Feng Yin said: "I don't want them to only read and write articles, but I also hope that they can have the power to protect themselves in the future when they are in danger." ”

"Obey."

Ying Yi responded in a deep voice, "I promise to live up to the expectations of the little master." ”

As they spoke, they returned to the ground and came to the wooden door.

Without waiting for the wooden door to open, Feng Yin raised his hand: "Don't waste time, take me away." ”

"Offended."

As soon as Ying spoke, he held Feng Yin's shoulder with one hand, and disappeared into the cabin in an instant with a light tap under his feet.

As they moved, Feng Yin felt it again, and the dozens of powerful auras around the two of them followed.

She knew that this was just the guards who usually guarded the surroundings of Xiaoyu Village.

For these loyal guards, Feng Yin was grateful in his heart.

However, she did not show this gratitude at all.

Instead of saying useless words of gratitude now, it is better to give them a stable environment in the future when they are old.

It didn't take long for Feng Yin to be quietly sent back to Zhang's house.

Zhang Yiming was already sleeping unsteadily, and when he heard the wind, he woke up from his sleep.

I happened to see a figure disappear into the window, and the window was still tightly closed.

Inside, there is also a thin and petite figure approaching the edge of the kang.

"Groan?"

Zhang Yiming suppressed his voice and called softly.

"Hmm."

Feng Yin responded, standing a few steps away from the kang, wanting to let the cold on his body dissipate a little before going to the kang.

"Come here."

Zhang Yiming listened to her response, his hand stretched out from the quilt, and although his voice was low, his tone could not be refuted.

Feng Yin instinctively approached and stretched out her hand.

As soon as Zhang Yiming grasped her cold little hand with slight force, he pulled her to the edge of the kang: "Hurry up and warm up." ”

"Got it."

The temperature on her hand was warm to her heart, and Feng Yin responded gently, raising her feet and getting on the kang.

Zhang Yiming lifted his quilt: "Come in." ”

Feng Yin was slightly stunned, withdrew his hand and said, "No, it's too cold on my body, just warm up on my side first." ”

As she spoke, she took off her thick padded jacket and jacket, and wore only close-fitting clothes to get into her bed.

After lying down, she still hadn't forgotten to raise her hand to cover her cold and numb ears.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Yiming hurriedly put his quilt on hers, and he also got closer, and took her in his arms together with the quilt.

Without waiting for Feng Yin to speak, he explained: "Help you warm up, and I'll leave when you're warm." ”

Feng Yin: "...... Whatever you want. ”

When the words fell, she added: "Do you know where I was taken today?" ”

Zhang Yiming patted her lightly: "Rest first, and then we'll talk slowly when we're rested." ”

Although he was curious about what she had been through tonight and what she had seen.

However, Feng Yin's body was what he cared more about, so he held back his curiosity, patted her gently, and gently hummed a lullaby in his nose.

Smelling the breath of the man and listening to the soft tune, Feng Yin, who was still in high spirits, fell asleep quickly.

Listening to the even breathing of the woman in his arms, the corners of Zhang Yiming's lips raised a soft arc.

The arms around the woman's body tightened, and she fell asleep peacefully.

In the morning, Feng Yin was awakened by the heat.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the man's elegant and delicate face was almost attached to my own.

The man's breath is entangled with his own, and he can't tell who is whom.

Such an ambiguous situation made Feng Yin's old face hot, as if it was burned.

The heartbeat also became rapid, as if it was about to burst out of the chest, not to mention how violent.