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Qianling stood in front of the sink and slowly lowered the plate.

The morning sun shone obliquely, the snow trickled down the eaves of the tree house, the wind came from the forest, curling the girl's light chestnut hair, and the clean white dishes and knives in the kitchen were gilded with the gold of the sun.

She stood there with an apron tied around her waist.

Slowly came to mind the windows sprinkled with golden morning light, the swirling silver bells, the swaying hyacinths, and the flying white veil......

Against the hazy golden sunlight, the handsome young man leaned on the bed, his long black hair hanging down his shoulders and chest, the snow-white futon covered his waist, and his clear rose-red eyes stared at her......

And she sat on the edge of the bed with an apron on, smiling and feeding him milk.

"Ahhh......hh

Qianling screamed, almost jumped to her feet, and grabbed her hot and smoking face desperately.

Satsuki Satsuki Satsuki ...... It's Satsuki! It's not other boys, it's Satsuki!

She slapped her face desperately to get rid of some of the heat.

Qianling, Qianling, you idiot!

She scolded herself a hundred times in her heart, and her hands almost ripped off her face.

Satsuki is now an adult, an adult! It's a powerful adult who can fall in love with girls freely, make his own ideas, and even command an entire demon clan......!

You can't hug him, kiss him, sleep in a bed, or feed him milk so affectionately as you did when you were a kid!

That looks......

Qianling covered her flushed face, slowly revealed a pair of eyes from between her fingers, and blinked.

…… It's like a couple living together.

"Woohoo ......"

Her face flushed, she covered her face with a strange scream and jumped on the spot a few times, and a wisp of white smoke floated from her hot and red face.

It's all to blame on Satsuki!

They are already adults, and they don't know how to take care of themselves, and they even have to be coaxed over and over again by drinking milk......

Qianling covered her face, slowly lowered her head, and her eyes softened a little.

But

The way he looked at her, those clear eyes......

It's clearly still the eyes of "Xiaoyue".

Her little moon's eyes.

The little child she cherished and pampered in her arms, and the important family members who depended on each other......

makes people soften their hearts unconsciously, and unconsciously want to take good care of him, and unconsciously forget that he is not a child......

Qianling sniffed, slowly tiptoed to the edge of the kitchen, revealing half of her eyes and secretly looking towards the window.

The morning is bright.

The silver bell swirled and made a soft "ding" sound with the swaying of the hyacinth.

The boy leaned against the window at the head of the bed, his long hair scattered on the snow-white couch, and a bowl of steaming milk in his hand.

The curtain fluttered, cutting the sunlight into countless hazy fragments and sprinkling onto the bedding, like a light gauze coat draped over the thin and slender shoulders of a young man.

He sat there, his eyelashes drooping, his whole body bathed in the warm winter sun, and the contours of his thin figure were soft and hazy......

Like angels.

Black angel.

Qianling was like a sneaky gecko by the cupboard, looking at him stupidly, like looking at some artwork, and her vision gradually blurred.

The little guy at the beginning......

It's really a beauty.

She sighed and retracted her head.

It's so dazzling that people don't dare to look at it directly......

Feeling a line of sight, Lan Yue slowly looked up.

Empty cupboards, no people, no sound.

He looked in the direction of the kitchen, slowly retracting his gaze to the milk in his hand.

Black hair scattered on his white cheeks, he slowly lowered his eyelashes, and his clear and innocent eyes were lost and gloomy.

I......

Did you do something wrong that upset you?

For the next few days, the atmosphere in the treehouse was still calm and harmonious, but it always felt like something was missing.

Qianling's apron is often tied all day, fetching water, cooking, washing dishes, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and tidying up......

It's just a busy range, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the window position, and most of the time nested in the kitchen.

Sometimes, when he was asleep, she would run over to tuck the quilt and sit on the edge of the bed and watch him froze for a while. But when he woke up, he often retracted into the kitchen like a turtle.

"Ling. ”

After dinner, Qianling was cleaning up the dinner plates, and suddenly a soft call came from the bedding on the bed.

"Satsuki?" she was stunned for a moment, slowly put down the bowl in her hand, and looked back at him with some surprise.

In the past few days, she has been busy cleaning up the tree house, cleaning the whole house clean, and the tables, chairs, and cabinets are also spotless, bringing the things she and Xiaoyue need in their daily life from the bottom of the valley one by one, and also laying on the ground next to his bed, covering it with a thick bedding, so as not to squeeze the two of them into a bed at night, and she kicks and kicks in her sleep, and if she doesn't pay attention to it, it will hurt his wound.

And since he was injured, he has been sleeping and resting most of the time, so although the two are in the same room, there is no exchange of words.

Sometimes he woke up from his sleep and watched her quietly go about in the treehouse, without talking or bothering.

It's really unusual to take the initiative to call her like this.

"What's wrong?" Qianling turned her head, reached out and folded the bowls one by one, and put them on the plate.

It's easy to get to the kitchen all together.

"Come here. ”

"Are you thirsty? Wait a minute, I'll bring you water when I've cleaned up the table......" She put on her apron and continued to clean up the table.

"Come here. The muffled voice was persistent, and it was repeated.

Qianling had no choice but to put down the dishes, wiped her hands on the apron, and turned around and walked to the bed.

"What's wrong?"

She crouched down on the head of the bed like a puppy and tucked his quilt, her clear amber eyes staring at him in a soft voice.

His black hair was scattered, and he slept in the futon, staring quietly at her face, his blood-colored eyes precipitated with roses, but he did not speak for a long time.

Qianling squatted there, watching him call her over without speaking, and blinked...... Suddenly he leaned over anxiously, reached out to his forehead, and his face became nervous:

"Is there something wrong with you? Fever? No, ......?"

He looked at her nervous appearance, slowly pulled down her hand that was probing his forehead, and held it in his palm:

"I ate the eggs. ”

Qianling was stunned for a moment, listened to his brainless words, and blinked:

"Ah......?"

He looked at her, slowly lowered his eyelashes, paused and said:

"Milk too. ”

The hand was held by him, Qianling squatted back at the head of the bed and looked at him, and the other hand pulled the quilt over a little and covered his outstretched hand tightly:

"I know. ”

Lan Yue lay on the pillow, her clear eyes looked at her face without blinking, and her thin lips pursed lightly:

"Then why are you angry?"

I hate eggs, I hate milk, but I try to listen to you, and it's not bad.

Why are you upset? Why don't you speak? Why ......

Avoiding me again?

Qianling looked at his stubborn eyes, was stunned, and laughed out loud for a while:

"I'm not angry......"

"You have. The muffled voice is full of persistence.

Qianling was helpless and funny, looking at the cute expression of the person in front of her, she couldn't help but reach out and rub his black hair, like to soothe a kitten:

"Am I that stingy?"

He lay on the pillow, and she rubbed his head, and his clear eyes looked at the smile on her face:

"Yes. The serious tone revealed a hint of resentment.

Because of her identity and not saying goodbye, she was angry with him for so long and so long.

Right now......

And why?(To be continued.) )