Ai Qiaoqiao got into the carriage.

There was a faint smell of wine in the car.

Ye Liyan sat a little lazily behind the low table, and his purple cloak was untied by him and thrown aside.

The long black hair was tucked behind him, he held the wine glass in one hand, and looked at it with deep eyes, and the brilliance that flowed out in an instant made people dare not look directly.

Even Ai Qiaoqiao herself couldn't figure it out, she wasn't afraid of him.

However, the other party's body naturally exudes a breathtaking momentum and condensation.

Sure enough, they're not the same kind of people!

I sighed silently in my heart.

"Childe, you called me?"

"Sit down." Ye Liyan lazily pointed to the opposite seat with his chin in his hand.

Ai Qiaoqiao sat down generously.

She is not everyone's lady, and she doesn't care that there are only two of them in the car at the moment.

Ye Liyan picked up the fish on the plate with chopsticks and turned over.

"Eat." He handed over new chopsticks.

Ai Qiaoqiao was stunned.

She really didn't expect that Ye Liyu would leave her half of the fish.

"What, don't want to eat it?" Ye Liyan tasted the wine, I don't know if it was because of the smell of wine, and there was a thin layer of drunkenness in his eyes.

Ai Qiaoqiao laughed a few times, picked up the chopsticks and picked the fattest piece of fish.

Ye Liyan propped his elbows on the table, watching Ai Qiaoqiao gulp happily.

"You've learned to cook before?" Seeing that she had eaten about the same amount, Ye Liyan asked.

"I learned it from my father." Ai Qiaoqiao did not hide her life experience, and briefly told her about it.

Her father opened a small restaurant in a small town, and their family of three was originally very happy, her father was a good cook, and her mother was ingenious, gentle and virtuous.

One night, however, a group of people broke into their house, seriously injuring her father and scaring her mother into a state of insanity.

The hotel was forced to close, and her father barely survived in his hospital bed for a few days before he died.

Before she died, she said that she wanted to return to her hometown, and it happened that her father's clan came to the door, so she accompanied her mother back to her father's hometown.

Unexpectedly, on the way, someone actually tried to kill her, forcibly fed her poison, said she was dead, and abandoned her on the side of the road.

Remembering the voice she heard that night......

At that time, there were only her and her mother in the car, as well as the second aunt Zhong who accompanied them back to Xiaofang Village in Chuanziling, and then the driver who drove the car.

Ai Qiaoqiao couldn't help but purse her lips.

I don't know what happened to her mother now, she really can't figure out why her second aunt did it to her.

Although there was no evidence that her second aunt had harmed her, she could not think of anyone else who would have done so under the circumstances.

Seeing the corners of her mouth gradually tense, Ye Liyan pushed the wine glass in front of her, turned around and pulled out a piece of clothing from the cabinet next to her and threw it to her.

"Huh?" Ai Qiaoqiao's train of thought was interrupted, and she looked blankly at the clothes that the other party threw into her arms.

A purple robe is the clothes of the night.

"Childe, this is ......"

"I changed, and I was prone to catching a cold when I slept in wet clothes." Ye Liyan said lightly, and then called to listen to the wind and rain to come in and clean up the dishes.

Ai Qiaoqiao wanted to refuse, she had no clothes to change these days, and she didn't have a chance to bathe, if she really wore this dress, she was afraid that she wouldn't want this dress in the future.

But then I thought about it, who was Ye Li, how could he be missing such a dress.

So Ai Qiaoqiao thanked him generously, took his clothes and went out to find a place where no one was around.

The rain had stopped, and Ai Qiaoqiao's wet clothes were baked by the fire, and a simple tent was set up by listening to the wind and rain, and Ai Qiaoqiao slept until midnight and woke up with urine.

Got up and went to the back of the carriage in a daze.

The night breeze was full of damp rain.

A gust of wind blew in his face, and Ai Qiao happened to smell a strange smell of oil.

Hey? This taste is ...... Knife oil?

Her father was a cook himself, so the family always maintained the knives properly, and when she grew up, she took care of them herself.

So how could she be wrong about this taste.

Suddenly, she shuddered.

What does this smell mean in the wilderness?