"Master, what are you dragging me for?" Qinghuan didn't look back at Nanyang, she felt sour and astringent in her heart.

Nan Yang opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, she came back to her senses, and only then began to regret why she had subconsciously made this action. What does this mean? Retain? How is she going to get down the stairs?

Qing Huan wanted to withdraw her hand, but Nan Yang felt Qing Huan's movements, and couldn't help but grasp her hand tighter.

"Master...... What do you want to do? Qinghuan turned around and looked at Shang Nanyang.

Nan Yang paused, his eyes dodging: "I...... I should have asked you, in the middle of the night...... What are you doing here? ”

"It's nothing, I made a mistake, so I'm going back now." Qinghuan said lightly.

"Hmm......" Nanyang was speechless for a while, but he didn't want to let go lightly, and he didn't know why. She lowered her eyes and saw the other phoenix feather sword on Qing Huan's waist, and asked in a low voice, "This sword...... Is it easy to use? ”

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved down, and when he saw Feng Yu Sword, his heart tightened with pain.

"Well, it's very handy, the sword that Uncle Rong Huai gave me is naturally very good."

While Nan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. She slowly let go of Qinghuan's hand and said slowly:

"If you say yes, that's it."

Qinghuan's heart tightened, and she grabbed Nanyang with her backhand and hugged her into her arms.

Nan Yang habitually didn't fit in, struggled slightly, and lightly clasped Nan Yang's back, and said in a low voice: "Don't move, let me hug it." ”

Nan Yang closed her eyes, her hands hanging weakly at her sides, the guilt in her heart and her disapproval of the ethics and morality of this behavior were about to swallow her, and her eyes were sore and painful when she closed them.

"Master, are you healed?" Qinghuan pressed to Nan Yang's ear and asked gently.

"Okay......" Nan Yang bit her lip tightly, why, as long as she was touched by Qinghuan, she had the urge to cry?

"Who was that guy just now? Young Valley Lord? Are you all familiar with each other? Qinghuan asked softly.

"With you...... It has nothing to do with ......" Nan Yang forcibly endured the sour feeling in his nasal cavity, and his voice trembled a little.

Qinghuan smiled again: "Very good...... It has nothing to do with me...... Nothing to do with me......"

Nan Yang made a hard effort and pushed Qinghuan away: "Enough, you can go." ”

Qinghuan's eyes were red, holding back her tears, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Nan Yang's shoulders, and turned around and pushed Nan Yang against the wall, her face approaching Nan Yang.

Nan Yang didn't resist, his jaw kept trembling, and a tear overflowed from his closed eyes, sliding down his cheek.

The tip of Qing Huan's nose almost touched the tip of Nan Yang's nose, but it stopped. Is she forcing Master? She loves Master so much, she can't see Master being wronged the most, and now, is she forcing Master like this?

"I'm sorry......" Qinghuan's voice choked, his hands trembled and touched Nan Yang's face, his forehead against Nan Yang's forehead, "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

"Light Huan ......" Nan Yang opened his eyes, revealing a pair of light brown pupils like clear tea, "Junqiao...... Just my friend ......"

"......" Qinghuan hugged Nan Yang and buried her face in Nan Yang's shoulder socket, like she did many times when she was a child, when she was most vulnerable, she was used to burying Nan Yang's shoulder and crying.

"Master...... I'm so tired, I'm so tired, do you know that in Hongfei Pavilion, I have to read a lot of books every day, and I have to practice swords for a long, long time, but when I'm tired, I don't have a place to cry, to cheat, to complain...... Master...... I miss you so much, I really miss you...... Why don't you want me when I grow up...... Why is the person I am most attached to has nothing to do with me...... "The more Qinghuan cried, the more sad she became, and the tears became more and more, soaking Nanyang's white clothes.

Nan Yang gently patted Qinghuan's back, she was sad for Qinghuan's sadness, but she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to face it and face it.

She really hasn't gotten along with Qinghuan for too long. She ignored a lot, ignored Qinghuan's hard work, ignored that she was just a child, and even ignored her growth from a child to the present.

"It's getting late, stay in Rongkuge and sleep tonight." Nan Yang said softly.

Nan Yang walked to his dormitory, walked to the door, and found that Qing Huan was still following behind. She looked back: "Why don't you go back to your own bedroom to sleep?" ”

Qinghuan looked straight at Nanyang, didn't speak, and his eyes were red like a rabbit.

Nan Yang sighed: "Come in." ”

Qinghuan obediently followed Nan Yang into the dormitory. The maids in Nanyang's dormitory were not surprised by Qinghuan, a regular visitor, and they also knew what to say and what not to say, so they withdrew very brightly before Nanyang could tell them.

"Go to bed obediently, be quiet, and don't talk." Nan Yang gave a brief order, looked at Qinghuan, hesitated, slowly touched his belt, and slowly took off his robe.

Qing Huan thoughtfully looked away, unbuttoned his robe, and carefully put the phoenix feather sword aside.

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan a little awkwardly, and got on the bed again. She had slept with Qinghuan many times before, but that was when their relationship was very pure, and now this little cub and herself have made clear her impure thoughts, and they can still sleep in the same bed, it is indeed ......

Nan Yang saw that Qinghuan took off his robe and climbed into bed, and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you ...... I told the maid to bring another quilt ......"

"Does Master dislike me very much? Didn't they all sleep under a quilt before? Qinghuan disagreed, and got into the only quilt on the bed.

Nan Yang was speechless, so he had to lie down quietly and keep a palm-length distance from Qinghuan.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

After a long time, Qinghuan sneezed lightly, and his tone was strangely aggrieved: "Master, you are so far away from me, and the quilt has entered the wind." The night of the Northern Punishment is not as cold as the Central Plains. ”

When Nan Yang heard this, he had no choice but to move to Qinghuan's side, and silently stretched out his hand to pull the horn up for Qinghuan.

Qinghuan quickly grabbed Nan Yang's hand and hummed softly: "Your hands are so cold, do you still take care of me?" ”

Nan Yang felt that his ears were a little hot again, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

Qinghuan grabbed Nan Yang, turned over, and got into Nan Yang's arms directly, firmly hugging her slender waist. Under the thin fabric, you can vaguely feel the well-defined and good-looking abdominal muscles.

"Master...... Is my body warm......" Qinghuan muttered softly.

Nan Yang raised his hand and touched his hot cheek, not daring to answer, but he didn't avoid Qinghuan's contact.

"If you're still satisfied...... Just sleep with me obediently......" After muttering this, Qing Huan found a comfortable position in Nanyang's arms, closed his eyes and concentrated on sleeping.

For a long time, Nan Yang still couldn't sleep, but there was already a sound of light and long breathing in his ears, obviously the little stove in his arms had fallen asleep.

Nan Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head slightly, carefully covered Qinghuan's exposed arm into the quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt to prevent the cold night wind from blowing in.

At the end, Nan Yang gently put his hand on Qinghuan's back and closed his eyes quietly.