The moment Jun Moying stepped out of the room, the restless factor in his body finally calmed down a little, but if he really extinguished them all, it was absolutely impossible.

He thinks that he has never been a person who is heavy on lust, but every time he meets her, he really seems to have fallen into an evil spirit, and he can't control himself at all.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his breathing was still heavy, and he came to the backyard of the inn almost in a moment, and he didn't bother to call Li Detong, so he fetched two buckets of water from the well and poured it directly on himself.

Although he is a person who practices martial arts, after all, this is the cold winter of Layue, but he seems to not feel the cold temperature, and all his movements are so fast that he does not hesitate at all. I don't know if I deliberately used this to cool down and put out the fire, or if my mind was already so chaotic that I forgot about the qiē around me, or both.

After touching a cup of tea, Jun Moying finally calmed down, and the tightness in his lower abdomen slowly faded.

He let out a long breath.

Under the light moonlight, the man's figure was stretched very long.

All around him were splashes of water from his movements, wet, blending with the shadow of his long body, but there was no loneliness in this silent winter night. The side face dripping with water droplets does not have the slightest wolf bèi state, it is still angular, handsome, and the relaxation between the eyebrows even gives people a faint and soft and hazy feeling.

After returning to the room to change his clothes, he came to Feng Qian's door again, and to Jun Moying's surprise, the little thing hadn't slept yet, but the room was lit up with a dim light.

His eyes froze slightly.

When I pushed the door in, I saw the little thing sitting alone on the inside of the bed, with his back to the direction of the door, looking at the wind chimes hanging in the corner of the bed by the candle flame, and desperately stuffing plum blossom cakes into his mouth.

"Shallow, why haven't you slept yet?"

When the man's low voice sounded behind him, Feng Qian's back stiffened slightly.

She turned her head, the expression on her face indecipherable whether she was surprised or delighted.

It's just that when her eyes touched the purple robe on the man's body, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her chewing cheeks stopped, and she swelled there.

After a long while, she swallowed the things in her mouth, and said in an unkind tone: "Why are you here again?" ”

Did you really use her as a pillow?

In fact, she wanted to say that since they were all gone, since they were all gone to find Concubine Xi, what were they going to do when they came back? Do you really have to hold her to sleep?

Even so, my aunt and grandmother won't serve anymore!

In these years, the pillow is also a human right!

Jun Moying was stunned, and suddenly didn't understand where her anger came from.

He didn't stop walking towards her, and it wasn't until he finally stood beside her that he raised an eyebrow as if suddenly.

"Little thing, I didn't feel good just now. Don't be angry, okay? ”

Jun Moying stretched out her hand and wanted to pat her head as usual, but this time, Feng Qian shrank back and dodged.

Jun Moying's hand froze there.

He just thought that the little thing was a little temper with him, and now it seems that this is not the case. Looking at her hateful gaze, it was clear that she was the one who snatched the last piece of plum blossom cake from her plate.

"What's wrong with shallow, huh?"

Jun Moying sat down on the edge of the bed, and the hand that had not yet withdrawn was stretched out towards her relentlessly.