Jiang Yechen agreed surprisingly quickly, took Nan Xiang's hand and walked downstairs.

"Where's your room?" he asked.

Nanxiang's eyes widened, a little surprised, "Aren't you going back?"

Jiang Yechen turned around and saw through Nan Xiang from the inside out with a pair of eyes, "What, I don't seem to be willing to leave you behind?"

"Of course, no. Nanxiang paused and hurriedly answered.

Jiang Yechen glanced at her, and the king's tone, "Lead the way." ”

Nanxiang's room is on the second floor.

Before the age of twelve, she and Nanyue lived in the opposite room.

Later, as the mark on her forehead grew older, she was placed in a small room on the second floor.

Because the location of the small room is hidden, it is not easy to be bumped into when guests come to the house.

Tonight, Jiang Yechen arrived, and the servants had done their best to clean up.

But because the room has not been ventilated for too long, you can still smell a little dust when you walk in.

"This is your previous room?" Jiang Yechen walked into the room with Nan Xiang, and the maid asked Nan Xiang if he prepared other rooms, but Nan Xiang still insisted on staying in his own room.

If nothing else, the small room, although not delicate enough, treasures a lot of her childhood memories.

"Hmm. Nan Xiang walked into the room and looked at the room less than thirty square meters, which was reflected with Jiang Yechen's height of more than one meter and eight meters, and he was a little aggrieved.

She opened her mouth a little embarrassed, "If you think the place is too small, I'll let them free up another room for you." ”

Jiang Yechen let go of the doorknob and slammed the door shut, his dark eyes scanning the small room, "The first time I returned to the door, I was in a hurry to push me out." ”

He glanced at the room roughly, his eyes were directed towards Nan Xiang, with a bewitching voice, faintly into Nan Xiang's ears, "Could it be that in your little house, what secrets are hidden that you can't let me know?"

Nan Xiang was a little hairy by the man's eyes, and when he heard his words, he suddenly felt funny.

"If you're interested, check it slowly, I'm going to take a shower. ”

She rolled her eyes at the ceiling, spoke, and turned to walk into the bathroom next to her.

Jiang Yechen's face suddenly became dissatisfied, and he drank Nan Xiang, "Why didn't you ask me, why did you find here? If I hadn't arrived, you would have been with the rats in the basement tonight!"

Nan Xiang was indeed curious about this issue, but she didn't doubt Jiang Yechen's ability at all, so she replied casually, "There are generally no rats in the basement, at most spiders." ”

That's what she said from experience.

Jiang Yechen raised his eyebrows, his voice was a little deep, "Nanxiang!"

Nan Xiang knew that he was on the verge of getting angry, so he hurriedly returned to the right and preached, "Then, thank you." ”

There wasn't much of a show of goodwill, but what came out of her mouth had a special taste.

One sentence eliminated Jiang Yechen's anger.

"I'm going to take a shower, you feel free. ”

Nan Xiang's cheeks were inexplicably hot, and in the room where he lived when he was a child, he was watched by a big man in Jiang Yechen. There is a feeling that I can't say it.

Jiang Yechen was so tired of her and the Nan family that he would get up and leave in disgust even when he heard the words of the Nan family.

One day, because she took care of the Nan family, Nanxiang didn't dare to think like this in her dreams.

She repeated, and quickly slipped into the bathroom.

Jiang Yechen stared at her graceful back, and snorted endlessly, "Don't think it's just that!"

There was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Jiang Yechen stood for a while at the door that Nan Xiang entered, his throat was a little dry, and he walked to the table and drank a large glass of water.

What Nan Xiang said was just a joke, but the man actually walked around the small room of thirty square meters.

Half an hour later, Nan Xiang took a bath and walked out, and what he saw was Jiang Yechen's figure of more than one meter and eight meters, with a cat bent on the balcony that was not spacious.

It's the back that you are facing, so you can't see what he's doing.

Nan Xiang walked to the door of the balcony and said to Jiang Yechen, "The bath water is put in the bathtub, you can go in and wash." ”

Jiang Yechen turned his head, put his hand behind his back strangely, and suddenly pulled down his face, "You person, why don't you make a sound when you walk? Have you ever learned to be polite? Do you want to scare me to death and quickly find a new husband who is willing?"

Nanxiang was stupid to listen to Jiang Yechen's "chattering" criticism.

She just wanted to take a shower......

is still a new husband, and she hasn't even understood his current husband yet.

Nan Xiang was stunned, Jiang Yechen's temper changed as soon as she said it, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Okay, I'll watch and wash it myself, you go and rest. The air inside is so stuffy, I'll breathe more here before going in. ”

Jiang Yechen took the following autonomously.

"Oh. Before entering, she looked up at the cloudless sky, today is clearly humid weather, isn't it more stuffy outside?

"Don't you want to leave, if you like to stay with me, you can say it cheerfully. Jiang Yechen saw that Nan Xiang was still standing, and suddenly urged with a cold face, which made Nan Xiang even more confused.

Jiang Yechen tonight, it seems weird? Is it an illusion?

"You're thinking too much. Unable to think of a reason, Nan Xiang simply replied, immediately closed the balcony door, and refuted the man's words with a proper action.

She was already very tired today, and she was worried that she would not be able to sleep well when she took a shower.

Jiang Yechen was willing to let her go, and she was so happy.

Jiang Yechen didn't care about Nan Xiang for the first time, after Nan Xiang entered, he continued to bend his waist and secretly guard a candy jar next to the vase.

This candy jar is very old, and it counts as an antique now.

The jar was densely packed with neatly folded small strips of paper.

The man's deep eyes were rare, and childlike curiosity appeared.

He opened a small note folded into a pink paper crane and put it back when he read it.

Every time I look at one, my expression will be a little different.

The fleshy font, Jiang Yechen, who once saw it, frowned.

He repeatedly read many love letters and confirmed that the recipient on them was Nan Yue and not Nan Xiang, and his tense face eased.

Nan Xiang would never have thought that Jiang Yechen would secretly read her collection of love letters on the balcony.

Of course, Nanxiang has no habit of receiving love letters, and no one writes to her.

These were all written by suitors of Nanyue in the past, many years ago.

Nan Yue was afraid of being checked by Nan Yuyan and her mother, so she asked Nan Xiang to hide it.

Nanxiang didn't have Jiang Yechen's leisure, returned to the small bedroom, and fell asleep on the bed.

The bed is not big, it is still the one she slept in before, she only occupies a small part, and leaves the big position to Jiang Yechen.

This sleep is not very comfortable, no matter how familiar the environment is, it will feel strange if you haven't checked in for a long time.

Remembering that Jiang Yechen hadn't fallen asleep yet, in the middle of the night, Nan Xiang woke up in a daze and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, so he fell asleep with peace of mind.

But he didn't sleep for long, and suddenly lifted the coldness of the quilt, and the cold Nanxiang woke up again.

"Nanxiang. In the dim light, Jiang Yechen stood beside the bed in a white bathrobe, his cold and faint gaze was more terrifying than a wolf.