Vague consciousness, a warmth gradually came from the head, as if coming from someone's palm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qianling looked at the person in front of her, and her amber eyes blinked a little misty.

The vision was still blurry.

I only faintly saw a swaying patch of color. White...... Whose face seems to be long, black...... Is it hair?

The voice in her ears was soft, like the hands that gently rubbed her hair like a soothing—

Such a warm temperature,

It's familiar, it's reassuring.

Who are you......?

Chestnut hair fell down her cheeks, Qianling frowned slightly, trying to blink to see clearly, but her vision was still hazy.

The sharp little tiger teeth eased slightly, but they still stubbornly clenched. Qianling frowned slightly, and there was a bit of instinctive resistance and vigilance in her misty eyes.

Like an annoyed cat.

Once in the Rose Garden, for a young, thin and wingless little girl, teasing and bullying from anyone could come at any time and place.

When you fall asleep, someone lifts the futon and throws it to the ground, and in the cold winter night, you are drenched from head to foot by a basin of cold water, or you fall asleep and suddenly lose the quilt, shivering until you wake up from freezing.

Nor can I live in my sleep.

Fortunately, she has that sharp little tiger teeth, which are her most important and only means of counterattack. Anyone who gets a bite from her will never forget it.

But......

However, the temperature faintly coming from my head is so warm, so familiar, so reassuring......

Long.

The black hair fell softly down to her chest and waist, Lan Yue watched her slowly loosen her mouth, and quietly motioned for the man in black to pull his arm back.

Looking at the bloody tooth marks on his arm, the man gasped and grinned in pain, the corners of his mouth twitched and tried to squeeze out a smile, thanking him.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, and Lan Yue quietly stared at the red cheeks of the girl in front of her, those misty amber eyes-

Reach out and carefully carry her over.

There was a sudden silence all around.

A group of black-clothed demon guards looked at this side and were stunned, their red eyes widened in surprise, and they couldn't help but look at this side and talk in a low voice.

"Lord Lanyue, don't bother you to do it yourself......"

Several men in black around wanted to step forward to help, but they were suddenly stopped and looked back with some confusion.

The short dark purple hair hangs down between the ears, and the black camellia stud earring in the left ear is slightly shining. Lan Feng stood quietly not far away, silently watching the black-robed young man stand up with the chestnut-haired girl in his arms, with a hint of unfathomability in his dark red eyes.

The red cheeks were slightly hot, and a few strands of chestnut hair were curled around the cheeks. Feeling her body suddenly take off, Qianling blinked in a daze and frowned again.

The wind blows through the woods and makes a subtle "rustling" sound, and the green leaves roll and dance with the wind.

The lanterns hanging in the sky swayed in the wind.

The long and silky black hair hung down quietly on the chest, and the wisps were lifted by the breeze and quietly brushed.

A few strands of hair gently brushed against the somewhat hot cheeks, soft and cool.

Qianling's eyes were half-open and half-narrowed, and she leaned over very comfortably and gently rubbed against the cool and silky hair.

The long and thin eyelashes hang down gently, and the black hair on the forehead is soft and lightly. He looked down at her sleeping face, a rosy flush on his cheeks that gently rubbed his hair, and a few strands of chestnut hair that were untruthfully curled around his cheeks......

So familiar.

The heart seemed to be touched by something, quietly rippling a circle of shallow ripples.

He slowly stretched out his hand to comb the strands of hair on her cheeks, but when his white fingertips were about to touch her cheeks, they froze slightly, and they froze in mid-air.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly,

He stared at her, but a trace of sadness gradually flowed from his eyes, and he withdrew his hand quietly.

She had already regarded him as a torrent beast, and if it weren't for the newborn fox child, she wouldn't have come to this demon clan territory willingly.

And even if she has come here, she still hides from him, and she can avoid him, and when she encounters problems and difficulties that cannot be solved, she would rather go to Lan Feng than come to him...... for fear of having the slightest involvement with him again.

There was a faint throbbing pain in my heart, little by little, so familiar......

But gradually numb.

Pursing his lips slightly, he lowered his head, and the black hair on his forehead was quietly raised by the breeze, revealing his fair face.

His eyelashes drooped, hiding the gloom and sadness in his eyes.

There's no going back.

It was once so close and inseparable. Now between him and her, there is a deep valley and ravine, and it is difficult to cross.

It's just that his heart is still trembling with pain, and the memories gnaw at him day and night, deep into the bone marrow, as if to eat him away.

I used to think that meeting her was just an accident, an accident, a mistake. Without Ellens, things would be back to normal, and he would be himself again, and he would no longer have to be the docile child of the little sheep beside her.

He has his own responsibilities, he has things that must be done, and he has no time or time to think about anything else.

But he never thought that although his body had left, he had left his heart there-

From now on, you will never be able to be your complete self again.

The breeze lingers, the green leaves roll, and the delicate and gorgeous lanterns of various colors hang in the air, colorful and scorching.

The young man stood quietly in the glade where light and shadow flickered, a dark black robe blowing in the wind, and his robe fluttering.

The black-clothed demon guards around them carried the drunken people one after another, and one by one the membranous wings stretched and disappeared over the trees.

He still stood there motionless, as if in a daze, as if he were lost in thought-

Until there was a faint movement in his arms,

A pair of hands suddenly reached over and hugged his neck, which was gently pressed against his cheeks, faintly hot.

Warmth lingers, light chestnut hair brushes in front of the eyes,

The nose is filled with a familiar hint of mint.

Something in his chest suddenly trembled violently, and he froze, stiff and did not dare to move.

The red cheeks were a little hot, and Qianling hugged him tightly, and her face was very comfortable and gently pressed against his slightly cool cheeks.

"Ling......" The voice was low, revealing a hint of uncertainty.

Familiar warmth, familiar breath, familiar intimacy.

She hugged him tightly, like a cherished bear doll.

Faintly seemed to hear someone calling her name in her ear, Qianling blinked a little foggyly, her hand loosened slightly, but she still held him.

The black hair was lightly brushed, and the red eyes were crystal magnificent, lining the fair and beautiful face.

He stared at her close face, deep in the dark red pupils, and suddenly trembled slightly imperceptibly, and his voice was soft, faintly hoarse:

“...... Do you know who I am?"

The chestnut hair is slightly upturned, and the cheeks are red like spring peach blossoms.

Qianling looked at him, tilted her head slightly, and didn't blink. A pair of amber eyes are hazy and misty, with a hint of wine.

Half a day.

"I know ......"

She blinked softly, laughed stupidly, hugged him tightly with both hands, leaned over and rubbed her face gently, her voice soft as if melting:

"Satsuki...... You're Satsuki. ”