Su Yunge saw that Rong Qianxun was in the study this time, he was practicing calligraphy, and there was a faint fragrance of ink in the air. He held a wolf in his hand and swayed on the rice paper, and the tranquility was like a picture that lasted forever.

"You're here." Looking at Su Yunge who came through the door, Rong Qianxun raised his head and smiled, as if the three simple words had been familiar for a long time.

Su Yunge walked behind him and pulled the hosta off his head, and his black hair poured down instantly.

It was obviously such an abrupt action, but Rong Qianxun didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, and let Su Yunge move without moving.

This kind of trust of complete delivery inexplicably made Su Yunge bend the corners of his mouth.

His hair was running through her fingertips, like fine silk satin, so comfortable that people didn't want to put it down.

The light in his eyes became softer and softer, and he lightly pulled up Rong Qianxun's hair with the hosta that was connected with hollow gold wire, and he felt inexplicably satisfied.

"This hosta is for you." Su Yunge spoke softly.

Rong Qianxun smiled, her thin lips hooked slightly, and her warm eyes were full of joy.

"Yun Ge's choice is always good."

It was obviously an ordinary tone, but when he said it, there was a sense of pampering, which made Su Yunge's heart feel hot, and his earlobes were slightly red.

"Thank you, thank you, Secret Moon." As Su Yunge spoke, he naturally stood aside to Rong Qianxun and began to study ink.

"Let's not say thank you." Rong Qianxun looked at her ink-grinding movements, and her eyes were misty.

"Okay." In response, Su Yunge smiled lightly.

Her arms were raised slightly, so that the cuffs slipped down slightly, revealing slender wrists.

Hao's wrist is frosty and snowy, and the ten fingers are like green onions, slender and beautiful.

Just looking at this hand, it is already so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

"How long does it take for Yun Ge to detoxify himself?" Rong Qianxun suddenly asked.

As if there was no discomfort, and as if there was no abruptness, he asked so plainly.

When Su Yunge heard Rong Qianxun's question, there was no pause in the movement of grinding ink, and there was a moment of silence.

Sunlight refracted from the panes to the ground, scattering into a dappled light.

When Su Yunge heard Rong Qianxun's question, he suddenly felt that the question that he hadn't figured out for a long time was slowly becoming clear at this moment.

For example, she has always wondered why Rong Qianhiro is so good to her that she is almost spoiled, she clearly doesn't know each other, and she clearly doesn't have any anxiety, doesn't she?

There is no such thing as hate without a cause, nor is there love without a cause.

But she couldn't think of a reason even if she wanted to break her head, until Fang Cai, Rong Qianxun asked this sentence.

He knew that she had been poisoned, and because of the poisoning, there was a poisonous fetus on her face. But that's not the point, the point is that he's asking her how long it will take to detoxify herself.

On another level, he knew that she would detoxify, and she could detoxify.

Thinking of this, Su Yunge's eyes flashed slightly. She was sure that Su Yunge in the past did not know how to heal poison, and she had never shown this skill in this other world.

Except, that time.

On the day she first arrived, she cured herself of the medicine and relieved the pain of the poison for the stranger.

Thinking back to the recent situation of that day, I started with cold skin and those breathtaking eyes.

Stopped grinding and looked at Rong Qianhiro fixedly.

"It turned out to be you."