Out of the wind-chasing fast, Zhuge Wuwei did not take the carriage, but asked Aoba to push him back to the house directly, because once he took the carriage, it meant that he had to put down the person in his arms.

The evening breeze was silent, a little cool on his body, afraid that the person in his arms would be frozen, he hugged Yun Jinghua tighter, and a pair of eyes kept locking her face, as if he couldn't see enough, his eyes were gentle and pitying.

Aoba has deep internal strength, the wheelchair is pushed very smoothly, and there is no bump at all, looking down at the two people in the wheelchair, he can't help but feel a little emotional.

Compared with the past, his master has really changed a lot, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and anger, his master, should be happy now, right? If they are happy, he will protect their happiness and will never let anyone destroy it!

This night, the night was hazy, and the sound of the wheels rolling over the ground turned into that quiet lullaby, breaking into Yun Jinghua's dream, and making her sleep the most restful sleep since she was reborn.

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When the group returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was late at night, Ren Qingye carried the weight of the two people into the mansion, Zhuge Wuwei thought to himself, one day, he would stand up, hold her with both hands, and walk in from the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion in person, without the help of any outsiders.

When he came to Seifuen, when Aoba pushed him to the room where he was going to live, he opened his mouth to stop Aoba and looked at the person in his arms with a flash of darkness in his eyes.

He knew that Aoba had a ghost eye and wanted him to get her drunk, since he complied with Aoba at that time, he didn't let Aoba immediately change it to a wine glass, and now she was drunk, although he was drunk, not him, he still brought her back to the house according to his thoughts, how could he let go of such a good opportunity?

There are too many potential peach blossoms around her, a Mo Ziqian has been reluctant to give up for her, and the attention to her has become more and more unusual recently, and tonight, Huangfu Shenghua has also seen her demeanor, maybe one day she will be hooked away from her soul, if he lets her stay so far away from him like this, maybe one day she will really be snatched away, who will he cry to?

Let her go in this room, she will leave immediately when she wakes up tomorrow morning, how could he let her go?

Having made up his mind, Zhuge Wuwei said: "Go next door." ”

Aoba raised his eyebrows, silently turned the direction of the wheelchair, and went to Zhuge Wuwei's bedroom.

After entering the house and coming to the bedside, Zhuge Wuwei ordered: "Go and get a basin of hot water, and then bring the footbasin and footcloth." ”

After Qingye left, Zhuge Wuwei gently put Yun Jinghua on the bed, took off her shoes and socks for her, and then looked at her fixedly, wondering what her reaction would be when she woke up tomorrow morning and found that the two of them shared the same bed, whether it was to slap him in the face or kick him out of bed.

Thinking of the picture of himself being kicked out of bed, Zhuge Wuwei frowned, and his intuition was that the picture was not very elegant, he had to find a way to put an end to it, otherwise, if he let Aoba come in and carry him to bed later, there would really be no place for his face from now on.

It wasn't until Qingye came back with the basin and went out to get the footbasin and footcloth that Zhuge Wuwei came back to his senses, bent over and twisted the face towel for her to carefully and gently wipe the thin sweat on her face because of drunkenness, and even took her neck and hands without missing them, and wiped them carefully.

When Aoba came back with the footbasin and hot water, he didn't say anything about the scene in front of him, and after putting down the footbasin, he quietly retreated outside the room, closed the door and carefully guarded it, waiting for the dispatch.

Wiping her face and hands, Zhuge Wuwei adjusted her sleeping position on the bed, put her feet in the water at just the right temperature, and scrubbed it carefully.

Her feet are round and white and tender, not long or short, the size is just right, it looks very beautiful, Zhuge Wuwei washed and washed, thinking of the old husbands and wives who lived in the mountains and depended on each other, and returned home to wash each other's feet after a busy day, and couldn't help but look up at her who was sleeping soundly and sleepless.

He was willing to wash her, but he would wait until the day when she was willing to wash his feet and pour water for him.

Looking at it, Zhuge Wuwei chuckled and shook his head, fished out her feet from the water and dried them carefully before putting them on his lap, and moved the footbasin away before adjusting her sleeping position for her to lie down, and pulling the quilt over to cover her.

Then Zhuge Wuwei also cleaned his face and washed his feet, and under the peek of Qingye who pretended to be calm but trembled with excitement, he said coldly: "Go out, close the door, if you have nothing to do, you can sleep too, don't sleep in the wrong place, sleep in your own room, don't come out in the middle of the night and wander around." ”

Aoba's heart, liver and lungs trembled, and he hurriedly responded: "Yes, the subordinates obey the order, if it weren't for the sky falling, the subordinates would never dangle in front of the master!" Then he brushed a cigarette and disappeared.

Afraid that someone would come to knock on the door early in the morning and push the door in, Zhuge Wuwei raised his hand and waved his hand, plugged in the latch of the door and locked it.

After making these preparations, Zhuge Wuwei's heart was pounding, and he was so nervous for the first time in his life.

His eyes drooped, he slowly got on the bed with his hands on the edge of the bed, and lay down next to Yun Jinghua, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Hopefully, tomorrow morning, someone won't wake up and think about killing him......

The room was quiet, and after about an hour of incense passed, Yun Jinghua, who was asleep, suddenly turned over, and stretched his hand around Zhuge Wuwei's waist, and he who had just come to sleep suddenly woke up, and looked to the side in a panic, thinking that she was awake.

After waiting for a while, he found that her eyes were still closed and her breathing was steady, and there was no sign of waking up at all, Zhuge Wuwei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her pounding heart slowly calmed down.

The two were very close, almost leg to leg, because they were too nervous, Zhuge Wuwei didn't pay attention, and when he relaxed, he realized that his arm seemed to be against a strangely soft place.

He was stunned, and when he realized what he was against, his face, which was indifferently like a snow lotus, turned red, red to the root of his ears, and he felt that the place where his arm was against the soft place was strangely hot, like a fire.

Afraid of waking her up, he cautiously moved to the edge of the bed, widening the distance between his arm and hers, but because her hand was around his waist, he didn't dare to move too much, so he only dared to move a little distance.

The arm finally became less hot, but it seemed that the part of the heat had been transferred to other places, and Zhuge Wuwei felt that his body was inexplicably hot.

He tried to take a few deep breaths, the heat on his body lessened slightly, and then he turned to look at her, his eyes flowing with mist.

Her eyebrows are beautiful, her closed eyes are beautiful, her nose is beautiful, and her gently closed lips are of magnificent color, like ripe berries, bright and dripping, tempting to pick.

Zhuge Wuwei looked at it, his eyes couldn't help but darken a little, his breathing became heavy, and his body began to feel hot again.