Wei Yi shouted tentatively, but the man did not react. He sat there, his back and head against the stone wall, quiet, no movement, only shallow, undulating breathing.

Is he asleep?

The white mist and bright light make people's complexion whiter and tenderer, and the skin that has passed the water is also more moisturized. Not only women, but also men. Stretched out his fingers and walked gently on his arm, along the arm, the fingers walked up his shoulder, up his shoulder......

She called softly: "Qingqing, Qingqing, are you asleep?" Qingqing? ”

"Qingqing?"

Suddenly, a voice, whispering silence, sounded behind him.

Qing Hong turned her head slightly, and long hair appeared in the afterglow, and her side face was behind her. Snow-white and silky shoulders, so close to yourself.

Her voice was very soft, very thin, very gentle, like a call of care, long and distant, as if with endless love.

Suddenly she moved, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder. The white arm was raised, carefully placed on his shoulder, and the fingers clicked twice, gently, as if nothing, on his collarbone.

Her eyes looked at him with a deep smile. Tender eyes, with charming affection, looked at her deeply. The pink lips are bent and smiling, so that it is timeless.

"Qingqing, Qingqing."

She kept saying her name softly.

What does she want to do?

The smoke is filled, the mist is steaming, and the sound of water is sparse. Looking at the eyes that stared at him affectionately, Qing Hong suddenly began to question whether this was reality or a dream? The heart, beating at a strange frequency, thumping rhythm, seems to be telling some kind of uneasiness? Heart, cheering again, wanted to command the body to turn around and take hold of the hand that was messing with his collarbone.

After all, he couldn't bear the demands of the body, he turned his head, raised his hand, and saw that the woman really leaned her head on his shoulder, but her movements suddenly froze.

He, hugged her.

Because he had hugged her, he knew that she was not tall, and it was only up to her chest.

With such a gap, it is impossible for her to rest her head on her shoulder. Is the body wrong? Isn't that what he wants?

"You?"

Qing Hong spoke tentatively.

The woman also looked at him with a smile, the peach blossom eyes were shining, and the light seemed to be magical, and she suddenly grabbed him, reluctant to move away.

"You, like one of the people I've met?"

When the words fell, the woman looked at him deeply, and her eyes became clearer and clearer, as if with countless points of admiration. Qing Hong looked back, and felt more and more that this person's eyes were very similar to that person's. Although he hadn't seen it, the feeling they brought to him was the same when they looked at him.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, gradually gathering around them, the sound of the water was sparse and sparse, more and more clear, but gradually faint and faint, farther and farther away, so far that it was almost impossible to hear.

Qing Hong didn't know why, so he turned his head to look......

"Qingqing, Qingqing?"

He slowly opened his eyes, the empty and dark vision, the clean mist, the smell of green herbs, the sound of water gradually clearing in his ears, the bright soup pool, and his skin felt the real heat brought by the real light.

Reality.

This is reality, this is the real reality.

"Qingqing? Qingqing, are you awake? ”

In his ears, it was the voice he was familiar with, the voice he had just been worried about in that place. He's back to reality now? So where was he just now? So real that you didn't notice the clue at all? Was he just dreaming?

Looking at the person who woke up leisurely, he opened his eyes, his face was confused and green, he didn't say a word, something vaguely flashed in his mind, and Wei Yi smiled even more cunningly.

"You slept?"

Qing Hong blinked his eyes slowly, and gradually reacted.

"Did you really fall asleep? Have you ever dreamed? Is there me in your dreams? ”

Qing Hong looked at her, first a little puzzled, and then the whole person suddenly moved, and his head left the stone wall. As soon as he left the stone wall, he was beaten again, I don't know what's wrong, his body is stiff. I just watched his arm move like a stuck machine, grabbing the clothes placed next to him.

"I can't see anything anyway, is it in a dream after all? What can you see when the smoke is shrouded in smoke and clouds? ”

Seeing this, Wei blurted out in a flash. She didn't know how to say this, but as soon as the words came out, Qing Hong's action of pulling her clothes stopped.

Did he believe it? What did you believe in what she just said?

"You, is there something wrong with me?"

He tilted his head slightly, his whole body stiffening unnaturally. The whole back was facing her, the well-cut lines, the muscles were strong but not swollen, and there were no old scars at all.

Looking at it like this, Wei Yi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes blinked unnaturally, floated around, and fell on his back again, a voice in his heart shouted, and he wanted to look at it for a while.

"I, can't I come to you if I'm fine?"

As soon as he spoke, his somewhat flustered voice confused Qinghong. I had to shake my head.

"I didn't mean that. I just think that in such a place, even if there is a stone wall, it is not very suitable for you to come to me. ”

"Oh."

Touching the thing in her hand, she lowered her head and smiled slyly, and raised a bright smile again.

"I came to you because I had something for you."

"What's that?"

Qing Hong was puzzled.

"You come here, you go so far, how can I give you something?"

Wei Yi bit his lip, held back a smile, and said coquettishly. To Qinghong's ears, this voice was like a woman shyly coquettish to herself.

Suddenly, my heart softened.

But he still obediently stepped back, and his back leaned against the stone wall again. The man still didn't turn back, still with his back to her.

"What are you going to give me?"

The cunning in Peach Blossom's eyes flickered, and there was a bit of cunning on her bright face, and the corners of her mouth were hung with her pride.

"You put your hand up so I can give it to you."

Qing Hong hesitated for a moment and slowly raised his hand. After a while, I felt something slowly being put into the palm of my hand. The thing was textured, cold, very contoured.

With a slight retraction of his fingers, he grasped the thing.

I was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be holding on to something else. The thing was soft, slippery, and comfortable to the touch. Feeling is the human hand.

"I've heard that there is such a custom in some places. If a girl puts her hand in the palm of your hand, it means that she has put herself in your hands, she is willing to follow you, and she has given her heart to you. ”

Looking at the hand he grabbed in the palm of his hand, her soft voice was shy, and from time to time there was some shyness of a woman.

"So, are you willing to accept her?"