Nan Yang got up early, and Qinghuan slept very deeply because he drank too much wine. She got up carefully and put on her clothes as little as she could make a sound.

Qing Huan suddenly lost something in her arms that she could hold, and she groped back and forth on the bed with some anxiety, until she felt Nan Yang's hand and held it tightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Yang looked at her sleeping face and suddenly pulled open a corner of the quilt.

Under the quilt, Qinghuan's body is like a beautiful jade, delicate and white, and the smooth skin shallowly wraps the slender bones, and each protruding bone has a delicate and beautiful outline. Nan Yang hung his head and quietly looked at the unclothed Qinghuan's body, his eyes seemed to be admiring a beautiful antique, or a calligraphy and painting of a generous house.

"Life is also confused, death is also confused, and stunners are confused...... Can't forget. Nan Yang muttered to himself as the sentence that suddenly flashed in his mind couldn't help but chuckle, "The stunner is confusing...... Stunners are confusing. ”

She leaned down and landed a shallow kiss on Qinghuan's collarbone.

After covering her with the quilt again, and carefully tucking the edges and corners to make sure that the cold air would not pour in through the gaps, Nanyang put on her boots and walked slowly to the door.

After closing the wooden door, Nan Yang opened an umbrella and looked at the snow that was falling more and more outside. She sighed suddenly.

After pausing outside the door for a while, she came back to her senses as if she had woken up from a big dream, and continued to walk towards the place where she was going.

By the time she tossed around in the kitchen for a while and came back with a tray, Qinghuan had already woken up.

Qing Huan didn't wear the dirty clothes inside, but just put on a wide middle coat at random outside, and was sleepily tying the side belt. She may not be conscious yet, and she is still continuing to tie her clothes and belts by her two dead knots.

"Wake up." Nan Yang said lightly.

Qing Huan was frightened and immediately opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly pulled the quilt over to cover his legs: "Master? ”

"What's wrong?" Nan Yang put the tray in his hand on the table, sat down at the table and poured tea.

"I ...... I haven't put on my pants yet......" Qinghuan had an embarrassed expression on her face, and while secretly watching Nan Yang drinking tea from the corner of her eye, she groped for her clothes in a panic on the bed.

"......" Nan Yang put down the teacup, got up and walked to the bed, pulled out Qinghuan's pants from under the quilt at the foot of the bed and handed them to her.

Qinghuan hurriedly took it and put on his pants under the cover of the quilt.

"Get dressed, come over for dinner." Nan Yang softened his gaze at her.

"Was I drunk yesterday?" Qinghuan cautiously climbed out of bed and followed Nan Yang to the table and sat down.

Nanyang nodded.

"Master...... Forgive me? ”

Nan Yang looked at her with an expressionless face: "What do you say?" ”

Qinghuan lowered her head in a daze, pulled open a little collar and looked at her chest.

"Ahem." Nan Yang coughed dryly, picked up the teacup and drank the tea in disguise. Her ears are pointy but have a tendency to flush.

"Ah...... I remembered, did I do a very debauched thing yesterday, and said a very debauched thing......" Qinghuan collapsed and buried his face in the palm of his hand, and sighed, "God, my image ......"

“…… When you were a kid and I helped you bathe with your bare ass, why didn't you talk to me about the image? Nan Yang teased.

"Ahem, what's that...... Let's eat, I've been hungry for days. Qinghuan hurriedly changed the topic and focused on the tray brought by Nan Yang. She lifted the upside-down bowls one by one on the plate, and the dishes inside were still steaming.

Nan Yang's eyes stared at Qing Huan's expression for a moment.

"This is Master's own doing, right?" Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh.

"How do you know?"

"Color, aroma, taste, these dishes are all available, and Jeonbuk Punishment can't find such a culinary genius," Qinghuan began to talk with a shy face, she picked up chopsticks and picked up a potato, "You just say this potato stick, it's ......"

Nan Yang glanced at Qinghuan coldly and interrupted her: "This is shredded potatoes." ”

With a shake of his hand, the potato stick fell back onto the plate.

Nan Yang clasped his hands to his chest and looked at her for a long time.

"It's okay, it's not good-looking, but maybe ......," chuckled reluctantly, and then tremblingly picked up the potato stick, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

After a while, a green tendon erupted on Qinghuan's neck, and it seemed that he swallowed it with difficulty. Nanyang handed her a cup of tea.

Qinghuan sighed, looked at Nan Yang, couldn't help but smile, raised his hand and touched Nan Yang's hair: "Master, let me do this kind of work in the future, you don't want to go to the kitchen." ”

"I'm sorry, I really want to cook for you, but ......," Nan Yang looked at the dishes on the table and said softly, "It's a little difficult, I can't do it well." ”

"It's okay, don't eat these, I'll go to the kitchen and cook you another meal." Comforting Nan Yang softly, she stood up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Nanyang sat quietly and watched her clean up. After a while, she suddenly asked, "When are you leaving?" ”

Qinghuan's movements paused, and after a while, he hooked the corners of his lips: "When do you want me to leave?" ”

"My thoughts can't influence you."

"Two more days, I'...... I'll come back to see you more often in the future. Qinghuan whispered.

In the end, I still can't keep it.

“…… Can't you stay with me all the time? ”

"No, Master." Qinghuan's affection fell, and she didn't dare to look at Nan Yang's eyes anymore, "...... I can't. ”

Nan Yang turned her head away, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"Let's go to the Library and have a look." Nan Yang suddenly said.

"The Library Pavilion?"

"Well, the Library Pavilion."

I Qinghuan GL

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Chapter 112