The dilapidated farmhouse courtyard isolates the noise of the outside world and guards its original tranquility. The camphor trees in the courtyard have already bloomed with new greenery, adding vigor to the monotonous courtyard. If it weren't for the erosion of the plague, this would have been a cozy nest, and it would not be a ruined and desolate abandoned hospital.

Lin Xiaoyou sat under the big camphor tree and slept leisurely with his eyes closed. A dazzling red figure lay on her chest unscrupulously, and her little head was sleeping sweetly on her neck.

Three days was not enough time for her to recover as before, but her complexion was also seven or eight points better. If she hadn't slept for two days, she would have been lying in bed and stuffy in the house. After all, she was used to freedom, and how could that dreary cottage suit her. Lin Xiaoyu breathed the clear air outside comfortably, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

Her consciousness relaxed and she didn't notice it at all, and at this time, there was a straight gaze on her. A white figure stood quietly on the roof. A little cold, a little dusty, the proud posture that exudes coldness, like a cold moon hanging in the air, lonely but dazzling.

Even if it was shrouded in the bright golden light, it still couldn't hide the chill that was overwhelming. A pair of eyes like stars, gentleness replaces the coldness under the eyes. Looking at the figure below, distress overshadowed anger.

She is his calamity in the end, and as soon as he meets her, he can only surrender. The original perfect plan, step by step, was careful everywhere, but it was still disrupted by her appearance. In addition to helplessness, it is still helpless.

Almost silent sighs, lingering in the wind, drifting in the air. Suddenly alert to the movement outside, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze, tapped his toes, and disappeared in place like the wind. Coming and going is as silent as a ghost, which is intimidating.

Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the body of this person and a fox, and the quiet and elegant atmosphere infected the people who entered the courtyard.

Xiahou Yichen stopped in front of the courtyard gate and watched quietly, the figure of the woman dressed as a man, and the three thousand hairpins were held high by the hairpin, reflecting the white and thin face becoming more and more exquisite. The beautiful eyes are closed, and the eyebrows and eyes are full of sleepy lazy color. The red blood fox obediently lay on top of her, she just leaned on it, not anxious, not sad or happy, and her calm expression was fearless and calm. The beams of light through the branches of the trees were refracted on them, and the dazzling light set off her soft figure like a fairy in a picture, independent and charming, the inviolability of the Holy Spirit.

Just one glance, and the gaze was fixed on her. It was like a breeze blowing on his face, instantly disturbing his arrogant and quiet heart, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Heart, secretly relieved, the fatigue of many days seems to have disappeared at this moment, the radiant phoenix eyes, the rest full of smiles.

The people who followed also rushed up in turn, looking at Xiahou Yichen who was hesitant, Leng Xuran followed his gaze curiously. The smiling expression froze suddenly, and the sluggish expression was obviously attracted by the scene in front of him. I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that the people under the tree look better and better. This appearance actually made him swallow his saliva as a normal man.

He came back to his senses and shook his head unhappily. No, no, he's a man with a normal orientation, how can he have a reverie about someone who is also a man. Thinking about it, he must have had a good rest last night, and he blamed the damn Xiahou Yichen, if it weren't for him, how could he be restless today. After thinking about it for a while, I finally put the fault on others.

Compared with Leng Xuran's impetuousness, Bei Ming was much calmer, and his cold face did not change in the slightest. Seeing that the people inside were safe, the corners of his eyes were sweeping the master's reaction, and the stone in his heart also quietly fell to the ground.

The only reaction of the three of them is to press down the pace of progress and stand still, no one can bear to disturb the quiet beauty of the moment.

"Ming, take Leng Gongzi back to prepare some food, and this king will return later. Xiahou Yichen suddenly turned his head sideways and commanded lightly. Although I don't know if Leng Xuran knows Lin Xiaoyu's identity, as soon as he saw his surprised eyes, he felt very uncomfortable, and he came up and began to clear the scene.

He has no credit and hard work, and as soon as he comes, he starts to drive people out, and there is no door. Leng Xuran rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "How can I use this son to get out of the horse for a little thing, it's enough for Ming alone, right?" As he spoke, he turned his head sideways and threw the question to Bei Ming, making it clear that he wanted to stay.

As soon as he finished speaking, Beiming stepped forward to seal his acupoint without saying a word, regardless of Leng Xuran's fierce words and resistance, he dragged him away and proved his loyalty with his actions.

Sleep with peace of mind and calmness, and when she woke up, it was already the hour of the sun, Lin Xiaoyou rubbed her eyes and sat up, and after sleeping for a long time, she had a bit of a confused headache and was groggy and uncomfortable. The body was relaxed for a while, and the little fox had long since disappeared, and his stomach was also quarping in protest.

The blurred eyes hadn't fully opened, and he only felt as if there was a figure in front of him, so he didn't think too much about it, and asked lazily, "I'm back." The casual words carried the haze of just waking up, and subconsciously regarded the person in front of him as Leng Xuran.

The simple questioning was lost in the sea, and it did not bring the slightest wave. Lin Xiaoyou didn't care too much, and there would be no one else who knew that she was here, except for Leng Xuran.

Slowly stood up and rubbed his arms, just as he wanted to stretch his sore body, but unexpectedly raised his head and instantly met a face close at hand. It's so close, so close that you can even feel each other's breaths intertwined.

Lin Xiaoyou blinked his eyes widely, this face is Xiahou Yichen? Uh, no, no, how could he be here? lowered his head and shook his head vigorously with his eyes closed, and did not hesitate to snuff out the answer in his heart. Taking a deep breath, looking up, his eyes were clear, if he just suspected that he hadn't woken up yet, then he was completely awakened at this moment.

The hope in my heart was finally shattered into pieces, it was really him, the damned Leng Xuran, who betrayed her. Lin Xiaoyou glared at him angrily, frowning slightly. It would be nice to send the antidote to today yesterday, and it came so quickly, so I deliberately came to embarrass her.

At such a close distance, looking at each other, Lin Xiaoyu's various reactions to every move naturally fell into his eyes, and he sighed secretly in his heart: This woman's temperament is really not small, it's all in the past, and I still remember it. Xiahou Yichen's deep black eyes flashed with an unpredictable look in his expression that seemed to be smiling. "Is it pretty?"

Lin Xiaoyou looked at the infinitely beautiful handsome face and was stunned for a moment, and then unexpectedly stretched out his hand and pushed it hard, "What are you doing?"

Xiahou Yichen was completely defenseless, and his body stumbled and fell backwards. God knows, she really just wanted to simply push him away, but she didn't want to be too heavy for a while. Looking at the figure that fell backwards, he secretly screamed in his heart, he was the prince, even if he didn't fall into trouble, he couldn't get over his face, and it would be strange if he didn't trouble her when the time came, and he wanted to hurry forward and want to hold him.

However, how can the woman's strength be as strong as that of the man, it's okay not to pull, and when she pulls, she also falls in the direction of Xiahou Yichen. Impartiality is lying on his body, someone is at the bottom, the pain is not painful, the key is that the cold touch on the mouth reminds the two of them that it is terrible now.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she lay on top of him, her mouth unconsciously colliding in the impact. In an instant, both of them stiffened, their eyes widened in disbelief, Lin Xiaoyou's pupils contracted sharply and dilated sharply, Xiahou Yichen was also unexpected, his heart seemed to be burning, and he was stunned and didn't know what to do, he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

**The atmosphere made the surrounding air fall into an unusual dead silence. In the silence, the pounding heart rate gradually increased, and each of them felt the frenzied heartbeat in each other's bodies.

Lin Xiaoyou was lying in this solid and powerful warm embrace, and in his heart, for no reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Both of them looked at themselves reflected in each other's dark eyes in a daze, rippling layers of ripples.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and the next moment, Lin Xiaoyou struggled to stand up, and his fair face was already as red as a glow. Mourning, he turned sideways to hide the panic in his heart.

Xiahou Yichen's heart also felt as if he had been hit by something, and his face was slightly hot. Lin Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to it, otherwise his face would be really embarrassed. The incident just now was originally deliberately done by him with the intention of releasing water, otherwise how could Lin Xiaoyou, who was powerless, push him. I just wanted to give her a step to vent her dissatisfaction, but I didn't expect her to pull herself, and she fell down with him, making her embarrassing situation now, which can only be described in two words - misstep.

He stood up with his arms propped up, but a simple movement, and the natural nobility and elegance were revealed in his body. The blush in her eyes flashed in her ears and she turned her face away in a panic, and her heart couldn't stop churning. There are many people who look at and hate rouge and vulgar fans, but Lin Xiaoyou is the first woman who has physical contact with him and he does not reject it.

The two have known each other until now, from the hug that rescued her from the tree in Miling Mountain, to the hug when she was dissatisfied with her embarrassment when she got married, and then to the hug when she was besieged by refugees. No matter which time it was not as good as this time, in an unprepared situation, Nephrite Wen Xiang was full of arms and killed him by surprise. The faint fragrance left on the body still lingers in the nose, and it smells inexplicably. The trace of warmth on his lips, the gentle touch, did not go for a long time, but it was clearly transmitted into his heart over and over again, making his heart as calm as water.

Breathing chaoticly, his cheeks were hot, Xiahou Yichen even wondered if he was sick and confused, the more he wanted to be calm, the more flustered he became, and he didn't have the calmness to master the world in the past. He tried to use his internal force to regulate pranayama, but it didn't help, but a breeze blew on his face, and the cool touch made him sober up a little.

I touched my forehead and felt that it was not so hot, so I breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept away the shadow that turned his back to him, and said pretending to be dissatisfied: "Lin Xiaoyou, you are responsible for throwing your arms to destroy the reputation of this king." ”

"Responsible?" Lin Xiaoyou was startled like five thunderbolts, turned around and slowly asked from her mouth, did she hear it wrong. She threw herself into her arms and ruined his reputation? So she was responsible? Xiahou Yichen's words were more lethal than the last, making her thoughts turn into a mess. The mood that finally calmed down, I don't know how to continue, and the mixed mood can no longer be described as shock.

Xiahou Yichen nodded with a forbearant smile, and without waiting for her to react, he continued: "Yes, is it possible that you still want to resist and deny it, huh?"

Lin Xiaoyu choked, logically speaking, it stands to reason that she is the one who really suffers, no matter what, it is the man who is responsible for the woman. The shyness and apprehension in his heart were aroused by Xiahou Yichen's few words, and he stomped his foot angrily, walked in front of Xiahou Yichen, raised his head and yelled at him: "You are sick, why should I be responsible for you!"

"Well, this king suffers a little loss, and he is responsible for you. Xiahou Yichen said naturally, as if he was so tolerant and generous.

His brows furrowed, and Lin Xiaoyou had a feeling of being calculated. No, no, where did she think of it. Neither she was responsible for him nor he was responsible for her, it was not what she wanted. Not to be outdone, he stared at the person in front of him, a faceless and skinless scoundrel, and really wanted to slap him to death.