Chapter 218: No Intimate Contact Between Men
Su Qianji was standing behind Baiyin. He thought it was weird for him to stand there and look at them. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Baiyin pick up the child.
The child's face was facing him, and he saw it clearly, and he felt as if he was struck by lightning.
This face is 80% similar to his.
When he saw the child, his heart felt like it was filled up instantly.
A warmth I had never felt before spread in my heart.
"Sure enough, the mother is beautiful and the son is beautiful too." Baiyin was so happy holding the little ball in her arms.
"Aunt Baiyin is also beautiful. Your child will be as beautiful as me in the future."
He originally wanted to say that she was prettier than himself, but then he thought that if she was prettier than himself, his mother might not like him anymore, so he thought it would be better if she was equally pretty.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a pair of big hands falling on his face.
Baiyin was stunned.
Jiang Yao was also stunned.
Even Su Qianji was stunned. Why would he reach out and touch the child's face?
But the feel is indeed as Baiyin said, very good, and there is a special feeling of satisfaction spreading in my heart.
There was confusion and disgust in Shanglu's big eyes.
"Uncle, please stop touching me, okay?"
The first time he had his face touched by a man, he had originally intended to save it for his father, but now it was touched by this man who used the art of concealing his face.
Unhappy!
But mom is here, I can’t lose my temper. Mom doesn’t like babies who lose their temper.
Shang Lu had a smile on her face, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes. She touched her arms with her little hand and then placed it on the man's big hand.
"Uncle, can you let go?"
The stinging pain on the back of his hand brought Su Qianji back to his senses. He slowly pulled his hand back, a smile flashing in his eyes. He looked at the little dumpling and said softly, "Well, the evil spirit has been suppressed."
Jiang Yao lowered her eyes with a sense of loss. The moment the man touched Shanglu, she was in a trance and actually wondered if the God of War was Su Qianji.
This may have made her laugh at herself deeply.
If he was Su Qianji, how could he be so indifferent to her? Even if he didn't love her anymore, it was impossible for him to care about the child.
It turns out that I was just looking at the evil spirit.
She walked over and gently rebuked Shang Lu: "Xiao Baibao, this is your savior, you can't be unreasonable."
Shang Lu curled his lips, looked at the man reluctantly and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Su Qianji just looked at him without responding.
Baiyin, on the other hand, walked to the back holding Shanglu: "Little Baibao, are you hungry? Auntie can catch some fish for you, okay?"
"Fishing? I want to go too."
Yue Jian followed behind Bai Yin.
In this way, only Jiang Yao and Su Qianji were left on the shore.
The summer sea breeze had a salty and humid smell. When the wind blew past the man, it was mixed with a familiar cold fragrance.
Jiang Yao lowered his head in a hurry, not daring to look at him again.
The situation was a bit awkward, so she spoke first: "God of War, my child is outspoken, I hope you don't take it to heart."
"Yeah." His tone was light and distant: "I won't argue with a child."
Jiang Yao finally felt relieved. She was afraid that this man would dislike Shang Lu and would not suppress his evil spirit.
It was really embarrassing to just stand there, so she started to clear the stones on the ground. Since she was going to sleep for the night, she had to make herself comfortable.
"God of War, you can sleep here later. I've already packed everything up."
The man looked at the busy figures, a gentle smile on his lips: "God doesn't need to sleep."
Jiang Yao's body froze. She didn't know much about God, after all, she had no chance to come into contact with him.
"I'm sorry, I don't know."
Su Qianji moved his lips, but the words on his lips did not come out. He waved his slender hand towards the ground, and a brand new blanket fell to the ground.
His eyes are also dark green.
"Thank you, God of War." Jiang Yao pounced and asked, "Does God of War like green?"
"dislike."
Jiang Yao: “…” It’s hard to even establish a good relationship with him and chat with him. This man is quiet, aloof, and difficult to get along with.
Just like Su Qianji back then, could it be that all gods are like this?
It's so difficult. How can I become friends with this almighty God of War?
"By the way, God of War, when will we arrive at the Holy City?"
The man looked at her, his dark eyes devoid of emotion, and asked indifferently, "Are you in a hurry?"
"No."
"That's not urgent."
Jiang Yao: “.” Forget it, she gave up chatting, it was too difficult.
Su Qianji sat on a rock, his eyes looking at the sea, but his peripheral vision was always on a busy little figure.
He was a quiet person. He used to think Bai Yin was too noisy and banned her from going to Jiutian Pavilion. But why did he become a little strange since he met this little woman? He especially wanted to hear her voice, even if it was to ask some unimportant questions.
So when Jiang Yao stopped talking to him, he felt uncomfortable.
"Have you always been alone?" This time it was the man who asked.
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied: "No, I still have a son and Yuejian."
Su Qianji nodded and felt a lot more relieved.
"Your spiritual power."
"God of War, let me go see why they haven't returned yet."
The moment the man mentioned spiritual power, Jiang Yao's head buzzed and he quickly interrupted him.
This is a very bad topic and cannot be continued.
Jiang Yao was running fast, and since it was night, he was tripped by a rock without paying attention.
"hiss!"
As soon as I sat down, a pair of black shoes and boots appeared at my feet.
"What's wrong?"
The tone was still cold and indifferent, but upon closer listening, it carried a hint of concern and worry.
But Jiang Yao didn't care about it because she had sprained her foot.
"Did you twist it?" the man asked again.
She nodded, took the small bag she had with her, and began to look for medicine.
The man lowered his head with a frown on his face, and for some unknown reason he reached out and grabbed the girl's feet.
"Ah!" Jiang Yao screamed in pain. She was afraid of attracting the attention of Shanglu on the beach, so she deliberately lowered her voice, but such a cry really made people imagine.
Her face turned red instantly, and she stopped looking for medicine and covered her mouth with her hands.
Fortunately, the man didn't raise his head and didn't seem to take it to heart. His whole focus was on her feet.
Wait, feet!
When Jiang Yao wanted to pull it back, it was too late. The man had pulled her socks off.
"God of War, I'm fine, I..."
"Don't move."
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment by the commanding tone of the voice.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the voice of "Don't move" was much darker.
"It's definitely twisted."
The man was talking to himself, his big hands caressing the girl's feet.
Jiang Yao felt cool and comfortable at his ankles, and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared after a while.
She hurriedly pulled her foot back: "Thank you, God of War, my foot is healed now."
He quickly put on his socks and shoes and said, "I'll go see them."
Only the man was left squatting there.
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