The little maids were ordered to deliver all kinds of exquisite dishes, and Qing Huan honestly nestled in Cheng Yao's arms, and did not dare to run out to be scary. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After the maids left, she jumped on the table, and Cheng Yao crushed the food with chopsticks and fed it to her little by little.

She has become smaller, but her appetite is not small at all, and she wants to taste a little of every dish.

Cheng Yao was extremely patient, and wherever her little eyes looked, the next moment, the corresponding food would be delivered to her mouth.

Gong Yixiu had been writing on the table for a long time before he raised his head to look at them. The appearance of a villain waiting to be fed made a soft smile overflow from his lips.

After the two of them had finished eating, he put down his pen and said, "Give me three days, and after three days, I can hand over the translation of the whole book to you." ”

Cheng Yao smiled: "Then thank you second brother." ”

Gongyi Xiu smiled and continued to lower his head.

Cheng Yao was not taken to a special room to rest, but was arranged in the courtyard of the public ceremony. This is a treatment that only comes when the dust comes, and Qing Huan doesn't know when the relationship between Cheng Yao and the second brother will be close to this extent.

Cheng Yao put Qing Huan on the table, covered the door and came back, first made a water purification trick on the two, then took off her shoes and carried her to the bed.

Qing Huan was about to question, but saw Cheng Yao's fingertips sweep, and the brocade box she slept in the morning, that is, her small bed, appeared on the inside of the big bed.

Cheng Yao gently put her on the bed, then pulled the quilt for her, and smiled gently, "Good night, Huan'er." ”

“…… Good night. ”

Chengyao turned off the lights, but Qinghuan couldn't sleep. Although there is a small bed on top of the big bed, as long as she thinks of Cheng Yao lying next to her, how can she sleep. After tossing and turning carefully for a while, Qing Huan felt a little dry mouth and coughed lowly.

"Do you want water?" Cheng Yao's voice came from the darkness.

"Yes."

He flicked a few golden spirits on the bedside lighting, got up and poured water for her, poured the tea very carefully into her special small cup, and then helped her to drink.

"Yaoyao ......" in the middle of the night, her voice is soft and glutinous, not like Xiaoliu's playful shouting, but a little like the milk voice of a child.

Cheng Yao came back to his senses from that soft voice, "Huh? ”

Qing Huan asked a very silly question, "Why are you so good to me?" ”

Cheng Yao didn't answer immediately, after lying down on his side, he hooked his fingers and took her out of the small bed, put her close to his heart, and said, "I've always been so good to you, why are you asking this question now?" ”

"I ......" Qing Huan's face was buried in his clothes, and he couldn't answer.

"Huan'er, I'll tell you why." Cheng Yao gently stroked the back of her head and back, and under the golden brilliance, the young man's handsome face revealed a faint sadness, "In the past, you felt that the relationship between the two of us was equal, so you never felt that I was too good to you." But now, you're afraid that I'm too good to you, but you can't treat me the same, and you're afraid that you can't repay my affection, isn't it? ”

Qing Huan looked at him in a daze. He finally said this. Every sentence pierced her heart. She didn't want to admit it, but what was not the truth?

Cheng Yao suddenly smiled. This smile, like the sunlight breaking through the layers of fog in winter, cannot hide the cold silence of the luminous body itself, but it can still make the bather feel light and warmth.

"And what about me, do you want to hear it?" Cheng Yao asked her very gently, smiling.

Qing Huan nodded dumbfounded.

Cheng Yao's gaze crossed her head into the darkness, and said softly, "No matter what you do to me, I will be good to you." Of course I hope you'll like me too. But if ...... If you don't have me in your heart anymore, then I will still be good to you. Unless one day, you explicitly tell me that you don't need it, such a good thing has become a burden for you. Then I'll ...... No more being a burden to you. But in that case, I will be very uncomfortable, I would rather you have someone else in your heart, but you are still willing to let me be good to you......"

Qing Huan wanted to hug him tightly, but his small arm only grabbed a lump of clothes on the young man's chest.

Sensing her action, Cheng Yao took her into his arms and said softly: "Then in the future, do you still want me to be good to you?" ”

Qing Huan felt that his nose was sour, and his eye sockets were hot, but he still said one word very firmly, "Yes." ”

Cheng Yao sighed softly, hugged her to her neck, and closed her eyes.

Qing Huan leaned against his warm skin and whispered, "I'll try to get him away." "Out of my heart, cast out.

“…… Well. The city responded to the distance, and there was a sour and warm feeling in my heart.

Wake up to the sky.

When Qing Huan woke up, she was still nestled in Cheng Yao's arms. The little bed that she used to belong to had already been kicked out of nowhere. But who kicked it is a question.

Cheng Yao's posture almost unchanged from last night, and he gently and carefully encircled her in his arms. He was still asleep, his long eyelashes at every root, accompanied by a light snort, gently spraying on her cheeks. It's a little itchy, but it's warm.

Qing Huan didn't want to wake him up, so he got up cautiously by himself. She climbed up to his chest with great ease, as if she were about to climb over a mountain.

Cheng Yao woke up suddenly and hugged her in front of him, "What are you going to do?" ”

The voice also carried a bit of laziness that didn't wake up.

Qinghuan said: "I'm awake, you can sleep for a while." ”

Cheng Yao sat up lazily, "Don't sleep, get up." ”

Gongyi corrected the book, noticed a slight noise in the room, raised his eyes, but saw no one, lowered his head and swept the ground, and laughed, "Little sister, you are here." What about Chengyao? ”

This short journey, Qing Huan walked with a lot of effort, knowing that he would not be reckless when Cheng Yao was there just now, and gasped: "He went to the Three Gods Heavenly Division to investigate the news, I don't want to go." Didn't the second brother go to the palace today? ”

Gongyi Xiu smiled and reached out to carry her to the table, "I took three days off." Have you had breakfast? ”

"I've eaten it." Qing Huan nodded, then leaned over and carefully looked at the translation that Gongyi had corrected in writing.

Gongyi Xiu followed her gaze and smiled, "What do you see?" ”

"......" Qing Huan looked at it carefully for a long time and said, "The second brother's words are very beautiful. ”

Gongyi Xiu smiled.

Qing Huan said: "Second brother, don't worry about me, you are busy with you." ”

"Hmm." Gongyi Xiu smiled and continued to pick up the pen.

Qing Huan paced lightly on the table, lamenting that it was really inconvenient for him to become smaller. If you want to study a little ink for the second brother, you are afraid that you will plant it directly in the inkstone.

Gongyi said: "If you are bored, if you are bored, you ...... if you are bored."

Qing Huan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then waved his hand and said, "It's not boring." I won't quarrel with the second brother, I'll lie here and be your ...... Paperweight bar. ”

Gong Yixiu was laughed by her again. When facing her, his smile always seems to be very much. But I saw that the little man, who was not as tall as a palm, really did not move, and lay down on his table, his eyes wandering along the tip of his pen.

Qing Huan loves to see him write, thin and powerful strokes, but there is a kind of breeze and smooth freehand, these two completely different charms, in his handwriting is very magical coordination and unity, all say that the words are like their people.

Gongyi Xiu curled his lips and smiled, gathered his thoughts, and continued to bury his head in the manuscript.

I don't know how long it has been, Gongyi Xiu looked up and saw that the villain on the table had fallen asleep on the paper. She was last night...... Didn't you sleep well?

Thinking of this, Gong Yixiu's chest was faintly filled with some stagnant pain. Laughing self-deprecatingly, he forced this strange feeling down, and then picked up the villain on the desk and gently placed it on the soft couch beside her, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

His thoughts were interrupted again because of a steady footsteps. Gongyi Xiu looked up, but saw a handsome young man walking in from outside the house, but his face was not very good. (To be continued.) )