Lan Keman closed his eyes tremblingly, but he felt his fingertips touch softly between her seals like spring breeze and rain:

"What's wrong with you? Man'er, can you feel unwell? I was in a hurry, so I didn't chill you, did I? ”

The corners of Lan Keman's mouth finally inhaled air, and she moved towards the inside of the chair in shame, pointing to the carved seat next to her and said:

"Get up quickly, sit there, let's talk, okay?"

The voice was like a mosquito, and the tone was like a whisper, Ling Xingyue was stunned again after hearing this, Fang stood up and sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

Reaching into his arms, he took out the snow lotus that Lan Keman's fingertips had caressed lightly, and handed it to Lan Keman's hand.

Lan Keman almost exclaimed in surprise when he saw it, and said in a hurry:

"Why did you pick it up, it's a pity, then wouldn't it die soon?!"

Ling Xingyue's eyebrows unconsciously carried a hint of a smile:

"I've already used my spiritual power to help it, not only will it not die, but it will live longer than when it was in a flower pot!"

Lan Keman put his heart down, stood up and inserted the flower into a glass emerald bottle, and when he came back, he took the lamb cashmere hood and cloak that he often wore in his hand, handed it to Ling Xingyue, and motioned for him to put it on, don't waste his spiritual power anymore.

In fact, as long as Ling Xingyue is not with Lan Keman, or as long as he is not related to Lan Keman, even he himself will basically not easily consume his spiritual power to do anything, because for the spirit cat clan, spiritual power is something more precious than its life, because spiritual power predicts everything about this spirit clan.

But as long as the matter involves Lan Keman, Ling Xingyue doesn't seem to have any rules and restrictions, anytime, anywhere, as long as Lan Keman needs it, he will take it out and use it immediately, just like running water, he doesn't care.

Ling Xingyue smiled warmly, and then Lan Keman handed over the cloak, but he didn't put it on, just stood up slyly, only put the cloak back into Lan Keman's hand, and then looked down at her with red eyes, waiting for her to put it on him personally.

Lan Keman's face is blue and beautiful, although her cheeks are crimson now, she still can't hide the graceful demeanor between her eyebrows, and the white mist-like moonlight sprinkles on her slightly frowning eyebrows, which makes it difficult to see.

Ling Xingyue sighed in her heart:

"Man'er, I don't know if these civet demon blood I gave you are a blessing or a curse for you! Although you have become more beautiful, even impossible to see, but in my heart, you are as beautiful as the one who accompanies me by the bamboo forest. ”

Lan Keman couldn't, she always couldn't refuse in the face of Ling Xingyue's arbitrary behavior, so she had to tremble in the depths of her arms and wrists, wrap around Ling Xingyue's neck, and carefully stroke the black jade hair on his back, and carefully tie the warm cloak for him.

At this time, Ling Xingyue suddenly put her lips on Lan Keman's ear and said:

"I like the smell of vines on these clothes!"

Lan Keman's cheeks suddenly became even hotter, trying to use his hand as a fan to get rid of the heat on his face, but under the gaze of Ling Xingyue's rippling spring water, he lowered his eyelashes and lowered his head, and his cheeks became hotter and hotter, almost hot to the air in his ears.

Ling Xingyue reached out and touched Lan Keman's cheek, like a cat smoothing her hair, her fingertips slid down and slowly lifted Lan Keman's chin:

"I like your shy appearance the most, don't bow your head, can you show me?"

Lan Keman's face was already hot and red, and he was unwilling, he lowered half of his eyes, and saw the half-moon moonlight outside the window, and through the window, the cold jade was shining on the corner of the ground.

Suddenly, Lan Keman seemed to remember something, and looked at Ling Xingyue with a little anger and asked in surprise:

"How do you know my bedroom is in this tent?! And how do you know that there is no one else in my room right now? How do you know I haven't fallen asleep? Don't...... Are you stalking me? Still coming into my house to spy on me? ”

Ling Xingyue was also shocked in his heart, his face paused slightly, although his eyebrows pretended to be indifferent, taking advantage of the soft and dark moonlight, he was not noticed by Lan Keman's explanation that was rapidly spinning in his heart, but the fingertips moved slightly, and he didn't know that he was stained with a tea stain on the table that had not dried.

After a while, he finally spoke:

"Are you angry?"

Although Lan Keman was angry in his mouth, he somehow knew in his heart that when he treated him like this, a trace of joy and excitement erupted violently under his subconscious.

She saw that Ling Xingyue had been thinking about it for a long time and finally didn't give herself a quibble, knowing that he must have panicked because of his anger, and he didn't feel that his heart softened, so the excitement in his heart was released a little in his tone:

"Do you come every day? So what have you heard? Do I talk in my dreams? ”

At the end of the question, there was already a slight smile.

Ling Xingyue's heart suddenly felt steady, so his usual cunning appeared on his cheeks again, and the answer did not reveal a trace of remorse:

"The night is so long, if I don't come to see you, what else can I do?"

That seemed to be taken for granted at the end.

Lan Keman was slightly embarrassed and lifted his left cheek with his wrist close to Ling Xingyue's side, and pretended to ask casually:

"So do you mean you come every day? Or how often do you come? I mean, except when I fainted and fell unconscious, you must have been worried about my well-being when you came over at that time, I can understand that. ”

"Coming almost every night."

Ling Xingyue replied with a smile.

Lan Keman turned around abruptly, stunned:

"Why?"

"When you're asleep, Tebi is interesting," Ling Xingyue said matter-of-factly.

"You're always muttering, and you're still talking...... Talk about cute dreams. ”

"Oh my God!" Lan Keman accidentally screamed, and suddenly felt a warm palm gently covering his mouth, and then a burst of heat hit his ears:

"Do you want to wake up Xiaoyu?!"

The hot Lan Keman's earlobes were numb, his cheeks were hot and hot, he changed his sitting posture, closed his soft little mouth, and waited for Ling Xingyue to take the hot palm away, and then he was really a little annoyed:

"How can you do this?! It's ...... It's just the work of the disciples! ”

The expression on Ling Xingyue's face instantly became a little annoyed:

"Are you mad at me?"

There was a hint of caution in the tone, looking at Lan Keman timidly but affectionately, the starlight in his eyes, the slight wind, the light was uncertain, but the tone was slightly raised:

"Huh~? Man'er, you look at me and talk to me. ”

Lan Keman felt a little out of breath, Ling Xingyue must have heard the anger in that voice:

"It depends!"