After she agreed, she didn't say much, took out a new quilt from the cupboard, spread it beside me, and then silently walked behind the screen that separated the inner room into two separate spaces to wash.

In the dim light of the candles, her hazy silhouette fell on the paper-white screen, and suddenly dragged me into a strange fantasy world - I couldn't help but close my eyes, and all my senses were focused on hearing: the slightest sound was infinitely magnified, and switched to slow motion, even in the darkness, her smile was vividly outlined.

With the transition of the sound, the scene of her slowly taking off her clothes and wiping her body with water gradually emerged.

The twisted cloth towel moved down the delicate neck, swirling around the two straight collarbones, then across the mid-peak, towards the flat belly and beyond...... Phew, I can't think about it anymore!

I woke up abruptly in the reverie that was becoming more and more fragrant, shook my head, and glanced at the screen reflecting the phantom shadow with a thief's heart, and the slender figure still exuded the ultimate allure...... But I didn't dare to look at it anymore, so I straightened my mind and tried to turn my attention away.

I pulled the quilt she had bought for me over my head, and in the sweltering darkness, my breathing was not so smooth, and most of my sanity and composure were regained, and my mind was pulled back to its normal direction as I wished.

- It stands to reason that Jiang Zhuo and I entered this valley together, why is the house she lives in so much better than my small remote courtyard?

If it is said that Wei Shu and the former Kuang Xihan have a discord, why do you look at my guard Jiang Zhuo differently?

In addition, Jiang Zhuo's familiarity with this room is also a detail that I can't help but care about: she knows everything in this room well, as if she has lived in it for a long time...... Of course, it may have been that in the few days I was unconscious, she had become accustomed to the furnishings of this room.

Thinking about this, the previous doubts were even more puzzling--could it be, was the person surnamed Wei who fell in love with Jiang Zhuo?

As soon as this thought came to me, I couldn't help but lift the quilt and take a big breath of fresh air - the feeling of suffocation and the stuffiness in my heart at that moment taught me not to believe in this possibility, but I had to pay attention to this possibility.

Jiang Zhuo is so good, it's normal to be admired, she is not my private property, why should I not allow others to like her?

I'm just madly jealous and scared...... I'm afraid she won't like me; I'm more afraid that she'll like someone else before I try hard enough to win her heart.

After all, I have to admit that compared to that Wei Shu, I have the identity of King Ling, and other than that, I don't have any advantage.

"What are you thinking?" I turned my head in a daze, but I saw the scene that taught me to be bloody—she was wearing the belt of her mid-coat and walking towards the bed, her loose neckline could not hide her white skin, and the two straight and slender legs were hidden behind the knee-length hem, looming and drawing my eyes all the time.

She probably didn't know how attractive she was to me, or how so vulnerable my proud self-suffice might become in her presence—but I knew that if I looked at it any more, I was afraid that I would make some disrespectful act that would push our relationship back to a colder state; That kind of irreparable mistake is the bottom line that I will never want to violate.

He hurriedly looked away, rolled himself to the inside of the bed, and lay next to the wall, forcing his eyes to stare at the curtain on the top of the bed, pretending to observe the pattern carefully, not daring to glance at even a trace of the afterglow.

"Sleep." I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could hear her sigh softly, and before I could understand whether the sigh was real, she had already extinguished the last candle.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and I was finally relieved to turn my face sideways and look carefully in her direction.

She slept in a very regular position, like a well-honed javelin. Through the faint moonlight, I could only see her blurred outline and her eyelashes fluttering with her long breathing.

I tried to steady my breath and waited quietly, as time slipped away little by little, and her breathing became more and more peaceful; I carefully moved in her direction, and then observed her movements—no response, breathing was still there, not the slightest disturbance, apparently asleep.

After making sure that she was asleep, I finally dared to prop up my head, looked down at her side face slightly, and looked at her unscrupulously - the sleeping Jiang Zhuo was different from her usual life, and the deep eyes temporarily hid the edge, replaced by a childish and elegant face, and the lip line stretched out, as if hooking a gentle arc, teaching me to stretch out my hand to touch it......

Eventually, before my fingertips could touch it, reason choked the emotion in time, and I only hung in the middle, tracing her face little by little from forehead to chin - most of the martial arts practitioners slept lightly, and I was not sure that I would not wake her up.

-- I, joy, joy, you.

My hands were trumpeted, and I was making a mouth shape for her ears, and every word used up all my strength, but every syllable crept silently into the darkness without a trace.

I wanted to teach her to know, but I was afraid she would.

That's it, that's it.

Even a closer look at her was a luxury than before, and now I get too much ...... That's good.

Rubbing my sour eyes, I turned to face the wall and fell into a deep sleep.

After that, as if I had a sweet dream, I dreamed that Jiang Zhuo took me in his arms, gently kissed my sideburns, and coaxed me to sleep softly; The dream was so real that I felt as if I could really feel the warm fragrance of nephrite ironed on my back.

The sweet dreams taught me to sleep soundly until dawn before I woke up suddenly.

Before I opened my eyes, I subconsciously touched my side, and the empty quilt was already cold.

The soft bed made me sure that the previous things were not an ethereal dream: I really slept in Jiang Zhuo's bed, and shared a bed with her all night—judging by the sky, she should have gone to morning exercise.

It's so hard to get out early and return late, you must not have had time to eat breakfast—why don't I go and make her something to eat?

Isn't there a saying that if you want to capture a person's heart, you must first grab a person's stomach?

I'm confident that my cooking skills are still good...... As soon as I thought of it, I made the bed haphazardly, quickly got dressed, washed up, and went out.

At first, I was worried about the ubiquitous formations in the valley, but all the way was unimpeded, and I could hear the crisp birdsong in my ears, full of vitality, and I didn't see half of the crisis.

I relieved myself and quickened my pace, and it didn't take long to find the cafeteria.

There were a few male disciples who were having breakfast inside, and when they saw me walk in, the people who had been laughing and chatting immediately stopped talking, and lowered their heads one by one, and were silent, as if they had seen some kind of flood beast - when I first became Kuang Xihan, I was also avoided like a snake and scorpion, and after all this time, I was about to forget the loneliness and sorrow of jì.

Smiling self-deprecatingly, I didn't bother with the male disciples, and went into the kitchen by myself, looking for the ingredients I needed.

The two cooks and the helpers retreated to a corner in trepidation the moment they saw me enter, leaving the whole kitchen space for me to play with, and it saved me a lot of time—I had the intention to ask them, but I dismissed the idea when I touched on the taboo in their eyes.

When the steamer was opened, it was a steaming white-flour steamed bun; Although steamed buns can fill the stomach, it is too monotonous, so it is better to make some novel and appetizing snacks to change the taste for her.

After thinking about it, I took two fresh eggs from the basket next to the stove, broke them and stirred, added some water, put some salt, sugar, soy sauce and other seasonings, and put the lid upside down in another bowl, put them in the steamer and heated them for a while; After about two hundred strokes, the lid of the cage was lifted - the egg liquid had begun to condense, but it was still a little bit hot.

Seeing that there were chopped shallots on the desk, he grabbed a handful and sprinkled it in, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and continued to put it in the steamer to heat; Estimating that it was almost over, he quickly lifted the lid of the cage and took out the bowl - in a hurry, he accidentally burned his fingertips, but fortunately endured the severe pain, and waited until the bowl was placed firmly on the stove before withdrawing his hand, saving the bowl of custard from breaking the fate.

Judging from the appearance, although this bowl of custard is not as good as the chef's craftsmanship, it is definitely a great temptation for people who have just exercised with an empty stomach.

Nodding with satisfaction, I found a tray and returned to the courtyard where Jiang Zhuo lived with egg custard and steamed buns.

When I went out in the morning, I didn't care, but now I found out: she lived alone in a yard like me, but the specifications were very different, and compared with my remote small broken yard, it was simply the difference between the inner ring and the outer ring.

- The abominable Wei Shu.

Shaking my head helplessly, I sat on the edge of the Eight Immortals table in the outer room, holding my chin and waiting for Jiang Zhuo to come back; My stomach was so hungry that I screamed, so I had to press it with my hands, not looking at the steaming white-flour steamed buns and the fragrant egg custard, and staring at the closed courtyard door.

I don't know how long it took, the steamed bun was no longer hot, and the custard was also faintly fragrant, I was dizzy with hunger, and I couldn't help but want to eat some pads first.

"Jane Heart?" She looked at me in surprise, glanced at the food on the table, and paused, her eyes even more puzzled, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm waiting for you to have breakfast together!" Isn't that obvious—I glanced at her with a slight complaint, rubbed my stomach, which was almost unconscious with hunger, got up and pulled her to the table and sat down, handed her the spoon, pointed to the bowl of custard, and casually urged, "Hungry, aren't you?" Serve hot. ”

"Okay." She hooked her lips, as if she was in a good mood, and under my expectant gaze, she picked up the bowl of custard, scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips - my heart hung in the air, but when I saw that she was about to send it to her mouth suddenly froze, she turned her face to look at me steadily, and asked softly, "Is this ...... What did you do? ”

“…… Well. I was a little excited, but more shy, and I answered in a low voice and reached out to take the steamed buns on the plate, biting them heavily, pretending not to care, but my ears were quietly pricked up, and Yu Guang also nervously paid attention to her reaction, for fear that she would frown.

"It's delicious." She took a bite of the custard, then smiled at me and turned to take a second and third bite...... I watched her eat the whole bowl of custard in a short time, and my heart was more satisfied than if I had eaten ten bowls.

"When did Your Highness learn to cook this food?" Just when I was chewing on steamed buns and couldn't find the north, I suddenly heard her ask casually.

"Huh?" My throat was choked by a piece of steamed bun, but I couldn't care about the discomfort, and I couldn't wait to look at her - the dark eyes looked at me without evasion, and when I looked carefully, it seemed to be staring at a touch of amber streamer, extremely beautiful, but also extremely cold, teaching my heart to be like being frozen and snow, forgetting how to beat.

- She's suspicious of me.