"Master, you're sick!"

I flattered him, and I wanted to rush forward and beat him on the back, but when I stood up, I suddenly realized that he was facing me at this moment.

"What do you want to do?"

He gripped the corners of the quilt with both hands, and his head shrank into the quilt. In the dim candlelight, I could faintly see a hint of fear in his eyes.

Is he afraid of me? Puzzled, I tilted my head to examine him closely. The eyebrows are like Fengyu, the nose is like a gall, this handsome face is so angry that people and gods are angry, it is still my purple lotus's face. Why, tonight he looks so different from usual.

"Ahem, ahem."

Another soft cough sounded.

I pouted a little aggrieved and said, "Xiao Yu saw that the master was uncomfortable, and wanted to come forward to beat the master's back, but he just beat his back." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw that his face seemed to be dyed crimson.

"Master?"

I rarely see him blushing, I stared at his face, the more I looked, the more I felt that this face was getting redder and redder, red like the flowers and leaves of the fiery hibiscus flowers in the flower garden, red and charming.

What's wrong with him? Could it be that he is sick too?

I raised my hand to probe his forehead, but he pushed my hand away and jumped off the bed.

"Master, where are you going?" Seeing him so perverse, I asked.

"Something to deal with."

He seemed to be in a real hurry, picked up a white robe from the head of the bed, draped it over his shoulders, and ran out of the house in a panic.

I chased after him and shouted, "Master, has a stomachache and is in a hurry to go to the hut?" ”

After that, there was a knock on the door, and I watched him stagger and rush out.

All right! Master, he must be shy and feel embarrassed.

I didn't ask him any more questions, I turned around and walked to the bed, flicked my shoes at my feet, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

The next day, a morning light came into the room through the crack in the window, I rubbed my eyelids, opened my eyes, and saw that I had slept in Zilian's room. At first, my heart was shocked, and then, I slowly remembered that because I was timid, I ran into Zilian's house in the middle of the night, and then, because Zilian had a stomachache to go to the thatched house, ran out and never came back.

So, so, this thing seems like this, nothing else.

Stretching my waist and touching my hungry belly, I jumped out of bed and walked out of the house, looking left and right and looking and finding Zilian. So, a person walked back to his room and changed his clothes, of course, the green clothes were reinstated, and the burden was in addition to the cloth green clothes.

Walking out of the door, his eyes glanced towards Zilian's room, and he couldn't help but have a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that Zilian had returned, and had returned to his room.

Walking to Zilian's room, I raised my hand and knocked on the door a few times, seeing that no one responded, I pushed open the door and looked inside the house, and saw the messy bed that I had messed up, I couldn't help but be a little cautious, looked left and right, and saw that no one came to the courtyard, so I walked into his room, folded the quilt, and straightened the white dress.

"Bang bang."

There was a knock on the door, and I turned my head to see that it was not Zilian, but Master Liu of the Liu family's mansion, and at this moment, he was looking at me with that surprised expression.

I stroked the slightly uneven bed on the bed hard, smoothed it out a little, and said to him with a smile, "Are you here to find my master?" ”

"Hmm."

Old Man Liu's brows were tightly locked like a deep depression, he squinted at me slightly, looked me up and down, and then, with a hint of disdain, shook his head, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Just as I left, I just thought about helping Zilian fold the clothes on the bed again, and there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and I wondered in my heart, could it be that this Master Liu has returned again?

Looking back, the person who came, where is that Master Liu, obviously the purple lotus I haven't seen all night. At this moment, the clothes he was wearing were still the white clothes he picked up from the bed when he was in a hurry to go to the thatched house last night.

He seemed to have been on the night all night, on top of his white clothes, a little wet, soaked with dew, and looked as if he had just come back from a light rain. On weekdays, the bun that was lightly tied on his head by the purple jade belt was also loose for more than half at this time, and the hair on his forehead was stained with dew and stuck to his forehead.

The black hair, which hung down like black brocade around his waist, was wet from the rain and dew, and clung to his thin shirt. The gusty morning breeze could not stir up his loose clothes, but instead made the clammy clothes cling to his body more closely, hooking his long and emaciated figure.

His thin lips were raised, a cool smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he looked down at his long sleeves soaked in dew, his brows suddenly frowned, he shook his head, reached out and pinched the hem of the soaked sleeves tightly, wrung out some water, and saw a few points of cold and clear dripping on the ground, he smiled helplessly, his long eyelashes trembled gently with his blinking movements, and in the wind, beauty was like a butterfly dancing and flying.

Because he hung his head, the hair on his forehead that flowed naturally was gently swaying in the cool morning breeze, and the green silk on both sides of his sideburns was like water, stained with dew and running down his sharpened chin, and all the way down his white clothes, above the white clothes, dyed by the rain, hazy, protruding from the beautiful collarbone on his shoulder.

"Master, you're back."

I don't care if he twists his sleeves or not, and he can't shake his head. I rushed in front of him in a few steps, reached forward and hugged his waist tightly, and rubbed my nose in front of his chest a few times.

I don't know when I started to be so obsessed with the smell of his body, and I missed him so much after a night of not seeing him.

"Hmm."

He seemed to have some disgust at my proximity, and a finger poked at the top of my head and pushed my head back hard to push me away.

"Master."

So, no one can do it.

I reluctantly let go of the arm around his waist, raised my head and looked at him with a look of grievance.

"Why are you still here?"

He lowered his head and looked at me in confusion, and asked in a deep voice.

"Huh?"

I was a little surprised to hear him ask.

So what's wrong here, I'm just sleeping here a little longer.

Isn't that okay for him?

I smiled as much as I could and replied to him, "Xiaoyu is waiting for Master to come back." ”

"Waiting for the teacher to come back?"

Hearing this, his frowning brows were already frowning, but at this moment, the frowning was becoming more and more ruthless.