In the evening, the air flow from the peak will be swept down by the cool breeze, and the drunken cloud slope will bear the brunt.

Qi Luo shrunk and lay in the middle of the dense flowers and plants, although half a jar of wine was in her stomach, her body still did not warm up, and her head was buzzing with pain.

He stood three feet away from her, waiting for her to fall asleep before slowly walking over.

Afraid that she would make a sudden move, he first tentatively pushed her arm, but without moving, he put his mind at ease, leaned over and picked her up and walked to the dormitory.

The little man in his arms was very light and soft, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips pursed, he muttered something in his mouth, and his ears were closer to him before he could hear her say cold.

Gently laying her on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. It turns out that she is not ugly, but she is used to facing her with disgust. Now that she was lying in front of him, he even liked this stupid, stupid, stupid girl.

"Daddy, don't hit me, I won't run around if I listen to you...... Mother, don't kick me out, I'm your good daughter, I listen to you everything, don't drive me......" She cried in a low voice, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, she clenched her arms, and her body trembled.

"Sister, I didn't damage your clothes, I really didn't lie......"

The crying was intermittent, and he suddenly felt distressed, and let her lean into his arms, and he hugged her tightly, giving her a hug that was neither cold nor lonely for the time being.

Thinking of herself for no reason, when she was very young, she had the same experience as her. Everyone was in danger, he was isolated, because of fear, because of jealousy, and before he was kicked out, he took the initiative to come here, leaving himself with a pitiful self-esteem.

"No one beats you, with me, no one dares to beat you." Immediately, he secretly laughed at his stupidity, he couldn't protect himself, what could he give her? Soon he will become a mortal, but unlike a real mortal, he only has a three-year yang lifespan, and after that, there will be no trace of him in heaven and earth.

His lips were attached to her ears, and a faint warmth rose in her heart, and the two people who were also lonely and spit on hugged each other tightly, and the loneliness and coldness were gradually driven away, and the lips were imprinted on her forehead, slid to the bridge of her nose, and finally rested on her lips.

The soft and burning lips were faintly drunk, he closed his eyes and sucked, the tip of his tongue poked into her mouth slightly, his lips and teeth entangled, he felt a little difficult to breathe normally, his fingers caressed her cheeks, and buried her face tightly to his chest.

"Silly girl, it would have been nice if I had known you earlier."

After sitting with her in her arms all night, when she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her intently.

"Second Highness, you ......" She quickly fled from his arms, he reached out to grab her, but she had already run away.

is still the same as usual, his face is gloomy, but his tone is much softer: "I saw that you were drunk, sleeping in Zuiyunpo and shivering, and kindly brought you back, don't think about it." ”

He didn't close his eyes all night, just trying to get enough of her, and when he saw her face drooping, he looked panicked and straightened his shirt, and reached out and touched his belt.

He glanced at it faintly and laughed coldly: "In your heart, I am so unbearable, don't worry, I haven't touched you at all, and I haven't touched you through my clothes, not to mention, your figure is not the type I like." He waved at her, took off his robe and lay down again, "Get out, you slept all night, and I didn't even close my eyes." ”

Leaning inward, he didn't want her to see his expression, such a sad, bitter and girlish look, he couldn't show it to anyone.

She silently withdrew and sat on the jade steps in a daze.

From the moment she found herself lying in his arms, her heart began to become empty. Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand layers of Lang, and her calm heart suddenly splashed with fresh water, and the water streaks spread more and more, and her heart began to churn.

She shook her head and laughed at herself secretly: "You have such a whimsical idea, you must know your own identity, an alien who has been spurned by your family, and has lived humbly and lowly since birth, what qualifications do you have to choose your own preferences like your sisters and sisters." She didn't have the courage, and from the bottom of her heart, she felt unworthy. She even thought that with Mu Ran's arrogance and coldness, how could he condescend to dignity, he would hug her to keep her warm, mostly out of sympathy, even if there was a marriage contract, they would just be strangers in the future.

In the following time, he was always not far from her, ignoring her, and when he was interested, he would chat with her about some inconsequential topics, and more often than not, she was talking, and he just responded lightly. Even though she knew that he had no interest in the content of her words, as long as she could hear his lazy response, her heart felt warm.

She felt that his attitude towards her had gradually changed, at least, she thought that he didn't hate her, as long as he didn't hate her, there was nothing wrong with getting along like this.

The weather in Fengrou Mountain is changeable, sometimes a few drops of rain will drift, and in the blink of an eye, it will be cloudy and mist, and the warm daylight will shine into the clouds.

Qi Luo can always see him smile comfortably when the weather is fine. He reclined on the branches of the tall sycamore trees, his hands resting behind his head, a lilac robe hanging down slowly, the long wind passed, the soft purple smoke swayed around, his soft and slightly curly green silk was not restrained, sprinkled at will, and let them swing freely.

She could see that even if he closed his eyes, she could see the unique style between his eyebrows, the gentleness and peace that he usually did not easily show, it turned out that he was not not cold-hearted, or, it was just her delusion. She thought how good it would be if it had been like this, without sorrow and resentment, and with such a faint tenderness all over her body.

He raised his eyelids and looked at her through the gaping eyes, the little man under the tree was staring at him intently, her clear dark eyes were like a slowly flowing stream, such a gaze, he really seemed to be engraved in his heart, even if he became a mortal in the future, to the moment the spirit gathered, his heart would not be blank.

He realized that she wasn't as stupid and stupid as she had been at the beginning. She became less talkative, blushing inexplicably, in a daze for a long time, and not like before when she quarreled with him, she didn't dare to look at him anymore, often avoided his gaze, whatever he said, she would obediently obey......

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he found that his spirit was all on her alone, and her joys, sorrows, and sorrows would be implicated with him, so ridiculous, but pathetic and pitiful, knowing that it was impossible. He had to be ruthless, not to give her a glimmer of illusion, not to give himself a glimmer of hope.

"Bring me a jar of wine." He sat up, one leg resting on a branch, the other dangling in a wide robe.

She nodded, and quickly ran towards the winery, and in the blink of an eye, she grabbed a jar of wine and threw it at him.

This wine, most of the bitter, but she often drinks secretly, only people who have bitterness and loneliness in their hearts will love it, it turns out that she likes to drink, but she is to suppress the unhappiness of childhood with bitterness to anesthetize. In her bones, she is willing to be a carefree, heartless, ordinary dragon.

"It's so boring to be here all day......" he took a sip and looked at her, "what about you?" Do you think so? ”

She was a little distracted, and he called her impatiently a few more times before she recovered from her fugue state.

"Oh, no, I like it very much here, although it is quiet every day, but I really like it here, Fengrou Mountain is much better than the Giant Spirit Sea." She looked at him with a pleasant smile, as she said, Fengrou Mountain was the most interesting place she felt when she was so old, here, she didn't have to endure the ridicule and oppression of her siblings, and she could see beautiful women that were pleasing to her every day.

"Here, no one will bully me, and I love it here." She said again, firmly.

He laughed and said, "Do you think I like you very much?" Will you take good care of you as Youchen said? ”

She didn't respond, she didn't expect how good he would be to her, just thinking about it was enough for now, she looked up at the slowly flowing wisp of smoke, the green silk was entangled, and he raised his hand to hook the wisp in front of him.

She was really fascinated by him just like everyone else, just because of his looks? He was a little annoyed, and threw away the wine jar, she instinctively wanted to pick it up, but the wine jar was shattered by his palm before it hit the ground. The debris scattered, and she let out a soft "ah" and immediately turned her back, covering her cheeks with her hands.

His heart trembled, she must have been cut by a shard, and was about to fly down, she looked back at him, her eyes shining with water, "I'm fine, my skin is thick, I can't hurt it." He clearly saw that there was faint blood on her left cheek, and he sighed regretfully: "Weishenme doesn't stand far, you are always so stupid, and I don't know what Youchen likes about you." ”

The lilac smoke fell lightly, and the green silk slowly hung down on his back, he glanced at her, there was no emotion in his eyes, she was a little disappointed, thinking that he would stop to check her injuries, and then smiled secretly: You really think too much.

Seeing his figure gradually disappear from sight, her full heart suddenly seemed to be half drained by something, and the wind swirled and hissed.

"Little White Dragon, when did you fall in love with him?"

Tiyuan's clumsy body moved behind her, it gently touched her vest with its own horn, Qi Luo turned around and hugged the behemoth in front of her, she didn't cry, but found that the sourness at the tip of her heart was surging outward one by one, and finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Is this love? I do not know. She blinked her eyes, which were burned with tears and stinged a little, and that was the kind of love she wanted. Heart-wrenching, pain, sourness, loss......

"Love is not a good thing in itself, if you want to taste it, then taste enough!" Ti Yuan twisted his huge head, "I really hope you're still the same as before, I like to see you laugh, I don't like to see you crying and sentimental." ”

"I don't think I'll be able to go back to the way I used to be." She sat on the grassy slope, hugged her knees, and suddenly thought of the red line, obviously she tied the haode herself, and the other end of the red rope was obviously Youchen, why, her feelings for him only stayed at the stage of liking, and it was more of a brother-like dependence, could there be something wrong with it?