While thinking carefully about how to find an opportunity to find Liu Wuhe alone, Qing Huan slowly prepared the meal. She put the two bowls of rice and the dishes into the tray and carefully carried the tray back.

When she returned, it was much darker, and the wind blew into the cloister with the rain, and some fell on the back of her hand, and she did not notice.

Pushing open the door, Qinghuan carefully put the tray on the table, and then raised his eyes and scanned the room: "Master, ...... eat"

But there was no one in the house.

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and the fingers pinching the corner of the tray became stiff.

She went deep into the house in silence to make sure that there was no one in the room, then tightened her eyebrows and turned to leave the house, her eyes constantly looking around. For some reason, she didn't see Nan Yang, and her heart seemed to be missing a big piece suddenly, empty, and very insecure.

Qinghuan hurriedly turned a corner in the cloister, but she didn't want a familiar white-clothed figure to sit on the steps at the turn, half-leaning against the pillar, one hand around the curled knee, and the other holding something, as if drinking something.

Qinghuan stopped, and Nan Yang didn't notice that she was standing behind her. Qinghuan suddenly couldn't bear to disturb her, she stood quietly behind Nan Yang, quietly looking at Nan Yang's back. Such a move, from childhood to adulthood, she has done it to Nan Yang countless times, and just stared at her back without saying a word.

Every time she looked at Nan Yang, she would feel that time was not going to go at this moment, and it would be nice if time really didn't go. Let this beautiful woman stay in her sight forever.

Nan Yang placed the cup in his hand on the ground beside him, making a crisp sound of porcelain hitting the stone bricks. She picked up the flask with one hand and poured it into the empty glass.

Suddenly found that Nan Yang was actually drinking, and couldn't help but be taken aback, in her impression, Nan Yang never took the initiative to drink, because like herself, Nan Yang's alcohol consumption was not very good, and she couldn't drink more.

"Master......" Qinghuan called Nan Yang softly, stepped forward, and grabbed Nan Yang's wrist from behind to take the wine, "What's wrong?" Why did you suddenly start drinking? ”

Nanyang's eyes were slightly red from the wine, and the corners of his eyes were dyed with a light peach, and his eyes were full of soft halos, which were as beautiful as peach blossoms, and they were not as beautiful as mortals. She quietly watched Qinghuan holding her hand, and suddenly hummed a deep chuckle in her nose, and her good-looking lips stained with wine were slightly hooked at a tempting angle, and her voice was a little hoarse: "If you want to drink, just drink it." ”

When Qinghuan saw Nan Yang's appearance, her heart suddenly throbbed. Master has never shown this side, and now that he is so abnormal, he must be very sad in his heart.

"Master, did I make you angry?" Qinghuan's voice was very soft, and she bent down slightly and approached Nanyang.

“…… A long time ago, when you were young, you were as high as my chest...... It's so cute, stupid, I don't know anything...... Silly, you will do whatever I tell you to do...... Sometimes I deliberately say something to embarrass you, and you take it seriously, when you are disobedient, I pretend to be angry, and you are so nervous that you are immediately obedient......" Nan Yang muttered to himself, obviously drunk, and he didn't know how much he had drunk, "Why did the sky arrange it like this...... I have always obeyed the will of God, but why...... What will you do to me? ”

Qinghuan took the wine glass in Nan Yang's hand, held Nan Yang in his arms, and slowly stood up with her in his arms: "Master, I don't understand what you're talking about, you drank too much, let's go back first." ”

Nan Yang rested his head on Qinghuan's shoulder tiredly, still muttering: "Qinghuan ......"

"Yes, Master." Qinghuan put her tone to the gentlest and looked at Nan Yang's side face worriedly.

"I really...... I want to ...... with you Together, forever ......" Nan Yang's eyes suddenly turned red, and the water waves in her eyes were thicker, but she was wrinkled by her affection, like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, with a little ripple, "We...... Two...... Live a quiet life......"

"Master, you sue me, what's wrong? What's going on? Qinghuan's hand around Nan Yang became tighter and tighter, and when she saw Nan Yang like this, she almost felt that her heart was being Lingchi.

"You're mine alone, aren't you?" Nan Yang didn't seem to hear what Qing Huan said at all, but kept talking to himself.

"Yes, yes." Qinghuan replied gently.

Qinghuan helped Nan Yang back to the room, let her lean on the side of the bed, poured another cup of tea, and quickened her pace to bring it to Nan Yang.

She put the teacup against Nan Yang's lips and said softly, "Master, you drink a little." ”

Nan Yang just looked straight at Qinghuan's face, his eyes were almost greedy, and the feelings that had been buried in the depths of the past were leaked out after drinking. She didn't drink the tea in Qing Huan's hand, but raised her hand to wrap her arms around Qing Huan's neck, her lips approached Qing Huan's face, and gently kissed Qing Huan's eyes.

Nan Yang drank a lot of wine, and there was a faint aroma of wine on his body, especially in the slender neck closest to the tip of Qinghuan's nose, and the aroma of wine became more and more intense. Qing Huan couldn't help but poke the probe and licked it on Nanyang's neck.

Nan Yang snorted in his nose, his lips moved away from Qing Huan's eyes, and he hugged Qing Huan tightly. Except for Qinghuan, she has almost never hugged anyone so intimately in her life, and after hugging Qinghuan, she understands how addictive it is to hug each other hard, so down-to-earth and warm. It's like this world, after all, she is not alone to bear it, and when she is sad, she can be weak in front of this person without scruples.

But why, can't such days be longer?

Qinghuan caressed Nanyang's back like a soothing, and sighed leisurely. After hugging him for a long time, Nan Yang's breathing gradually calmed down, and he let go of Nan Yang lightly, looking at Nan Yang's quiet face, he couldn't help but smile and raised his hand to pinch Nan Yang's face: "Master actually has such a childish time." ”

Nan Yang lowered his head suddenly, as if he was not yet conscious. She moved her right hand slightly, and unconsciously whispered, "...... Hurt. ”

Qinghuan touched Nanyang's right hand and found that the gauze there was still wet and had not been changed. She frowned, hurriedly went to get the medicine box, and sighed while changing the gauze for Nanyang.

Nan Yang stared down at his right hand, and then moved his gaze to Qing Huan, who was hanging his head and concentrating on bandaging her, and suddenly said softly: "You are so annoying." ”

"Huh? What the? Qing Huan looked up at Nan Yang in confusion.

“…… It's annoying. Nan Yang turned her head, and the situation when Qinghuan and Miaoshan were together this morning came to mind, and then Qinghuan lied to her again.

"How can I hate it, Master, can I be reasonable?" chuckled and pinched Nanyang's face.

Nan Yang suddenly retracted his right hand and did not say a word.

Qinghuan had to say: "Okay, good, I hate it, I'm such a nasty big bastard." As she spoke, she grabbed Nan Yang's right hand again and continued to bandage it helplessly.

“…… Well. Nan Yang sullenly affirmed Qinghuan's statement.

"Master, you ...... Is there a ......" Qing Huan wanted to ask Nan Yang what he was hiding from her, but after thinking about it, in fact, there was no point in dwelling on these issues. The truth will always come out when it should come out, and it's best to go with the flow.

Either way, there will be a clear day when everything will be clear.

Qinghuan wrapped Nan Yang's right hand and slowly packed up the medicine box, Nan Yang's slender fingers suddenly covered her hand that was holding gauze.

"Master, what's the matter......" chuckled and patted the back of Nanyang's hand. Nanyang, who is not conscious now, seems to be coaxed to do anything.

“…… I want to sleep. Nan Yang said sullenly.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep after cleaning up, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked at Qing Huan, suddenly raised his hand and hooked his collar with his index finger, pulled it down, and then spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "...... I think...... Go to bed. ”

"Are you hinting at something to me, Master?" Qinghuan couldn't cry or laugh, and stiffly packed up the medicine box.

Nan Yang blinked at Qinghuan in a daze, put down his hand, and muttered again: "...... You're so nasty. ”

Qinghuan smiled at the corner of her lips, didn't say anything, and after quickly cleaning up her things on the bed, she pinched Nanyang's chin and let her open her mouth slightly, and then leaned down, poked the tip of her tongue in, and entangled with Nanyang.