Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

After touching each other's lips, Han Bai quickly withdrew his mouth.

This sense of danger and ecstasy was both eerie and satisfying to him.

The person lying on the couch should not be him, and the person holding Guan Yao should not be him, all of this should belong to his master, Chu Ming.

And as a confidant who has been by Chu Ming's side for ten years, for the first time, he actually moved his mind about something that belonged to Chu Ming.

He resents Guan Yao, resents him for making himself unfaithful to Chu Ming, but he is also a little fascinated, fascinated by the fox tail that Guan Yao showed him unintentionally hundreds of times, fascinated by Guan Yao's various styles, fascinated His is different.

"Hmm—" Guan Yao babbled, and he didn't know who he thought Han Bai was, but it didn't matter who he was.

Han Bai touched the tip of the other's nose with the tip of his nose, but the other didn't respond. He imitated what Chu Ming usually did, and kissed Guan Yao's forehead.

He kept hypnotizing and comforting himself, saying that he was Chu Ming's substitute at this moment, and he had to do this for Guan Yao's safety.

Han Bai knew that Chu Ming was not in Fujing at the moment, and he could guarantee that no one would come in tonight, so he slept with Guan Yao in his arms for the night.

When Guan Yao woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun. He opened his still blurred eyes, and although there was no one around him, he still felt as if someone had come.

Is it Chu Ming? He's back?

Guan Yao was a little worried. If Chu Ming came back, then his plan with Xu Tingliu would be a little troublesome.

"Guan Gongzi." Han Bai came in with the food, "It's time to eat."

"Yeah." Guan Yao patted his forehead in a daze, then lifted the quilt and went to bed.

It may be that the illness last night was still a little bit under control, Guan Yao's feet fluttered as soon as he hit the ground, Han Bai's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he put down his things and went to support him.

"Sir, take it easy." Han Bai was almost scared to death by the opponent's fall just now.

"Well, oh, good." Guan Yao shook her head, and sat down at the table with the support of the other party.

Han Bai poured a glass of water for the other party, and went over to take a robe for the other party to put on.

"Chu Ming is back?" Guan Yao picked up a spoon and took a sip of the soup.

Han Bai said bluntly, "No."

"He didn't come back, why did you come back?" Guan Yao felt like tasting the soup, but couldn't taste what it was.

"Master asked me to come back and take care of you."

Guan Yao nodded, took another sip of the soup, but still found it tasteless, "Did you forget to put salt in this soup?"

Han Bai didn't think too much, just took the spoon in Guan Yao's hand, scooped it up, put it to his mouth, tasted it, and said, "This taste should be just right, sir, isn't the taste getting stronger?"

"You..." Guan Yao looked at the spoon he had used and couldn't help but hesitate to speak, but felt that it was not surprising, "Maybe."

Guan Yao tried other dishes, but found that they were still tasteless, too bland.

Guan Yao suddenly realized——that he had begun to lose his sense of taste slowly.

"The food is not to your liking?" Han Bai interrupted Guan Yao's loss of consciousness, "I will order the kitchen to redo it."

"No need, I just woke up with a bad appetite." Guan Yao continued to move his chopsticks, eating like chewing wax.

Han Bai just stood aside and watched the other party eat. When the wind blew in, he immediately went to close the window. When the water in the other party's glass was finished, he immediately went to refill the water. From an angle that Guan Yao could not see, there was a pair of eyes Been staring at him.

It's a pity that he can only stare at the angle where the other party can't see. Han Bai looked at Guan Yao's back, feeling distracted for a while.

Guan Yao got up when she was full, sat aimlessly by the window, picked up a chess piece and lost her mind.

After Han Bai asked people to take out the food, he poured another cup of tea and handed it to Guan Yao.

"Master Han, do you have something to say?" Guan Yao only now realized that Han Bai seemed to be a little different from usual.

As for what is different, Guan Yao can't tell, but Chu Ming has been letting Han Bai take care of many things about him, but today he feels that Han Bai seems to be a mother-in-law.

"No." Han Bai put down his teacup, still not intending to leave, and nailed his feet in place.

Guan Yao's coat slipped from his shoulders, and the loose inner garment couldn't cover Guan Yao's fair neck and shoulders. Guan Yao propped his face with one hand, and asked him charmingly and without knowing it: "What's the matter?" If you want to talk, then go down."

If it was in the past, Guan Yao might have asked the other party to stay and chat with him to relieve boredom, and by the way, make a few words or something.

But he will have to figure out how to escape from Du Wangfu in two days, and he has no intention of fighting with Han Bai.

"..." Han Bai actually hoped that the other party would ask him to stay and talk with the other party like before, so that he could stay here for a while logically.

Guan Yao picked up the teacup, but her cuff touched the chess pieces on the chessboard, and one of the chess pieces fell to the ground immediately.

Before Guan Yao could respond, Han Bai immediately asked for instructions, "My subordinate will pick it up for you."

However, the black chess piece did not know where it fell, so Han Bai squatted down and searched under the table, and found that it was under the chair Guan Yao was sitting on.

In fact, this is a matter that he only needs to get Guan Yao to get up, but Han Bai chose not to say anything, squatting in front of Guan Yao and between his legs like a log that can only obey orders, reaching out to pick up the piece of wood. Chess pieces under the chair.

It's impossible to say that Guan Yao didn't respond, even though he didn't have any special thoughts about Han Bai, even if he did, it was just a brainstorm last time.

But after thinking about what he did to Han Bai last time, Guan Ruo regretted it. He shouldn't have involved innocent people.

"You..." Guan Yao looked at the person in front of her lap, "Did you pick it up?"

Han Bai looked up at the opponent from between his legs, "I found it."

This posture is really bad, Han Bai only saw it when Chu Ming was strangling Guan Yao.

Han Bai stood up and put the chess pieces back on the board, "Young master, if you have something to do, pass it on to your subordinates."

"I know."

Han Bai nodded, and then turned his back and went out. He walked very quickly, for fear that the other party would notice his strangeness.

In that posture just now, Han Bai almost didn't hold back. He wanted to imitate what Chu Ming did, to separate the other's legs, and do those unspeakable things. He also wanted to see Guan Yao's face hanging red look.

"Fox spirit..." Han Bai leaned against a tree to calm down his heartbeat and breathing after leaving the door.

He looked up at the sky, the sun was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes, in his chaotic vision, he thought of all kinds of Guan Yao.

When exactly did he start to be fascinated by the fox spirit, when Guan Yao asked him to stay with him for a night?Or earlier, when he saw Guan Yao being made obsessed by Chu Ming?

Han Bai sighed, feeling helpless for this dangerous and charming vixen.