rainy season is dangerous, be careful on the way back."
Xingkong carried the prey, a smile on his carefree face. He patted Teng's shoulder with his free hand and said, "You came out just to tell me this?"
After saying that, he said nonchalantly, "You don't have to worry about me. On the contrary, you have a bad temper. When you are with Fu Ying... When you get along with the female master, you still have to learn to be soft in order to please her."
The angular outline of the dragon was particularly sharp in the night, and there was a layer of sinisterness between its handsome brows.
He stared at the starry sky, his Adam's apple moved, and the words he really wanted to ask were stuck in his throat.
He grew up with Xingkong, how could he not see what he was thinking?
Although he didn't want more people to divide Aying's thoughts, if this person was Xingkong...
Teng's drooping eyelashes cast a heavy shadow on his eye sockets. His voice was slightly hoarse: "I missed this opportunity." Emotions surged in his dark green pupils: "Perhaps, there won't be a next time."
Although Teng didn't say it explicitly, Xingkong immediately understood what he meant.
He tightened his fingertips, glanced sideways at the prey on his shoulder, and his Adam's apple rolled as he let out a short breath: "I have to be responsible for the Sky Split Tribe. There are too many dangerous people around her."
After a pause, he suddenly chuckled with a carefree tone: "Besides, she doesn't like me."
At this point, Ni and Bai Cang walked out of the bamboo house one after another.
Xingkong looked up and said to Teng, "Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a gigantic pterosaur, his bony wings cutting through the rain as he flew towards the sky.
Teng watched Xingkong's figure disappear into the sky, turned around and wanted to go back to the bamboo house, but was stopped by Bai Cang.
"Aying has something to say to Qinglan." There was a tone in Bai Cang's voice that did not allow for rejection.
"Is there anything you can't say in front of us?" Teng's dark green eyes were full of coldness and hostility. He hasn't gotten around Qinglan yet. Don't think that just because he has found Aying, the matter of breaking the contract can be brushed aside!
Bai Cang glanced at him calmly: "Is it A Ying's idea? Do you want to go in?"
Teng fell silent, looked up at the bamboo house with the closed door, and blue veins snaked on the back of his hand.
"Let's go and find some bamboo and wood." He paused, his eyes sweeping over the exquisite bamboo house behind him, and said calmly, "Let's build a few new bamboo houses. It's not easy to live here in Luoheng."
Compared to the cave nest, the bamboo house was more to his liking, fresh and clean.
"inverse."
Ni glanced back at the two of them, a cold look flowing in her purple eyes, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of her crimson lips: "I am Ni, not that useless crying person. Don't call me the wrong name again."
Bai Cang narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and glanced thoughtfully at the star pattern on Ni's forehead. A hint of dim understanding emerged in his eyes. He probably guessed the difference between Ni and Luo Heng.
Vines grew out from the slender fingertips and intertwined into an umbrella in the rainstorm.
He held an umbrella gracefully and walked towards the bamboo forest first, his long purple hair fluttering and a faint fragrance floating in the air.
He couldn't possibly allow so many males to occupy his and Yingying's residence.
"Ni? He and Luo Heng are not the same person?" Teng stared at Ni's back with a frown.
He had seen Luo Heng before, so he naturally knew the latter's personality. He was completely different from the person in front of him.
Bai Cang looked quietly for a moment and then looked away.
A faint smile graced his beautiful face: "Whether it's Luo Heng or Ni, what does it matter?"
Bai Cang looked at the swaying bamboo forest in the distance and stepped into the rain. His long silver hair was lifted by the wind, and a cool arc of light was drawn in the dark sky. "Aying's feelings are the most important."
If the bamboo house was built more exquisitely, with some bone bells hung and wild flowers placed in it, she might be willing to stay for a few more days.
She gently stroked the bone knife on her waist with her fingertips and stared at Bai Cang. This vixen really had a quick mind.
He turned to look at the swaying green bamboos and had to choose some that were free of termites and cracks.
But what kind of bamboo house should it be built in? What kind of bamboo house would Aying like?
*
As Bai Cang and Ni left, the bamboo house suddenly became quiet.
Qinglan's clenched joints turned blue and white, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Fu Ying's back was reflected in his cold and lazy eyes, flickering, with some unspeakable emotions.
Fu Ying placed Tuanzi in place and turned to look at him.
She walked slowly closer, her eyes falling on his wet animal hide. His long flaxen hair was still soaked with water, leaving a dark wet mark at his feet.
Fu Ying took his hand and walked to the table. His slender joints were tense and his palms were refreshingly cool.
She pushed him down on the chair, took out a towel, and raised her hand to wipe his wet long hair.
When her slender fingertips touched the side of his neck, she paused for a moment, gently lifted a corner of his animal skin, and looked at the hideous wound that had been washed white by the heavy rain, and her narrow eyes blinked.
Although the edges of the wound were eroded, it was still possible to make out that it was a fox lying coiled in bed.
Qinglan's body suddenly froze, as if even his breathing had stopped, his whole body stiff and motionless.
"Does it hurt?" Fu Ying gently traced the hideous fox-shaped wound with her fingertips. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing over the wound that was stinging and numb, and her charming voice was very shallow.
Qinglan's body became increasingly tense, but he did not dodge like he had in the past.
He raised his eyes to look at her, his gray-brown pupils flushed scarlet, like pain, or something else.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, the shadow cast by his browbone masking his surging emotions. His thin lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse and almost out of tune: "No, it doesn't hurt."
As he spoke, a drop of rain slid down his chin and hit the back of Fu Ying's hand.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes to look at the water marks on the back of his hand, and a subtle curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
She walked around behind Qinglan, ran her fingertips through his long flaxen hair, and gently combed it with a comb. Because of hunger and malnutrition in the tribe, coupled with days of running around, his hair was dull and dry.
"Qinglan, I don't blame you."
"I know you like Jia, but now that the contract has been dissolved, why are you still here?"
Fu Ying's voice was very soft, not a question, just doubt.
"No..." Qinglan subconsciously explained, his clear and ethereal voice tinged with anxiety.
He was about to turn around when he suddenly heard Fu Ying say, "Don't move."
Fu Ying gathered a strand of Qinglan's hair with his fingertips, turned his wrist slightly, and took out a string of white jade hair accessories.
The white jade was smooth and the hanging silk ribbons were adorned with jade beads, which gently collided with her movements, making crisp and clear sounds, like a spring dripping in the mountains. It was obviously much better than bone ornaments.
"Gia is just a member of the tribe, nothing more."
"I...I'm sorry. When I saved him, I just treated him as a member of my tribe. I didn't think of anything else."
"……sorry."
He lowered his brows and muttered to himself.
He has never liked to talk much, but now at this critical moment, after going over and over again, he could only squeeze out a few difficult explanations.
Fu Ying passed the hair ornament through his long hair, and the jade beads slid down and swayed gently behind his neck.
"I still like you the most like this..." Fu Ying lightly lifted her fingertips, and the jade beads moved with her movements, spreading a clear and delicate melody in his ears, which was very pleasant to hear.
"When I tilt my head, the jewelry in my hair jingles..."
Fu Ying's voice suddenly dropped and turned into a chuckle: "It suits you very well."
The tips of Qinglan's ears suddenly turned blood red because of her words, and the red spread all the way to the side of his neck.
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