"Get up."

Surrounded by the rich fragrance and surrounded by countless tiny purple stamens, Xuan Ying twisted his neck uncomfortably, and his limbs that were tightly wrapped into cocoons were covered with sourness.

Body, jealousy's long, slender arms circled from her armpits to her back, pressing her into his chest and arms, avoiding direct contact with the cold and dry ground, perhaps because of the roll just now, he squeezed one leg between her legs hard, his thin chest and her softness squeezed tightly, the two staggered noses, but face to face, for a moment entangled almost indistinguishable from each other.

"The main hall refuses to ......" Jealousy gasped slightly, his chest rose and fell closer to her, his arms tightened, and the spray of the thin cool breath in her ears, and the fragrance of lavender that permeated her surroundings merged into a palpitating smell, almost filling the snort of Xuan Ying, which was dizzying.

"Wow~ Don't you want to 'talk' with this hall alone, now this kind of honorable and unfortunate opportunity, don't you have to waste it in meaningless nonsense, instead of hurrying to grasp it?"

A contemptuous and hoarse voice, deeper than ever, and with a magnetic and dangerous nature that is unique to men.

Xuan Ying analyzed from his light panting breath like a heat wave, the tight body that hugged her - his male hormones were out of control, in other words, he became interested in her.

It's a good thing, but it's happening at this very moment, and it's becoming a complicated thing.

"Get up, I have something to say."

At this time, with an attitude of needing reconciliation, Xuan Ying secretly took a breath, and when he slowly exhaled, his tone was like the most expensive and luxurious cold silk in the world across his throat, bringing out a voice that even his soul was throbbing and soft, as if there was some sweet conspiracy hidden.

This could not help but make the jealousy of the unstimulated senses, who had never been stimulated by such senses and who had a cold and noble queen style, tremble in his ears, and then dyed a faint layer of velvet and crimson pink.

He jumped up as if he had been stung by a needle suddenly, his blue eyes flashed with a layer of hazy waves, dissipating the usual haze color, like a fog-colored glow, glancing at Xuan Ying who was lying quietly on the ground because he withdrew his hand, with a rare blankness on his face, but a pair of eyes that she looked at immediately as if she had touched something dirty, and she cursed in disgust.

"You, you, you talk well, don't, don't be serious!"

He didn't understand what he wanted to do to her when he refused her request just now, just as he didn't understand, because what did he hear her voice at this time, it would be tickling like being scratched by a cat's claw...... The turmoil of the soul.

If you want to say that the average man encounters this situation, he has long been desperate, first pounced and eaten and wiped clean, and then said, he is the only one, he is this age, and he is at a loss to flee in a panic for the first time......

That's why it's terrible to have a missing childhood.

Some people say, does it have anything to do with the lack of childhood? Maybe...... There really is.

Xuan Ying ignored his inconsistent face, got up slowly, and after tidying up his clothes, he glanced around: "This is the place I want to take you to see." ”

Jealousy didn't want to face her black and white eyes like ice crystals, which were too clean and pure, and there was a sense of irony that he wanted to hide and was most unwilling to face when he looked into it, so he followed her words and looked around with a quiet and relaxed breeze.

It was a sea of purple and blue flowers, and up close, the delicate, light purple-blue flowers on the stalks of the flowers were dreamy and mysterious, as if they had come from another country.

As the line of sight fades away, the beautiful purple-blue flowers, the color is also increasing more calmly and distantly, showing the abundance and maturity of the body, and the little pieces of purple slowly merge into a purple river, which looks like a dreamy neon dress with blue purple.

"Is it pretty?" Xuan Ying quietly approached him at some point, she asked softly, the flat voice and the mild weather at this time, and the purple and blue flowers above the sea, the ethereal clouds dotted with the blue and snow-white softness, like an impressionist landscape, the natural eternal rhythm in Cézanne's paintings, with a comfortable and relaxing feeling.

Jealousy of a black robe pierced in this dreamy landscape, like a pen work, but also like an abandoned nothingness.

"Hmm." It was rare that he didn't reply with that kind of yin and yang weird tone, and only responded coldly and reservedly.

Xuan Ying stretched out his hand and slid the slightly curled warm fingertips into his palm, and before he could turn his face to look at her, he took the lead in pulling him forward.

"Let's talk while we walk."

"Let go!" A slightly low and unpleasant tone.

"......" Xuan Ying paused, his eyes darkened, not because he was sad because of his refusal, but because of his refusal, he had to think hard again.

But he didn't want to, as soon as she let go of him, as soon as he turned his wrist, the slender and bony hand took it upon himself to grab her hand that was about to retract, and he pinched her front five fingers without grace, and he didn't know the weight of his hand, nor did he pay attention to skill, he straightened his neck, and pulled his arms again to lead her forward.

Maybe it's a delightful landscape, maybe it's the imprisoned mouth of a person who locks the door of his heart, or maybe the scent of lavender has a magical power to soothe the soul and relax the body and mind.

In short, Xuan Ying felt that there were some problems, and this was the best time to solve them.

"Still angry?" Xuan Ying tilted his head and asked.

“……”

Jealousy walked quietly with her in silence.

He didn't want to answer, like disgust, but the paradox was that he held her hand, with force and no gap.

Xuan Ying is a person who is not good at words, of course, this means that she does not understand the hustle and bustle of ordinary people...... Boring nonsense, it is said that people are basically 80 in their lives, and the above are all nonsense, some are ignorant, some are nothing, but she is sure that she just asked a nonsense.

However, is it appropriate to talk to him about philosophy and truth in this case?

…… Sure enough, let's continue to talk nonsense.

"Do you know what the grass in this field of flowers is called?" Lavender is a flower or a grass, it is a grass that can bloom, if it exists like a hermaphrodite, this is the extraordinary cognitive level of Xuan Ying.

It is about to enter early summer, and the whole mountain is dyed with a layer of purple clouds, except for flowers or flowers, in addition to fragrance or aroma, a pure romance and poetry, like a mysterious and distant dream, a fairy tale kingdom lit by lavender.

Perhaps it was the edges and corners smoothed by such a soft landscape, jealous blue eyes glanced at her coldly and sneeringly, the warm wind caressed his cheeks, the soft and shiny hair like a sea bath flicked, lining that delicate face even more thrilling, every minute was full of wordless delicate charm, his long eyelashes were like butterflies like wings, crossed by a thin layer of sunlight, and his skin was almost transparent.

Finally, he sorted out his mood and was able to look at her calmly, his lazy and detached attitude was like a noble black swan: "Ho oh~ What is it called?" ”

Xuan Ying looked back at his gaze above the top, her height was only to his shoulders, thinking that compared to others, although he was not as towering as an adult, he could block all the wind and rain, and he also formed a handsome cypress pine, with red seedlings and clear spirits...... Of course, if there is no crookedness in the process.

"It's lavender...... There's another story in there, do you want to hear it? Xuan Ying frowned and thought about it, remembering that he seemed to have seen such a lavender story somewhere.

Jealousy turned around, and continued to lead her to walk in the flower field, noncommittal, their sleeves brushed the lavender, and unconsciously left a light fragrance.

Since she didn't object, then she took it as his acquiescence, and sometimes she felt that thinking this way would save a lot of time for guessing.

She chewed on the words and said in a tone that was not up and down in a tone that was not up and down: "There is a young girl in the village of Provence...... She liked a traveler and he was a ...... man."

When the jealousy in front of him heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, this kind of detail does not need to be emphasized at all.

"The male traveler likes roses and lavender, so he will ......leave after playing with the girl," Xuan Ying concluded according to his own understanding: "The girl felt that she could not stop there, so she insisted on catching up, and her mother felt that it was too risky for her to go alone, so she gave her a secret weapon to kill the scumbag, that is, a bunch of lavender......"

Ha? What the hell is she talking about? Such a beautiful piece of land that he felt that if he couldn't take it away, he would simply destroy a place that wouldn't allow others to have the opportunity to enjoy it like him, but it was worthy of such a shit story?

He suddenly had the illusion that he had been fooled, and a deep wrinkle formed between his jealous brows, gloomy and gloomy.

Xuan Ying didn't notice anything, because the story of destroying the three views finally came to an end: "It is said that lavender has a purifying effect, so the girl threw the lavender hidden in the clothes to the traveler, and he screamed, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, and then the girl disappeared as well......"

Speaking of the last one, Xuan Ying was a little excited, yes, because the end of the story won her heart, even if a good love story was told by her as a complex story of horror ethics, but she felt that this story was correct to understand in this way.

After the story was told, Xuan Ying stared expectantly at the back of his jealous head, but what he got was a long silence.

“…… Woman, human, do you think this kind of boring story that even a three-year-old child dislikes, what is the need for Hongden to stand here and waste time with you, huh? He stopped, turned around, and surveyed.

“……。”

"Ho ho ho ho ~ It's just boring, what bullshit!" He laughed weirdly, his face changed suddenly, and his black arrogance was out of control.

Bullshit? This coincides with Xuan Ying's thoughts when she first read this story, so she said: "I have a deep understanding. ”

A story with no suspense at all.

Xuan Ying thought, it turns out that he also thinks this lavender story is too boring.

In fact, jealousy does think so.

This kind of boring and dry narration is okay, born in this beautiful and romantic environment, she actually told such a story of love and killing, what is she implying or implying something, ah?!

All his emotions and thoughts turned into a wave of resentment, rising in his chest, if it weren't for the fact that the scenery around him was quite passable, he would have thrown his head and dropped directly, where would he continue to stay here and talk such nonsense to her......

Perhaps, it's not just because of the scenery......

"Your face ......" he said as he suddenly stared coldly and urgently at the bandage on her face, "Tear it off." ”

Xuanying's deep cat pupils were slightly stunned, and he frowned: "What did you say?" ”

"Are you behind your ears or are you deaf?" Jealousy suddenly roared angrily: "No need, no need to hide your face like this anymore!" I want to see your face! ”

Xuan Ying was stunned, and inexplicably had a subtle sense of immediacy.

Could it be that they are ready to go around in circles with this rhythm, skip and go straight back to life if it is only as first seen, men, whether old or young, are really visual animals?

Well, this progress was abrupt, but she didn't want to refuse, especially when she saw the look on his face that suddenly had a strange and expectant smile on his face.

The bandage was wrapped very tightly, layer after layer when it was removed, and after the bandage was removed, Xuan Ying slipped off the green silk that was like silk forging and shiny, revealing a beautiful and delicate white face like a snowflake, and the soft sunlight fell, as if there was a layer of lustrous like a pearl, compared to more than half a month ago, her face was slightly longer, as if sublimated, adding a copy would be a point minus a point of regret, the whole person was in the purple and blue lavender, so beautiful that it was trance-like.

Jealous and stunned, his eyes were tightly wrapped around the person in front of him like a thread, where could he take his eyes away, this beautiful face that could make him disgusted and disgusted at a glance in the past made his heart empty at this moment, and there was an urge to treasure it forever and bury it in his heart, and to touch it well and carefully.

"Is it pretty?" The cat's eyes fanned, and a streamer shattered shadow, but his expression still didn't change much, and he completely asked in a routine tone.

But jealousy looked at her seriously and worriedly.

It wasn't until she asked again that his breathing gradually increased, his eyes deepened, and he said in a dumb voice, "What do you want to tell me?" ”