The white beaded curtain hangs at the door of the study, reflecting the hazy lantern brilliance, gilded with a faint layer of orange. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It gently swayed with the wind, making a soft sound.

Qing Xiao appeared silently at the door of the study, holding a square tray in his hand, on which was placed a small steaming wooden basin and a clean white towel:

"Lord Lanfeng, the hot water and towels you asked for are ready. ”

Lan Feng's frozen face still had a little bit of blue and a little purple, and he glared viciously at the chestnut-haired girl who saw Qing Tong enter the door by the bookshelf, quickly covered her mouth and tried to hold it back, but her face was still flushed with a smile, and slowly moved her gaze to glance at the hot water basin in Qing Tong's hand, and nodded.

Placing the tray on the carved wooden table on the other side of the study, the green bow gently bowed, and the black wings stretched, like a twilight shadow quietly dissolving into the study.

The bead curtain is ding.

Long, inky hair fell from his chest, dyed with a hazy sheen, and brushed from his waist.

Lan Yue stood in place, quietly staring at the girl by the bookshelf who was holding back her smile and gradually dyed her cheeks a touch of pink...... He slowly looked away and looked at Lan Feng, who was annoyed beside him, and Li Xiaoruo, who was also smiling in his arms.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his long eyelashes drooped low, and he slowly turned his face away.

"Hurry up and test. The voice was low and cold.

Lan Feng looked at him expressionlessly, threw down a sentence, turned around and walked towards the door of the study, slightly stunned:

"I see...... Brother, go and get busy with you. ”

Qianling stood by the bookshelf, looking at his back, the smile on her face dissipated slightly.

Moon......?

The long inky hair poured like a waterfall, the robes fluttered, and the dark red manzhu sawa reflected the candle flame, glowing with a beautiful sheen.

There was a slight pause in his footsteps.

Lan Yue stood at the door of the study, slowly stopped, and a black robe gently flickered.

With his eyelashes hanging slightly, he slowly turned his face to look at the carved wooden table on the other side of the study...... The hand clenched little by little.

Lan Feng watched him suddenly turn and leave, stop suddenly, and now suddenly walked towards the carved wooden table on the other side of the study...... A little confused frowned.

The heat is curling.

The small wooden basin is elegant and classical, filled with hot water, and the hot air rises from the water, adding a bit of moist and fresh water vapor to the light fragrance that lingers in the study.

Her long, fair-skinned fingers gently picked up the white towel from the tray, dipped it in hot water, and wrung it out.

Maroon hair falls over her shoulders, and her long white dress is embellished with fresh four-leaf clovers that gently stroke from her ankles.

Qianling stood by the bookshelf, watching the black-haired and black-robed young man walking towards her with a wrung out hot towel, standing in place, blinking lightly in a bit of a daze.

The footsteps are gentle, and they stop slowly.

Lan Yue stood in front of her, her long silky inky hair pouring down from her chest and waist, swaying slightly.

"Satsuki ......?"

Qianling looked at him with a raised face, and then looked at the hot towel in his hand, a little dazed and confused.

Suddenly, a fair, slender hand gently lifted her wrist, and the warm towel gently covered the skin on her wrist with a gentle warmth.

Qianling was stunned, looked down and carefully looked at her wrist wrapped in a hot towel, only to find a few scratches and bruises on her wrist, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Could this be...... The scratches left when I was pulled by the man on the street at the bottom of the valley before?

For so long, she didn't even notice it......

The soft and bright warmth slowly spreads from the wrist, as if it warms into the deepest part of the heart.

Evokes memories that are long gone.

Slowly raising her face, she looked at the person in front of her, the familiar delicate eyebrows, soft and slender hair, low and drooping eyelashes, and quiet and tranquil eyes......

In a trance, it seemed to be back to that day, in the sea of clouds, in the small, warm room in Tianshui District, the silver-haired little boy took a warm towel and gently and carefully applied the bruises left by the tiger boy on her wrists......

My heart trembled suddenly, as if blood was pouring out, a familiar pain...... Silent convulsions.

Qianling stared blankly at the person in front of her, and her nose suddenly became a little sour...... The corners of his eyes were moist, and his vision was blurry.

I couldn't see the familiar face clearly.

The short dark purple hair hangs down the ears, and the gray fox fur on the shoulders is warm and soft.

Lan Feng looked at the two people on the bookshelf who seemed to have completely sunk into another world, and watched the black-haired boy holding a hot towel carefully and carefully applying the bruises on the girl's wrists...... There was a slight hint of surprise and surprise in his eyes, but a shallow smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Brother, I'll go outside first. The voice was soft.

With a gentle flick of the black sleeve robe, a circle of transparent ripples gently rippled, and Lan Feng hugged Li Xiaoruo and silently dissolved in the ripples.

Flowers bloom and candlelight flickers.

The study was quiet, and the incense was swaying and winding.

The delicate fragrance with a hint of moisture permeates the nose.

Two people stand opposite each other.

The warm towel applied to the bruises on the wrist, and the warmth spread from the skin of the wrist little by little, blending into the limbs and embracing the heart gently.

Long.

“…… Thank you. ”

The voice sounded low with a slight tremor.

Qianling lowered her head and sniffled slightly.

The breeze was blowing, and the long ink-colored hair was scattered on the boy's chest and waist like a pouring waterfall, and a few strands of hair were gently blown by the wind outside the window, brushing her arms, and there was a familiar cool touch.

Qianling looked at the familiar soft long hair, her eyelashes were stained with a few mist, and she trembled slightly.

With his eyelashes hanging slightly, he didn't speak, just quietly took a hot towel and carefully applied the bruises on her wrists.

Qianling lowered her head and didn't speak again, just looked at the fair-skinned and good-looking hand that was gently holding her wrist in a daze.

His hand slowly retracted, the hot towel faded, and the warm temperature quietly dissipated from his wrist.

Qianling was stunned, slowly raised her head, and stared blankly at the person in front of her.

Lan Yue took the towel in her hand that was gradually cooling and lost its temperature, and turned around and walked towards the hot water basin at the end of the study.

But suddenly someone gently pulled the sleeve robe.

"Well, I'll do it myself. The voice was low, coming from behind him.

Qianling slowly took two steps forward, stretched out her hand, and took the hot towel in his hand.

The long hair danced lightly, and the wisps were blown up by the breeze.

Lan Yue stood in place, her long and slender eyelashes hanging low, and she still didn't speak.

Qianling stood in front of him without moving, her head lowered, but the hand holding the towel slowly tightened.

"Satsuki ......"

She held the towel, seemed to hesitate about something, slowly raised her head, looked at the person in front of her, and said softly with a little caution:

"You...... Angry?"

His low-hanging eyelashes twitched slightly, and he didn't speak.

Qianling looked at him silently, a pair of red eyes on his fair and delicate face were as quiet as a silent clear stream, and the low hanging eyelashes were long and fine, casting a faint fan-shaped shadow on his fair cheeks......

A standard angry face.

The angry face of "Satsuki-style".