March Country, General's Mansion, Shizi's Bedroom.

In the dark of the night.

The small milk bag carved in pink and jade hugs Qianming's slender waist tightly.

Qian Ming opened his eyes and couldn't see the face of the little milk bag clearly.

He reached out and tried to break his fingers open.

The little milk bag trembled, and her fingers hugged Qianming's thin waist tightly.

Qian Ming grinded his teeth slightly, opened his lips with a gloomy gaze, and bit the milky neck of the little milk bag.

Xiao Nibao's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were closed, her nose was wrinkled, her fingers still didn't let go of Qianming, she lowered her head and rubbed it into Qianming's arms.

Whew, it's so comfortable, my brother is really better than Anshenxiang.

Thinking so, the corners of the little milk bag curled slightly.

It didn't take long for the little milk bag to fall asleep.

Qianming's fingers touched the head of the little milk bag, and his eyes were full of murderous anger.

Heh, it's time to kill this guy who doesn't know what it is.

Qian Ming did not hesitate at all, and pinched the neck of the little milk bag.

The little milk bag woke up in pain, raised his head, and looked at Qianming with misty eyes.

She has feline vision and can see clearly in the night.

Seeing the murderous look in Qianming's eyes, the little milk bag sighed, let go of Qianming's waist, stretched out two soft hands with skin like snow, hugged Qianming's slender neck, and then snorted and kissed Qianming's chin.

Qian Ming's eyes froze.

Feeling the wetness of the little milk bag kissing on the chin, the hand instantly let go of the neck of the little milk bag.

The neck of the little milk bag was released, and he raised his hand and touched his neck in fear.

"Brother, don't be angry, okay, Crispy didn't climb the bed on purpose." The little milk bag's voice is soft and waxy.

Qian Ming was a little confused.

Half a day.

Qian Ming sorted out his thoughts, and just wanted to raise his foot and kick off the little milk bag that hugged his waist again, the little milk bag suddenly left Qian Ming, snapped, and jumped out of bed.

"Brother, you are afraid of the dark, can you light the lamp~"

Qian Ming squinted his eyes, and before he could make a sound, the little milk bag walked to the candlestick and lit a few lamps.

Qian Ming saw the face of the little milk bag clearly.

The little milk bag has a baby face and a pair of apricot eyes that are clear and innocent.

Her cheeks bulged, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she was about to cry.

Qian Ming was stunned for a moment, got up and sat on the bed.

looked at the little milk bag with cold eyes, her red lips were gently opened, and her tone was light: "Who are you, why did you climb into bed late at night?" "In his last life, no one had ever dared to climb his bed.

The little milk bag took a step and fell step by step, and came to the front of Qianming.

Hmph, my brother is so bad that he doesn't even hug me.

Thinking of this, Xiao Milk Bao raised his fingers to reach Qianming's arm.

Qian Ming avoided the hand of the little milk bag.

The little milk bag's eyes were wet, and her voice was aggrieved: "Does my brother hate crispy?" Crispy didn't climb the bed on purpose, Crispy climbed into her brother's bed because she had nightmares lately. ”

Speaking of this, the little milk bag climbed onto the bed and threw herself into Qianming's arms, her head against Qianming's chest, and her body trembled.

Qianming's back froze, and his eyes became glazed.

The little milk bag whimpered and cried.

It's strange, obviously he hates hearing people cry the most, but now when he hears this little girl crying, he doesn't even have a trace of hate.

The little milk bag cried enough, raised her head, and stared at the face of the thousand souls wandering out of the world.

A sly smile flashed in Qian Su's eyes.

The seven or eight-year-old boy noticed Qianshu's gaze and looked down at Qianshu.

Qianshuxing's eyes were stained with tears, and she looked at Qianming with blank eyes.

The little milk bag spoke: "Brother, Crispy is really afraid of nightmares, brother don't drive me away, Crispy just wants to sleep here with my brother." ”

Just sleep?

Hearing this, Qianming didn't know why, and his heart was depressed.

Looking at Qianming who was wandering outside the world again, the little milk bag grabbed Qianming's green sleeve, and tears fell down.

Qian Ming came back to his senses and saw that the little milk was full of tears, and what he wanted to say was suddenly choked in his throat.

Long.

The little milk bag burped, her eyes looked at Qian Ming obediently, and she pursed her pink little mouth.

Qian Ming frowned slightly, and her red lips did not open for a long time.

Xiao Milk Bao didn't hear Qianming's voice, and tears instantly fell again.

The two soft hands with skin like clotted fat let go of Qianming's sleeves, pursed the corners of their mouths, snapped, and jumped off the bed.

Qian Ming was stunned for a moment, and looked at the little milk bag sitting on the ground, her eyes were wet, and she was a little irritable in her heart.

The little milk bag raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her voice was crying, and she sobbed and sobbed when she spoke.

"Brother, if you don't like crispy, you don't like it, me"

Before the little milk bag finished speaking, Qian Ming directly reached out and picked up the collar of the little milk bag and threw it on the bed.

Qianshu lay on the bed with a pain in her back.

His eyes blinked twice, his apricot eyes were full of tears, and his expression was pale.

"What's your name?" There were so many concubines in the General's Mansion, he really couldn't remember which sister this was.

In his previous life, he had never heard of a sister named Crispy.

Xiao Bao tears hit her eyes, turned sideways, raised her soft fingers, and pinched the fingertips of Qianying.

Qianying landed on the fingertips of the little milk bag face, frozen.

The little milk bag has bright eyes and a brisk tone.

"Brother, aren't you going to leave after Crispy?"

Qian Ming didn't know why, he didn't dare to look at the eyes of the little milk bag, he turned his head, looked at the candlestick, and let out a low "um" in his voice.

The little milk bag puffed out her cheeks, and her eyes stared at the tips of Qianming's slightly reddened ears.

My brother is so cute, I like it.

The little milk bag let go of Qianying's fingertips and sat up instantly.

With a plop, the little milk bag lay on Qianming's back, and her fingers tightly hugged Qianming's waist.

Qian Ming turned his head, his eyes flashing with murderous aura.

"Let go, if you're not honest, I'll kick you out." The little boy was angry.

Qian Su left the back of the little boy with one hand.

The little boy's heart chuckled, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

Qian Su rummaged through her clothes, and it took a long time to find the pocket of her clothes.

The little milk bag bit her mouth angrily.

The ancients were trouble.

Qian Ming suddenly remembered that in the previous life, the eldest lady wanted to hug him and do bad things to him, so he pushed the eldest lady away and ran out.

But unexpectedly, because the eldest lady didn't sleep with him, she tied him to the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou and asked the man to insult him.

He didn't want to live like that......

"Brother, eat toffee~"

In an instant, Qianming's thoughts were interrupted by the soft and glutinous voice of the little milk bag.

The little milk bag apricot eyes were full of his face, holding a bag of toffee in the palm of his left hand, and the corners of his mouth were crooked.

At this moment, Qianming's heart softened.

Probably because no one had ever smiled at him like this in his previous life, or maybe the little guy was so cute that he suddenly got a little ......

Qian Ming lifted her flawless white fingertips and hooked the toffee bag.

There was a smile in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

"Tell my brother, what's your name?" The tone was unconsciously soft.

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The General's Mansion, a women's boudoir somewhere.

The fierce girl held the whip in her hand and slapped the maidservant on the ground fiercely.

"It's all your fault that you let that cheap girl run into her brother's bedroom, a waste that is not enough to succeed and more than to lose."

The more she talked, the more angry the girl became, and the more ruthless she was in slapping people.

"Why be so angry, with me, that girl's luck can't come back."

A gentle voice suddenly resounded in the girl's boudoir.

The young man in white, wearing a fox mask on his face, walked up to the girl with his legs raised, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

The girl threw away the whip and said to the maidservant in a vicious tone: "Get out." ”

The handmaid trembled and crawled away.

The girl disliked the maid's movements too slowly, and kicked them out directly.

She slammed the door of the boudoir behind her hand and locked it.

The girl who looked like the reincarnation of a fierce god just now suddenly lost her temper and hugged the young man, her eyes full of gentle smiles.

"Master Guoshi, why did you come?"

The girl at this moment is obviously the appearance of seeing a person she likes.