The dim light at the head of the bed floated in the night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lan Yue stripped off her clothes and slept naked in the futon, her black hair scattered on a pillow was like the darkness of the night, under her sleepy eyelashes, her eyes were misty and misty.

Qianling carefully looked at the drunken flush on his cheeks, and reached out to gently stroke his head.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

He looked at her in a daze, silent, his fingers under the futon and his fingers silently tugging at the sheets.

Although it was not as strong as before, there was still a faint pain swirling, pulling him back from his sleepy sleepiness again and again.

Qianling understood when she saw his expression, got up and ran towards the door:

"I'm going to get stomach medicine. ”

His hand stretched out from under the futon and grabbed her tightly: "Don't go......"

Lan Yue stood up from under the futon, like a child afraid of the dark, holding her hand tightly to prevent her from leaving, her long hair spread along her shoulders like paint, her eyes faintly swept through a trace of pain, and her voice had no strength:

"Don't go. ”

Qianling looked back at the young man's pale and tired cheeks under the crimson, and suddenly felt so distressed that she didn't know what to say.

"Don't go, take the medicine and come back," she looked at the uneasiness in his eyes, and tried to break free while coaxing softly, "Xiaoyue, wait for me obediently......"

"Don't try to lie to me. He stubbornly reached out and hugged her into his arms, hugged her tightly and refused to let go, the bedding on his body slanted down, revealing his bare shoulders under his long black jade-like hair, and his skin was as delicate and white as snow under the dim yellow halo.

Qianling's chest moved slightly, pulled up the falling futon and wrapped it around his body, hesitated for a while and slowly hugged him back through the futon.

"Fool, why am I lying to you?"

The room is quiet and warm, the moonlight outside the window is flowing and the flowers are undulating, and a pot of flowers blooming with a dusk warm light at the head of the bed.

The two hugged each other, the boy sat on the bed wrapped in the quilt, and the girl knelt on the edge of the bed, caressing his back through the futon:

"Why do you drink alcohol alone? ”

He drooped his eyelashes and didn't speak, and the flush on his cheeks faded as the decoction took effect, leaving him a little haggard and pale. Gradually, he lost the strength to hold her, leaned into her arms and closed his eyes sleepily.

Qianling's eyes were slightly red, his arms around him couldn't help but caress his back, and the spreading distress was like vines entangled in his heart:

"Satsuki, listen up. No matter what happens to you in the future, you must not harm yourself in this way. Next time I'll catch you drinking, I'll ...... I don't care about you!"

"You're not scolding me anymore?" he leaned on her shoulder, his tired voice soft.

Qianling was stunned, recalling the words she said to him on the hillside that day, remorse and distress, and her eyelashes were slightly moistened.

Slowly hugging him a little bit through the quilt, her voice choked:

"I ...... I thought ......"

"You never listened to me. The murmuring whispered with weakness.

Qianling hugged him and gently stroked his back, sniffled, pulled the bedding a little higher from time to time, and wrapped him to avoid catching a cold: "I'm sorry, I apologized to you......"

"Just because...... Am I a demon?" whispered in his ear with a bit of sadness.

She was stunned, stopped her movements, and slowly looked up at his sleepy eyes: "Stupid Xiaoyue...... What nonsense?"

"'The country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to move'......"

His eyelashes, which were as thin as butterfly wings, fluttered slightly, and he looked at her, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, and his eyes were hazy with a hint of sadness:

"Before...... You never forget. You still blame me...... Right?"

Qianling looked at his eyes, and felt her heart tighten in a trance, and her lips moved to explain something, but she didn't know where to start.

"No...... Nothing. ”

She looked down and stopped looking at his eyes, and tried to carry him back to the pillow through the futon, but he broke away.

"Xiaoyue ......" Qianling was stunned, and reached out to touch him, "Don't make trouble, isn't it uncomfortable......"

"How am I inferior to him?"

She froze, her hands still hanging in the air, staring at him blankly.

The long hair is dripping, and the dim light at the head of the bed outlines the thin and beautiful outline of the young man. Lan Yue sat on the bed wrapped in a futon, slowly looking up at her, her black hair falling down her pale cheeks, her eyes were hazy, fragile and sad.

Qianling looked at his eyes, and something suddenly shook in his chest: "He...... Who is it?"

"What if...... I'm not a demon, if I hadn't left that day, if I hadn't hurt your brother...... Isn't it like this?"

He muttered a whisper and stared blankly at her, a heavy sadness almost welling up in his eyes.

Qianling's cheeks turned pale, and her heart suddenly throbbed when she looked at him, wanting to explain something, wanting to comfort something, but she found that she had nothing to say.

Oh, yes...... If there are ifs in this world, if everything can start from scratch, maybe......

"Xiaoyue ......" Qianling snorted slightly, looked up at him, and showed a smile, "You talk a lot today, it's good to talk a lot like this, so I know what you're thinking, it's like a stuffy gourd, no wonder others respect you and are afraid of you......"

She hugged him in a futon while coaxing, and stroked her hair flatteringly: "Obediently take the medicine and sleep, tomorrow will not be uncomfortable, and you will not talk nonsense......"

"I'm not talking nonsense......" He frowned at the way she coaxed the child, and struggled in her arms to refuse to give in, and the bedding on his body fell crookedly again, revealing half of his white and tight body, and his skin was as white as snow under his long soft hair.

Qianling's face turned red, she pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around him, hugged someone and pressed it on the pillow: "Stupid Xiaoyue, don't make trouble! I won't care about you if I make trouble again......"

He looked at her, his eyes twitched, as if he was annoyed, and struggled violently:

"Okay, don't worry about it...... You just go back with him, you don't have to worry about me!"

"Wow......"

Qianling was stunned when she looked at this guy whose strength suddenly increased, and she was still puzzled about who the "he" he was talking about in his mouth, and the flower in front of her was pushed straight down the bed by him!

"Satsuki!"

Qianling covered her sore head and jumped up from the ground like a toad, staring straight at the guy wrapped in bedding on the bed.

"What is he not him, who is he?"

She was furious and decided not to be polite any longer, and like a hungry tiger that was pounced, she grabbed her wrist and pressed him to the pillow, staring at those hazy and trance eyes, and said word by word viciously:

"Who am I going back to? If you dare to get drunk and talk nonsense to me again! Even if you want to go back, besides the Demon Clan, who else can I go with but you?!"

Lan Yue was pressed on the pillow by her, frowning slightly in pain, and looking at the hideous face in front of her with unwilling eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and the struggling movement slowly stopped.

"Ma'am, what's going on......"

"Qianling!"

Hearing the sound, the two of them pushed the door in almost at the same time, and their vigilant eyes swept around the room, and then landed on the "hungry tiger" who pounced on the bedside, and the "little black rabbit" who couldn't move by the tiger's claws on the pillow, the two were stunned, and their faces were a little hot at the same time.

"Just in time, bring the stomach medicine. ”

Qianling glanced back at the two of them, turned her head again, looked at the guy who couldn't move on the pillow in front of her, lowered her head and moved closer to him, and tilted her head proudly to reveal a pair of small tiger teeth:

"Sample, can't cure you anymore?"