Although there is a legend that the descendants of the dragon clan will not be drowned, she has only played in the water near the small stream where the sea dragon bathed when she was a child. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The descendants of the dragon clan she knows have almost all been away from the sea for a long time.

She sank into the icy sea, too cold to think, drank several sips of salty water, and struggled instinctively, but only for a moment someone pulled her upstream. When she surfaced, she realized that it was Helan praying.

She pushed him away violently, still angry, but she knew in her heart that he jumped with her immediately, and she actually forgave him a little.

"Go away!"

"It's still far from shore..."

He exhaled and kept trying to help her float, but she didn't know how to kick the water yet, and the struggle would sink even more.

"I'm a dragon girl, I'm not afraid of water!" She struggled to get herself out of the water, her body was much heavier from the water, her mind was flustered, and she wanted to use her spiritual power but could not concentrate.

She just wanted to cry, but he wouldn't go away.

Pulling and struggling back and forth like this, Qingxuan consumed more physical strength, she stubbornly refused to let him rescue, and even kicked the water indiscriminately, but this only made her drink a few more sips of seawater, and she couldn't get rid of Helan Qiyou, and she couldn't change her predicament at this moment.

"Am I wrong, okay? Find a way to get back to the boat first. He immediately admitted his mistake.

This kind of confession made Qing Xuan even more frustrated, and they were always guessing what the other person was thinking, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away.

"I don't want to go back with you, you never... Won't fully believe me. You didn't even say that you were the author of that travelogue! She angrily accused.

"You won't fully believe me, Lu'er. I want the best for you and want you to stay forever. If you like my travelogue, I'll just write it for you. ”

"Helan Qiyou, I hate you, I hate you!"

"You can hate as much as you want, as long as you stay with me." Anyway, he still wanted her.

This time, he didn't dance with her, indiscriminately accusing and hurting the other party, but said his sincerity. For a while, both of them were quiet, and Qing Xuan no longer struggled, and then realized that he had been able to float smoothly, and he didn't even need special effort.

Not long after, the brothers on the boat drove a small boat to pick them up, and Qing Lu followed without saying a word.

When she arrived in the cabin, the servant brought hot water into the room to bathe her, but Helan Qiyou never followed. Only then did Qing Xuan realize that he cared so much about him, and he couldn't imagine how he could be separated from him. Maybe she had been unwilling to give wholeheartedly before, wanting to leave a way out for herself, but at this moment she realized that she was not so calm. If he didn't want her, then she wouldn't be able to return to Sea Dragon Valley.

After the boat docked, she was sent home, and the second uncle Guo and his wife only took care of her as if she had accidentally fallen into the water, but Helan Qiyou was never seen.

She waited and waited, and finally heard the slight footsteps, and walked to the door, only to find that the figure was walking towards the study. She sulked, knowing that he was clearly avoiding her.

With enough courage, she made up her mind to go to the study to find him, and she couldn't let the matter drag on for another day.

Helan Qiyou was sitting in the study, holding the sachet embroidered by Qingxuan in her hand, and kept thinking about whether she wanted to stay or leave. If she's leaving, how can he stay?

At this time, he heard her come to the door of the study with small steps, and pushed the door by himself without asking him first, obviously not giving him a chance to refuse.

She wore the white fur coat he had given her, straightened her waist, and came to him with her head held high.

When Qingxuan came in, she noticed that he was holding the purple flower sachet she embroidered in her hand, and as soon as her eyes turned to him, Helan Qiyou leaned back in her chair and was about to stand up.

"Why don't you sleep yet?"