"I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll bring you porridge." Mu Yichen said, then pulled Feng Yunxi to the table and sat down, took the tray and turned around to go out to serve porridge.

Feng Yunxi sat on the stool and watched Mu Yichen walk out of the room, a happy smile gradually appeared on her face.

She once thought that it was impossible for her to fall in love with Mu Yichen, because she believed in love at first sight, and since she didn't feel it at first sight, it was impossible to do it later.

But she ignored a sentence, companionship is the most affectionate confession.

She and Mu Yichen have been in love with each other for a long time.

In the interval of waiting for Mu Yichen to come back, Feng Yunxi walked to the dresser and re-groomed his somewhat messy hair, which had slept all night.

Looking at the unkempt face of himself in the mirror, Feng Yunxi was a little suspicious, what kind of determination Mu Yichen made to confess to her now.

Feng Yunxi shook her head slightly and began to arrange her hair.

When Mu Yichen came back, Feng Yunxi had just combed his hair and got up and sat back at the table.

Feng Yunxi is the same as before, her hair is combed in the simplest flowing cloud bun, which looks generous and beautiful.

Mu Yichen put the reheated porridge on the table, and then handed the spoon to Feng Yunxi.

This time the porridge didn't add anything, it tasted good, Feng Yunxi quickly drank a bowl, and his lower abdomen was bulging.

Mu Yichen always sat next to him and watched Feng Yunxi drink porridge, looked at her hairstyle, and when he saw that she finished drinking, he said with interest, "How about I come over to make up for you earlier another day?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Yunxi immediately cast him a suspicious look, "Do you know how to make up?" ”

Although the man's hair has a lot of hairstyles that can be combed, since she met Mu Yichen, Mu Yichen has always simply tied up her hair and fixed it.

Regarding the fact that Mu Yichen can make up, Feng Yunxi has a strong skeptical attitude.

"Don't underestimate me." Mu Yichen gently pinched Feng Yunxi's nose again, "When my mother was still here, she asked me to comb her hair, I still know some." ”

Although Mu Yichen himself doesn't like to play with his hair, he should still be able to, just because when he combed his mother's hair when he was a child, his mother once said, "The minister will know this, and he can comb your sister Xi in the future." ”

When he was young, he didn't know why he wanted to comb his sister's hair, but every time his father combed his mother's hair and eyebrows, it was the happiest time of his day.

So he spent some time learning this.

"Okay, when I don't want to comb my hair one day, I'll call you." Feng Yunxi agreed very happily, without the slightest twist and pinch that the little couple had just been together.

Probably because each other has been familiar with each other since they were friends, and the process of twisting and pinching has been automatically skipped.

Between them, there is more of a tacit understanding.

"What are you going to do next, I'll accompany you." Mu Yichen stretched out his hand and combed the broken hair between Feng Yunxi's forehead, and then clamped it behind his head.

Feng Yunxi let Mu Yichen take care of it, and there was no expression on the surface, as if he usually spoke, but the roots of his ears were faintly red.

"Isn't Master looking for you?" Feng Yunxi asked.

"That's just Luo Jinghan's excuse." Mu Yichen said casually, Luo Jinghan will only call Master Feiyan when he makes a mistake or has bad intentions.

Usually it is called by the old man and the old man, and according to his words, other people's families call their own old men and old men.

This is much better than the two words of hard master.

"I see." Feng Yunxi thought about it carefully, Luo Jinghan really rarely called Master Master.

And when you call Master, you either let Master take the blame, or you want to pit Master.

"Say, what do you do, I'll accompany you." Mu Yichen continued, his affectionate eyes quietly staring at Feng Yunxi.

Feng Yunxi met Mu Yichen's eyes, and suddenly his eyes became obscure, "Are you sure you want to accompany me?" ”

Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows, and an inexplicable familiar uneasiness came to his heart, "You said that." ”

Feng Yunxi hooked her lips, pulled her hand out of Mu Yichen's hand, and then pulled out the dagger tied to her leg, "Accompany us to practice." ”