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The treehouse was quiet, and the small cot was placed by the window, and the hazy white veil brushed the white bedding.

Qianling nested sideways in the futon, looking at the person next to the pillow in a daze.

The black hair was scattered, and Lan Yue slept quietly close to her, her eyelashes drooping, and her skin was like snow.

A finger reached over and touched his cheek lightly.

He slept there, his low-hanging eyelashes fluttering for no moment, and his shallow breath was like a lost traveler.

The fingers paused, sneaking and touching.

Qianling opened a pair of sleepless eyes, and gently poked his face with her fingers with great interest.

It's still the same touch as when I was a child, white and tender.

Seeing that the person next to the pillow seemed to be sleeping soundly, and no matter how much she poked it, she dared to get closer and gently squeezed it again.

It's soft, and it's about to pinch out the water......

Where is there a boy with such good skin, Xiaoyue......

What kind of skin care products did you definitely use secretly!

She stared at his face, determined and emotional.

It seems that there are still benefits to being the king of the demon clan, if Xiaoyue doesn't come back at that time and continues to be raised by her, he probably won't be able to eat so well, dress so well, and grow so well......

The shadow of the snow fell from the window in the darkness, and Qianling looked at him, her clear amber eyes lost and rejoiced.

Suddenly, a shadow fell in front of him, obscuring the light of the snow outside the window.

The futon overturned, and a pair of hands came over and pulled the body into one embrace.

"Huh......?"

Qianling blinked, but before she could react, the familiar black hair between her beards was close to her cheeks, warm and surrounding, and the young man's fair neck was close to snorting.

"Little Little Moon—"

Her cheeks burned, and she jumped up from the bed like an octopus, but her body was locked by those hands and couldn't move. After struggling twice for fear of touching his injury, she had to give up, so she had to honestly freeze in his arms and didn't dare to move, her hands and feet were somehow released, and her face slowly burned to the root of her ears.

Oh my God......!

Satsuki is now an adult!

I really shouldn't have been so reckless to go into bed and sleep with him just now!

If you are seen by Lan Feng......

Qianling blinked, and her mind slowly came up with her own five-flower tie-up, hanging, susting, cooking, frying, and a thousand ways to die.

"Ling ......" whispered in a low voice, close to his ear.

She seemed to come back to her senses, and looked up, but her forehead was gently pressed against his cheek, and her expression was not visible.

Awake? Not awake?

Qianling blinked in his arms, a pair of eyes rolling around, a little cramped and uneasy.

…… If you wake up, you won't be woken up by her, right? And I couldn't help pinching it just now......

But there is no way, Xiao Yue's white and pure sleeping face is as delicate and beautiful as a doll, no matter who sees it, they can't help but want to touch it.

Qianling glanced at her uncontrollable hand and stuck out her tongue.

The winter nights are long, and the frost and snow are flying.

But the cold is isolated, leaving no chance to take advantage of it.

Qianling covered the quilt and was encircled in his warm arms, like a cat with her hands on her chest, gradually warming up to the point that she was about to fall asleep, squinting and yawning lazily, tears welling up in her eyes.

The long black hair was scattered casually in front of his eyes, and the skin on his forehead was gently touched, and the warm body temperature was transmitted.

A pair of hands wrapped around her body, slowly hugged a little, and gently rubbed her forehead with her lightly pressed cheeks, like hugging a bear.

"Ling......" whispered in a low voice, evoked from the thin lip flap.

Qianling blinked in a daze, and looked up at his sleeping face.

The black hair was scattered casually on the cheeks, Lan Yue slept quietly, her breathing was shallow, and her low-hanging eyelashes were thin and long, like a thin fan cut, sprinkling shadows.

"I miss you......"

The hoarse voice, like the sad whispers of a stubborn child.

Qianling was stunned, the hazy sleepiness dissipated, and she stared blankly at his very close face, the pale and sickly cheeks, the struggle and sadness between the frowning brows......

Like chains wrapped around my heart.

Suddenly it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

Frost and snow are flying.

Narrow cot, same bedding, same pillow.

A hand gently stroked his face, smoothing out a slight frown.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slept there slowly calming down, like a sad nightmare, and his shallow breath was like a sleeping baby, and his arms were gently hugging the man in his arms.

The curtains are hazy, and the light and shadow are flying.

Qianling looked at his sleeping face close at hand, his quiet gaze caressed every inch of the familiar outline little by little, and his heart suddenly became very quiet and soft, and the quiet time precipitated little by little.

The familiar eyebrows and eyes are a little less childish and a little more handsome, but they are still the beautiful and good-looking appearance in memory.

"Satsuki, you're not a kid anymore...... Do you know?" the voice was soft, like a sigh.

Fingers gently scraped the tip of his nose.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he slept quietly, his hands clinging to her, his long black hair scattered between the snow-white futons.

"Forget it...... Make an exception once, just once. ”

Qianling looked at him as quiet and calm as a baby's unsuspecting sleeping face, her heart softened, she sighed, gently raised her face and closed her eyes......

Kiss him on the forehead.

Snow is flying.

"Good night, Satsuki...... Have a good dream. ”

The soft whispers were attached to the ears, cherished and spoiled, and melted into the dreamland.

Early morning.

The snow fell overnight, and the treehouse was covered in white snow, and as the morning sun first appeared, the snow melted and dripped down the window.

The little silver bells swirled in the morning breeze, stained with a few bits of snow.

There was silence in front of the window, the thin morning light slanted on the snow-white futon, and the white curtain fluttered up, dimly outlining the silhouette of the two embracing the futon.

The chestnut hair spread out between the pillows, and Qianling turned over comfortably, holding the futon next to her with both hands and smacking her lips.

It's so warm......

She was so warm that she was about to bubble, and she comfortably rubbed the "futon" with its own temperature in her arms.

It's been a long time since I've slept so comfortably.

The pillow was crooked to the side, and the long black hair was slightly messy under the girl's arms. Unable to rebound from being braked by a pair of tightly clamped clamps, Lan Yue woke up in a daze, looked at her sleeping face close at hand, and then looked at the head of the bed, slightly stunned.

"Ling ......"

A soft call was close to her ear, and a slightly cool finger gently touched her face.

Qianling slept extremely comfortably, and rubbed gently with her hands around him.

"Ling, wake up......" The voice paused, and came from his arms again, embarrassed and uneasy.

The fingers hesitated, and then poked her face lightly.

"Sleepy ......"

Qianling smacked her lips, hugged the person in her arms a little tighter in a daze, her cheek gently pressed against his black hair, and one leg between the crooked futon was raised leisurely and casually, and pressed comfortably on him: "Don't make noise......"

The morning light is misty, outlining the standing figures.

Lan Feng stood at the head of the bed, his robe was pouring out, the gray fox fur was dyed with a faint morning light, and his dark purple hair was blowing with the morning breeze.

He stared at the girl on the bed who had taken over most of the bed like a vicious octopus, and unceremoniously pinned the wounded boy in his arms like a teddy bear......

The blue tendons on his forehead twitched, and his blood-colored red pupils lit up silently. (To be continued.) )