The weather in Kunlun, which is far west of the North Punishment, is much colder than that of the North Punishment, the high mountains intercept a large number of cold air currents, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier day by day, and the snow outside the entrance of the Huaxu Realm Cave can not exceed people's calves, and it is a little laborious to push open the door of the cave when guiding zhì in and out.

On the bed in the cave, Nan Yang's exposed arms were frozen to a chill, she frowned, rubbed her eyebrows, and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she moved, there was a tearing pain between her legs, which made her shake violently and relieve her for a long time.

A hand that does not belong to him is placed on his waist, like a stove, gently attached to his slightly cool skin. Nan Yang turned her face slightly, and saw Qinghuan snuggling on her shoulder, sleeping deeply.

The girl's young and healthy skin is very soft and delicate, and when you look at it, you want to reach out and touch it, and feel the beautiful touch of the moist skin that is as smooth as water under your hand. The bright red cinnabar on the eyebrows is the most perfect embellishment on this stunning face, and it has a unique and fascinating style.

Nan Yang quietly looked at Qinghuan, who was still holding her in her sleep, and reached out to pull the quilt up, covering Qinghuan's shoulders and preventing the cold from entering.

The clothes on Qinghuan's body were messy, half-open, and with Nan Yang's action of tucking the quilt corners for her, a bag that should be placed close to her body fell out and happened to fall on Nan Yang's hand.

Nan Yang is not a curious person, but the person in front of her is no one else, it is her sweetheart, and she naturally wants to understand her. Nan Yang picked up the bag, gently pulled the strap on the bag and opened it, and his slender fingers reached in, and he came out with a square stack of paper.

The pieces of paper are folded very neatly, and the corners are carefully aligned, without the slightest shift. But the edges of the paper were obviously a little rough, and the color was a little yellow, which seemed to be the result of her often taking it out and playing with it.

What is it that she hides so tightly and loves so much?

Nan Yang opened the paper piece by layer, and the thin paper slowly spread out in front of him, and when this three-palm-long piece of paper was completely displayed in front of him, Nan Yang's fingers holding the paper became stiff.

I am happy.

It was the word she gave to Qinghuan on the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve.

If she hadn't seen it again, she would have forgotten about it.

Qinghuan moved suddenly, muttering something softly, as if it was a sign of waking up. Nan Yang didn't know what to do for a while, so he hurriedly folded the word and stuffed it back into the bag for Qinghuan to put back, closed his eyes and began to pretend to be asleep.

Qinghuan rubbed his eyes when he opened his eyes, and rested his hands on Nan Yang's waist by the way, Nan Yang's heart was beating wildly because of this little intimate contact.

Qinghuan was confused, her eyes were blurry, and she finally saw the object in front of her clearly, and her eyes were so wide that they could fall out.

Still dreaming? How did Master ...... Still in her bed? Still...... Bare-shouldered......

Last night, wasn't it a dream?!

Qinghuan opened her mouth, holding Nan Yang who was asleep in her arms helplessly, unable to calm down for a long time.

What the hell is going on......

Qinghuan carefully let go of Nanyang, put his hand on his forehead, and the burn seemed to have subsided. She got up slowly, straightened her clothes, and glanced at the person on the bed in disbelief, deciding that she might as well go out and find someone to interrogate. Her last conscious consciousness was that she was kneeling in the snow, her head burning.

When Qinghuan got up, the bed lost the weight of a person and lifted slightly. Feeling her leaving, Nan Yang's heart was inexplicably empty, and the fingers resting on the quilt shrank slightly, grabbing a little wrinkle.

Qinghuan's pace was not very steady, and he walked out a little top-heavy, holding on to the cave wall of Huaxu Realm, constantly looking around at the surrounding situation, looking for traces of people.

It was early in the morning, and Bo Xue was carrying a food box and preparing to go to Kunlun's kitchen to bring some food back to a few Buddhas in this hidden cave. Before he went out, he almost bumped into Qing Huan who was passing by.

"Oops...... Scare me, how did you get out of bed? If your injuries are healed, you can run around......"

Qinghuan remembered this woman and hurriedly grabbed her: "Miss Bo Xue, what happened?" ”

Bo Xue was inexplicable: "What happened?" ”

"I remember the day I fainted...... And then...... And then what? ”

"Oh...... You ask this......" Bo Xue rolled her eyes, "After you fainted, Nan Yang Zun took you back and took care of you all the time." ”

“…… Gone? ”

"Uh...... By the way, your senior sister and senior brother were all sent back to the north by my master to be punished. Bo Xue nodded.

Qinghuan held his forehead, swallowed his saliva, and said to himself: "So...... I'm not dreaming......"

"Your master is really good to you, you are seriously injured, and she is so anxious that she bursts into tears. Although she doesn't like to talk much, she is worried about you at first glance. You have been in a coma for two or three days, and she has always held you, fed you medicine and water......" Bo Xue suddenly smiled, approached Qinghuan and whispered, "I went back to deliver medicine, and I saw her secretly kissing you......"

"Ahem......" Qinghuan blushed and turned her head away. Also, you were almost taken away by your senior brother, Nan Yang respected that domineering, went up directly to rob people, and said to your senior brother confidently: 'I love her', that loud ......"

"Did you hear it all?" Qinghuan's face turned redder, and her heart beat faster and faster.

"Not only me, my master, your senior sister, and of course your senior brother, can all hear it clearly. Tsk, I can't see that such a sullen person in Nanyang Zun actually did such an earth-shattering thing to cry ghosts and gods......"

"That's it!" Qinghuan couldn't wait to go up and cover Bo Xue's mouth, settled down, shook his head with a smile, and looked at Bo Xue again, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Go to the kitchen and get something to eat." Bo Xue shook the food box in her hand.

"May I go with you?"

"Also...... Okay, anyway...... The wound on your chest has scabbed, and it's not bad to go out and walk around after sleeping for so many days. But remember to dress thicker, and remember to use an umbrella, if it gets damaged by the snow, His Holiness will definitely kill me. Bo Xue pouted and made a motion to wipe her neck.

Qinghuan tugged at the placket and chuckled: "I know, let's go." ”

Qinghuan and the thin snow withstood the fine snowflakes and walked to the kitchen with difficulty in the deep snow.

What Bo Xue didn't expect was that when Qinghuan arrived in the kitchen, she actually cooked a few dishes and put them in the food box. Bo Xue stole a little taste, and sighed again and again that this little girl is not very old, and her craftsmanship is exquisite.

Bo Xue and Qinghuan chatted as they packed up their things and walked back. Maybe it took a long time to cook in the kitchen, and when I went back, it was no longer snowing.

Nan Yang had already gotten up, and together with Cangmin, swept out a patch of snow under a crooked-necked tree outside Huaxu, and set up a stove to make tea and play chess at the same time.

When Qing Huan and Bo Xue walked under the crooked neck tree with the food box, Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at Qing Huan, his expression was still indifferent, but his ears had begun to reddened slightly.

Bo Xue smiled and said to Cang Min: "Master, the hot dish that has just come out of the pot, Qinghuan made it himself, don't play chess, let's eat first." ”

Cang Min glanced at Nan Yang and sneered: "She did it herself? How dare I eat it, someone will want to kill me. ”

Qinghuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but secretly think that this pair of masters and apprentices were really unforgiving.

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan and said lightly: "...... Does the injury still hurt? If you don't feel comfortable sleeping in the morning, you go to the kitchen to cook? ”

Cang Min sighed twice: "Hey, look, this dead ghost is complaining about you, why don't you leave after sleeping, and don't stay with her crooked......"

"Cangmin!" Nan Yang's face was angry, and he glared at Cang Min coldly.

Qinghuan walked to Nan Yang and sat down, blushing and quietly holding Nan Yang's right hand, habitually rubbing a thin layer of calluses on the outside of her index finger, and her fingertips secretly swiped lightly on Nan Yang's palm.

Nan Yang only felt that the palms of his hands were itching unbearably, and lowered his head slightly.

"You know how to be fierce at me, you have the ability to be fierce at this beauty next to you, do you have that ability? Hmph, you know how to bully me. Cang Min threw away the chess pieces in his hand, clasped his hands to his chest, and raised his eyebrows to look at Nanyang.

The corners of Nan Yang's lips twitched, and he raised his sleeves, and a wave of true qi swayed, shaking the leaves above Cang Min's head. The snow on the leaves fell on Cang Min's head with a bang, filling her all over her body, and she shivered with cold.

"Nanyang !!" Cang Min stood up angrily, kept shaking the snow on his collar and hair, and looked at Nan Yang's expression, and couldn't help but be even more angry, "What are you holding back!" My eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and I didn't just know you! ”

Nan Yang bent the corners of his mouth, with a very shallow smile, and looked at Cang Min lightly.

Cang Min snorted, suddenly bent down, and quickly gathered a snowball, straight towards Nan Yang's face.

"Poof—"

The incident happened suddenly, Qinghuan was still stunned, and Nan Yang didn't have time to hide, so he was smashed into snow and his face was shattered, his eyebrows and eyelashes were full of broken snow, and the snow slag fell down his face and neck, looking quite wolf.

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Cang Min coldly, as if he could kill her with that look.

Cang Min couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Bo Xue hurriedly stepped forward to play a round: "Okay, okay, delay it any longer, the dishes are all cold, isn't it in vain?" ”

Qinghuan hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe Nanyang's face, and helped put the chessboard down and put the food on the table.

Bo Xue also sat down, and the four of them happened to gather around the small table, a little crowded, but it seemed warm and lively.

Qinghuan was setting the dishes and chopsticks, and Nan Yang's cold hand suddenly reached over and grabbed her hand.

Qinghuan hurriedly looked at Nanyang: "Master, what's wrong?" ”

Nan Yang's expression was embarrassed, his ears were very red, he raised his body slightly, leaned into Qinghuan's ear, and said softly: "There is snow in my collar, and I can't reach it." ”

When Nan Yang said this, his expression was very strict, but his ears were still very red, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

Qinghuan smiled, put down the things in his hand, moved his position, sat up on his knees, brushed the long black hair to Nan Yang's chest, carefully opened the fur collar on the back of Nan Yang's neck, and swept out the broken snow inside.

A little of the snow had melted, and the creamy skin that was revealed was a little red from the cold. Qinghuan lowered his head and took a gentle breath of hot air at the back of Nanyang's neck.

"Is it warm?"

Nan Yang's cheeks were flushed, and he didn't answer, taking Qinghuan's hand and letting her sit back beside him.

She didn't want to let go of Qinghuan's hand, so she directly picked up the chopsticks with her left hand to eat.

Qinghuan has always had a strange feeling when he looks at Nanyang Jiacai, but I don't know why. After thinking about it for a long time, Qing Huan suddenly realized that the master used his left hand. It's no wonder that Master always has a feeling of being half-paralyzed when he eats today......

Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, held Nan Yang's hand tighter, and kept helping Nan Yang pick up vegetables.

Cang Min ate and took a sip of the teacup: "Why are these dishes so sweet?" ”

Bo Xue also nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, four of the six dishes are sweet." Qinghuan, do you like to eat sweet food so much? ”

smiled lightly and glanced at Nanyang: "Does Master think it's delicious?" ”

"Okay." Nan Yang nodded with satisfaction, this dish was indeed to her liking.

The light smile deepened, and he didn't eat a few bites from beginning to end, patronizing the vegetables for Nanyang:

"Then I will often do it for Master in the future."