"Not really, I swear," Qianling looked at him from the head of the bed, stroking his black hair with a smile, "Go to sleep, Satsuki, don't think about it." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Cute and sensitive guy.

A voice muttered in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel soft, like a pile of sweet marshmallows, soft and quickly melting.

The hand that held her did not let go.

Lan Yue lay on the pillow and looked at her, the soft and white bedding covered her neck all the way, revealing her fair and beautiful face, a few strands of black hair scattered at random, and her clear rose-red eyes revealed a trace of persistence:

"That'...... Say something. ”

"Huh?" Qianling lay on the head of the bed, blinking, and confused again.

He paused, raised his eyelashes, and added:

"Prove that you're not angry, talk to me. ”

Qianling was stunned, only then did she understand, helpless and funny, and squatted there for a while not knowing what to say.

"Xiaoyue, I've been busy cleaning these days, and your injuries need to be recuperated......"

She leaned on the head of the bed and laughed, gently held his hand, and explained with a serious expression:

"I don't want to disturb you, I didn't mean not to talk to you, and when you are bored and want to talk, you can also take the initiative to talk to me......"

He stared quietly into her eyes, not as if he was lying, and slowly lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips.

It's not just that I didn't talk to him.

These days...... She's all weird.

Due to the injury in his chest, he couldn't move on his own, so every time he got up from eating, she helped him or picked him up and leaned against the head of the bed.

In the first few days of her stay in the treehouse, she sat on the edge of the bed and fed him water and food as before, hugged him with a big grin, and sometimes felt that he had become heavier.

In the past two days, he suddenly became evasive, and when he helped him up, he was careful through the quilt, and there was no skin-to-skin contact easily, and even the feeding was withdrawn, and he leaned on the bedside to eat three meals a day......

"If you're in trouble...... You can go back to the bottom. ”

A low voice, somewhat muffled.

Qianling was stunned, watching him lower his eyelashes and slowly turn his face away from her, pursing his lips lightly, and silently......

The standard "Satsuki-style angry face".

"Poofhaha......" Qianling couldn't hold back her laughter again, and couldn't help but reach over and pinch his face, "Why are you so cute!"

Seeing the person at the head of the bed, he smiled more and more happily, and the hand that pinched his face casually did not mean to let go at all...... He turned his face back to glare at her, and lay helplessly between the pillows, unable to move, only to let the hand ravage his face, and the two of them stared at each other.

He was obviously angry, but she was smiling happily......

And...... Hate the word "cute".

But she always likes to talk about him like this, and she has always been like this, with the eyes of a child, and a light tone......

The tightness in my chest became more and more unpleasant.

Qianling watched him silently and turned his face away, like a cat sulking and on hunger strike......

Lying on the head of the bed with great interest, he blinked, and gently pinched his face: "Xiaoyue, don't you want me to talk to you, how can you talk when you turn around?"

A pair of hands reached over to hold his face and forcibly pulled it over.

Seeing that the guy on the bed was struggling and couldn't move, he could only stare at her with his eyes, Qianling winked at him, holding back his laughter and almost hurting himself.

It's still as cute as ever......

The weak appearance of the sick number is much more vivid than the black-haired, black-robed expressionless and cold-faced Lord Luna in the past.

"Xiaoyue, I really want to draw a portrait of you......" She lay on the head of the bed, blinking, "Go back and show Ah Jinglongya and them, Lord Luna's cute appearance...... Oh yes, and Lan Feng, he's going to be shocked!"

It's a pity that only she sees such a cute look.

He glared at her, and held back a sentence for a while: "You dare!"

"See if I dare. Qianling stretched out his hand to tuck his quilt, and his soft tone revealed a bit of threat, "Sleep honestly, and I'll draw you if you lose your temper, and if I don't draw well, I will definitely paint an ugly ghost." ”

“……”

"Good night, stupid Satsuki. Warm hands rubbed his head.

He watched her quilt tighten around his neck, still with a cold face and no words.

Qianling gently put his hand back into the futon, covered it tightly, stood up from the front of the bed, and took the pot of glittering flower branches on the bedside table.

This kind of wonderful flower branches that can shine and soothe the nerves, but Lan Feng's baby, the pots and pots in the study are all pruned by him, if it weren't for the lamp and incense for Xiaoyue, he would be reluctant to give her a pot.

Qianling stuck out her tongue.

Turning around and walking towards the outside of the treehouse, a bright yellow color flashed in his vision.

She paused, looked back at the small piece of yellow peeking out under the futon, frowned suspiciously, and after thinking about it, she reached out curiously to take it.

A scarf.

Warm yellow, but it was so tattered that it looked like it had been weathered.

She looked at the familiar warm yellow scarf in her hand, stunned, and stood there holding the flower branch, without sound or movement for a long time.

It's like falling into a mottled memory.

Seeing her standing motionless in front of the bed and falling into a stupor, Lan Yue slept on the pillow and looked at her suspiciously, her eyes touching the scarf in her hand......

The pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of panic flashed in the clear eyes!

A hand stretched out from under the futon with lightning speed, grabbed the scarf in her hand and dragged it back!

Qianling was stunned for a moment, and reflexively grabbed the other end of the scarf:

"What are you doing......

......!

The scarf, which was already ragged and tattered, was clung to by both hands, and then torn apart, and let out a pitiful wail.

“……”

One of the two stood in front of the bed, and the other lay on the bed, but they both clutched their scarves, and neither of them would let go first, like a silent tug-of-war.

Qianling stared at the flustered and determined guy in the futon without blinking, as if she was surprised that the weak patient still had the strength to grab something from her, and slowly looked at the deformed scarf in her hand, frowning:

"This ...... Isn't it the one I threw away...... Why is it here?"

Then he looked up at him in confusion:

"Where did ...... come from?"

She had obviously thrown herself off the cliff, but the wind was so strong that it blew far away and disappeared over the forest.

How did you suddenly appear in a treehouse?

The black hair was scattered among the white pillows, Lan Yue was lying there, her blood-colored eyes were a little flustered, and she slowly lowered her eyelashes to avoid her sight.

Qianling looked at him silently, and slowly looked at the scarf in his hand.

…… It's not a good memory.

She slowly pursed her lips and turned to leave, but found that the scarf had been grabbed by him and refused to let go.

"Satsuki......" She looked at the person on the bed and paused, "Let go." ”

“……”

He lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at her, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Qianling pulled the scarf again, but he still clung to it tightly.

"Let go......" She glared at the boy on the bed, a little angry, and reached out to break his fingers.

"Mine. Suddenly, a low voice came, like a faint mosquito.

She paused for a moment and looked up.

The long hair was scattered on the pillow, the young man was lying among the white futons, his white cheeks were sickly, his clear rose-red eyes looked at the scarf in her hand, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and his low voice seemed to reveal grievances:

“…… It's mine. (To be continued.) )