The night wind rose, and the first quarter moon slowly fell down the willow tops, hidden in the darkness.

The hall of the Residence finally fell silent.

On the finely carved eight-pillar dragon bed, the man slowly got up, pulled over the crumpled brocade quilt in the corner, and wrapped the petite woman tightly.

"Kite." He leaned over her and hugged her, whispering in a mute voice.

Of course, he did not get any response.

The thick brocade quilt was held in my arms, and it was soft and comfortable. It's not like when you hold her alone, a handful of bones are so hard that your hands are stubborn.

Lu Li's brows tightened.

He remembered in a trance that she wasn't so thin before. She has always been very greedy, with a round face, and two shallow dimples when she laughs, and often looks silly.

Now that she looked closely, her face seemed to be a little smaller than before, her chin had become pointed, and her fingers had lost their previous soft touch.

The dimples were even deeper—but she hadn't really laughed in a long time, and it was rare to see such an intoxicating dimple.

Lu Li's fingers stayed in the position of the laughing nest for a long time, and suddenly pressed down heavily.

There, the redness and swelling were still visible.

Su Qingyuan was in pain in her dream, her already frowning brows twitched, and a low mutter came out of her throat.

Lu Li got up and walked to the end of the bed, took the handkerchief and dipped it in some warm water, and wiped it carefully on that little face.

The sleeping little woman was very well-behaved, but the wet mark at the corner of her eye couldn't be wiped off.

The wet streak spread to the pillow, revealing a circle of dark marks, expanding outward little by little.

Lu Li's heart suddenly became irritable.

He stood up abruptly and slammed the handkerchief into the basin, making a large splash.

"I cried in my dreams...... What else would you do besides crying? He pinched the corner of his pointed chin and asked viciously.

Of course, no one answered him.

Eventually, he endured his anger and found the ointment from the cupboard and smeared it on his haggard face.

After all, she is nominally the Queen Mother, and she has a big slap mark on her face, which is really hard to see - he said to himself in his heart.

The excessively pale little face was covered with brown ointment, and it looked a little funny. Lu Li involuntarily hooked the corners of his lips, and his fingertips slid to the center of her eyebrows, rubbing them gently.

It's not a good thing for girls to frown. If there are wrinkles in the center of the eyebrows, how will you apply them in the future?

I don't know how long it took, but the candles at the bedside had burned out one after another. Lu Li helped Su Qingyuan tuck the quilt again, put down the tent and walked out.

Outside the hall, the night watchman shrank in the most inconspicuous corner, blending in with the thick night. The shadows of the trees were jagged, swaying in the dim light.

Lu Li stood under the corridor for a moment, and a chuckle sounded behind him: "It's not easy, the Spring Festival tent is warm, you are still willing to ......"

Lu Li quickly turned around and grabbed the man's shoulder accurately: "I think you're tired of being alive!" ”

"Hey, you—" The man screamed.

Lu Li frowned, immediately reached out to cover the other party's mouth, and dragged him into the side hall.

"Haha, Lu Li, are you afraid of waking her up...... It turns out that you will also pity the jade? I thought you were just going to destroy the flowers! The exaggerated smiling face under the candlelight was the same Duan Ran who had escaped from the catastrophe before.

Lu Li looked at him coldly, his face was as dark as the night sky outside: "Don't think that if you are the orphan of the general of the chariot, I won't kill you!" ”