Ming Yulong pulled out his fingers suddenly, exhaled deeply, held himself as if numb, and said outward:

"It's okay, I slept for a while just now, I didn't hear your voice, what's the matter?"

"The slave made the chestnut cake you like to eat, do you want to bring it in now?" Feng'er stood outside and asked, always feeling that Miss's voice sounded strange, as if it was nasal, crispy and delicate like honey.

Maybe I just woke up, so I'm dazed.

Ming Yulong wanted to say it in, but the man behind her wrapped his arms around her waist again, lowered his head and blew softly in her ear, his voice was low as music,

"Long'er, I haven't kissed enough."

The deliberately lowered voice was like a magic spell that spread down the ear canal to the bottom of his heart, and Ming Yulong felt that the mind that had been pulled out just now had fallen into a state of charm again.

His lips couldn't help but purse and scolded: "Don't make trouble! ”

She deviated from the itchy earlobe, avoiding the shallow, faint and strong breathing of the person behind her.

Now you can't let Feng'er see it, her face must be as red as an apple, and she can tell that she has done something bad at a glance.

Coughing slightly, Ming Yulong tried his best not to make his voice sound too weird, and said:

"No, I'm not hungry right now."

"Oh." Feng'er looked at the dim sum in her hand, and said in her heart, Miss doesn't eat dim sum when she's hungry on weekdays, why don't you want it today?

But then she was relieved, because Rong Shizi was also inside, and the young lady must be studying hard to leave a perfect good impression on Rong Shizi.

Ming Yulong heard Feng'er's footsteps and walked out, so he turned around and glared at him fiercely:

"It's you, I can't eat my favorite chestnut cake!"

"I prefer Long'er to chestnut cake." Rong Yi said in a low voice.

Ming Yulong pushed him away, "You haven't copied the words yet, so you want to take advantage!" Go and get your homework done! ”

I ran to the side and took out the book I saw half of last time, and prepared to take advantage of today's break to finish it.

Even if she is reconciled with Rong Yi, her wish to go back has not changed.

But now it's not that if you want to go back, you will never come, but you want to go back to see your parents, say goodbye to your parents, and treat her as if she was the daughter who married and spilled the water, and don't be sad anymore.

Rong Yi sat beside her, glanced at the book she opened, and rubbed his fingers on it slightly,

"The books I read at your bedside this morning are the same old-fashioned books that I have never seen before. Is this the collection of books in the Ming Palace? ”

Ming Yulong flipped up the cover and looked at it, shaking his head,

"These are not. Do you remember when I went to the blacksmith's shop? The blacksmith took these books at the foot of the table, and I happened to see something I was interested in, so I took it out and looked at it, and the boss said that it was useless for her to take it, so she gave them all to me. ”

"Then you are lucky, the quality of the book paper should be very rare now, and it may be out of print in the Zhongzhou Continent."

"Out of print?" The value represented by these two words is very clear to Ming Yulong.

She happily turned the pages of the book in her hand, and now every page she turned was silver.

She had to count how many pieces of silver there were.

Ming Yulong carefully turned the pages one by one, and suddenly, his eyes fell on a place on the page, and his pupils condensed into a little

××××××××××

Good night.