I just cut and took care of a pot of peonies, the flowers with a large bowl are delicate in color, from rose red to light white and fresh, bewitching and beautiful, Yu Qingchen leaned over to wash the sludge on his hands, and his fingers were so white and beautiful that Zhong Huaiqing next to him couldn't help but swallow quietly.

It was also a month later that he became bolder, Zhong Huaiqing definitely didn't have this color heart before, but when he came back a month later, he suddenly had a little indescribable confidence, and he dared to appreciate every move of His Holiness with a big grin.

Yu Qingchen's facial features are so sensitive, and Zhong Huaiqing himself is extremely close to her, the movements in his hands suddenly paused, and he glanced at Zhong Huaiqing, who was self-conscious, with complex and subtle eyes, before getting up and steaming the water in his hands.

Some things may be talked about openly and honestly, but rather than spreading everything out, Yu Qingchen is more willing to talk about other things step by step, she does not have the ability to let Zhong Huaiqing live forever, and she is also emotional for the first time in countless years.

Even if she knows that this emotion is not unrelated to the love silk will grow into a relationship, she also hopes that everything will be perfect, and having feelings in her eternal life is destined to hurt in the future, and she doesn't want to regret it when the time comes, or even when this pain is savored.

Now she doesn't want to take the initiative to withdraw, but if Zhong Huaiqing is just involved in beauty for a while, although it is unlikely, or she is amorous or emotionally weak, it is better to find out earlier.

She has never forced her to survive for the rest of her life, she just hopes that the love of the person she spends a lifetime with will not fade, one person for a lifetime, at least for now.

As for whether she will still have someone she admires in the future, even if there is, it will be tens of millions of years after Zhong Huaiqing's death, in fact, she doesn't think that if she really tastes the ups and downs of feelings, she will be willing to accept others again.

Thinking about these things is actually a little far, I don't know when I have already walked to the recliner and sat down, and I saw Zhong Huaiqing who was following me step by step, and I didn't know whether it was love or indifference in my eyes.

Speaking of which, thinking of this, it's just because the love is not deep enough, her Yu Qingchen's favorite thing is purity, and she also likes the company of still water, thinking that the relationship has always been deeper and deeper the longer it gets.

She doesn't mind Zhong Huaiqing's little calculations, since she is emotional, she will let it be, and it has only been more than a year since she got along, even with the help of the love silk, her feelings for Zhong Huaiqing have not fermented to the point that you have to be a gentleman.

Although he can understand love at first sight, and he also knows the eye edge and face control, Yu Qingchen himself only accepts that the earth is long, and the longer he is together, the more sincerity he can release.

Zhong Huaiqing is good in all aspects, not good or bad, not bad, not bad, but whether he has that patience and meticulousness is also a problem in itself, only time is eternal, and only time can wipe out everything.

Before Zhong Huaiqing passed away, she had no intention of trying to break through that layer of realm, if she wanted to break through, she would have to retreat often, and it would take hundreds of years for her to retreat effectively.

She didn't plan to close it up once, she felt that it was just an instant, and she found that the life span of the person who was finally moved by her had already gone through one-tenth of her life, and maybe she hadn't broken through yet, Zhong Huaiqing had already exhausted her life.

Even if she was lucky enough to break through that realm in time, she vaguely felt that she couldn't let Zhong Huaiqing live forever for a while, and if she studied the method for at least thousands of years, the cost would inevitably be very great, and she could afford the price, but Zhong Huaiqing couldn't wait for thousands of years.

In short, it is destined to be too late, it is better to accompany you in these five thousand years, close your eyes and hide the purity and gentleness in your pupils, at least in these five thousand years, Zhong Huaiqing's heart will not waver, and Yu Qingchen will not give up.

If the relationship is so deep in 5,000 years that the separation is unacceptable, it is also her own choice, and she will naturally embark on the path to be taken at that time.

The characteristic lightness of the small paper crane fell on the sideburns, and the drowsiness gave birth to a strange reassuring warmth.

The coldness of the fingertips faded, and the warmth came from the green silk, gradually changing the whole body, unable to be annoyed by the abruptness of the little paper crane, and smiled and acquiesced to its behavior of changing habitats.

The little paper crane that landed by mistake suddenly trembled, and the joy of seeing Zhong Huaiqing for a month was filled up, until he found that His Holiness didn't mind, and then he lay down with some peace of mind.

His Holiness's hair was soft and delicate, moist and cool, and although he landed on the wrong foot, he couldn't help but nest on it when he saw that His Holiness was not angry but acquiesced.

The white feathers and the green silk are soft, the contrast is strong and wonderfully harmonious, and they complement each other, making Zhong Huaiqing, who is onlookers, unconsciously soften his heart.

Xu Bu stepped forward and raised his hand, but he only dared to touch the chaise longue lightly, even if he was sleeping on the chaise longue, the grace of Venerable Lingya was dazzling.

So much so that he had exhausted his courage when he touched the recliner, and as for the clothes, Zhong Huaiqing was absolutely unable to touch them, and he always felt that even if he just touched the corners of his clothes, it was a blasphemy against the gods.

There is no love, it has nothing to do with feelings, maybe there is cherishment, but more, but it is indescribable, it is emotional and afraid, and it is anxious and longing that even Zhong Huaiqing can't tell what mood he is in.

Maybe it's because Venerable Ling Ya's status is indeed extremely high, and all aspects are also unimaginable to him, he can be fearless from afar, but when he gets closer, he is full of worries.

Zhong Huaiqing's feelings are all condensed in her eyebrows, and the hot worry can be felt with her eyes closed, Yu Qingchen has no words, and there are no superfluous movements, she likes the feeling of being good now, and blindly believes in time.

The warmth of time that she has never felt for a long time, the quiet years make her obsessed, she doesn't want to move, she just wants this moment to be long.

The dull pain in her heart reminded her that Zhong Huaiqing could not be with her forever, just a few thousand years, or even a world of retreat, was what Zhong Huaiqing could give her forever.

There are tears in the corners of her eyes, which will be evaporated if she is not seen by anyone, the warmth that Zhong Huaiqing can give her is too short, but she can't give it up.

The only thing that can be thankful is that there is still a little paper crane with her, even if the sun and the moon may be to the point where they are not crazy and cannot survive, they can lick each other's wounds and talk about the past.

It's really troublesome to have affection, and it even makes her nostalgic for the past years of ignorance and unawareness. At that time, she was very upright, and she didn't need to worry about herself in her eyes.

Even if it is numb and pale, it can be regarded as a carefree day, worry-free, thoughtless, thoughtless, thoughtless, so you can be free from fear of likes and dislikes, and be at ease.

Love silk made her happy, but before she tasted the real bitterness, she didn't know how difficult it was to feel the taste once