You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 304 Don’t Be So Sour

Seeing this person stunned for a moment, Bai Wan patted his shoulder with a serious tone:

"Brother Chai, according to Daqing law, there is no such crime. Marquis Weitian still thinks he is the emperor and arbitrarily kills an entire clan. This is an act of usurpation."

He repeated it solemnly.

"You are innocent, not a fugitive. You are just an ordinary citizen whom he bullied and humiliated."

The four words "ordinary people" are used with great emphasis.

Chai Jin rarely came into contact with the law. He used to believe whatever the powerful people said was the truth, and he also easily believed his father's friends.

He gritted his teeth, his lips trembling slightly as he smiled darkly:

"Master Han, this is the first time I've heard someone say I'm not guilty and not a fugitive."

After all, Guizhai Laihu reminded him all the time that he was a prisoner and that he only had a place because of his protection.

Every day, he was oppressed by these words.

If not for this, he would not be imprisoned here day after day and has not thought about leaving.

Bai Wan smiled and said, "Many times, the situation is one that we choose, not one that is given to us by others."

This was said calmly and casually.

It directly shocked the two people beside him.

Chai Jin raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of surprise. He felt that this legendary painting saint was not that kind of pedantic painting nerd.

Proficient in the law and open-minded.

Not only does he speak simply and directly, but he also has novel insights.

He subconsciously held his breath, turned sideways, and suddenly felt his fingertips touching something.

They were some bamboo sword tubes, which were handed over in a very chic manner, and a few were put back and forth.

"This is a bamboo sword tube and healing powder!" Bai Wan smiled calmly, "When your injury is healed, decide whether to leave Caizhou or stay. The Dingbei Painting Society will also give you a place."

what?

Chai Jin looked at him in a daze.

I don't think anyone would be so thoughtful and give him a chance to survive from birth to death.

"Painter Han..."

The man's eyes were clear and he smiled with gratitude.

cough! cough!

"If you think it over, we won't disturb your rest."

Ling Shumo's voice was not loud, but still gentle and polite, soft as cotton.

However, he has an aura of authority that comes from not being angry, and a sense of finality.

Bai Wan caught a glimpse of the man's eyes and immediately pulled him out with a smile.

The two of them went to the guest room next to the wooden door and the table. The moonlight was shining through the window.

Bai Wan spoke righteously and sternly, swearing with her hand: "Don't be jealous, my love for you is as strong as the sun and the moon..."

After saying that, he went straight up to the person with a forced smile on his face and tried to coax him in a loud voice.

However, what awaited him was not the so-called jealousy, but a gaze as calm as a deep pool.

Ling Shumo's face was stern and his breathing was a little hoarse.

Then, he suddenly hugged the person for no apparent reason, and the slight touch of clothes made the person tremble in fear.

The hands holding the person were tightening more and more, firm and powerful, and the whole body seemed to be merging with them.

It's really too intimate.

Bai Wan was incredibly thick-skinned and smiled brightly:

"Um... Zichen... should we at least blow out the lights?"

Not serious at all!

I really don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Ling Shumo looked at him and spoke softly, his voice hoarse and slow amidst sighs:

"Why, I wasn't with you at that time."

"No one gave you self-defense powder or weapons, no one rescued you. You were left to rely on yourself... and you managed to escape the well prison time and time again..."

"It must be so hard for you to be alone..."

He used his long, strong arms, trying to be as gentle as possible, to hold the person in his arms.

Bai Wan stopped smiling and suddenly fell silent.

The so-called sadness about the passing of time does not suit this person, but no one can really let go of everything completely.

"Zi Chen, I'm so glad you weren't imprisoned with me back then."

The tone is simply narcissistic.

"All this only proves that I am blessed by fate. I am a very powerful person!"

Bai Wan raised her head, a gleam in her eyes and an open-minded expression on her face.

His voice was still as cynical as ever: "And aren't you by my side now? Even by my pillow, fighting with me for the quilt every day!"

"I... I didn't steal..."

"You have it, but you always press other people's hair!"

For a moment...

Ling Shumo was so amused that he burst into laughter and nodded repeatedly to admit his mistake.

Chai Jin's situation is much better than Han Miaoran's back then, but he is obviously in a mess.

The more thorough Bai Wan's preparations and the more detailed her arrangements were, the more it showed how unforgettable this experience was.

This is the curse that disturbs people's minds, making people feel distressed and helpless.

"You, my...Abai!"

Ling Shumo gently held up the face of the person opposite him, unable to restrain himself any longer.

He placed his lips on the person opposite him, tracing them carefully, the temperature was so hot that it seemed to melt the person.

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment.

Great, you’ve made progress!

He fought back against the man, yanking him by the collar and belt in a scoundrelly manner.

The candlelight flickers red, and the curtains and gauze flutter.

In each other's hearts, it seemed as if... those five years of time and space intertwined.

Ling Shumo heard her sobbing and murmuring:

"Zi Chen, if it weren't for that past, I would definitely still treat you as a childhood friend who only talked about calligraphy and painting."

The hot fingertips roamed intimately, and the body temperature was hot and familiar.

"Look, it's all because of meeting you after those five years that I ended up on this path of no return..."

A point of no return?

Ling Shumo smiled gently and gave a kiss as if he was bewitched.

He thought about it and realized that maybe his heart had gone astray before Han Miaoran turned into Bai Wan.

Those five years...

Maybe it's a joke from God.