Youhuan curled up on the bed, wrapped in a brocade quilt, her face was red, and she was still muttering something in a daze.

After Zhao Huajin entered the house, he saw this scene.

"Hundred miles of young joy." Zhao Huajin walked over and called out Youhuan's name.

Youhuan clutched the brocade quilt, her teeth clenched, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't know what terrifying scene she saw in her dream.

"Baili Youhuan, wake up." Zhao Huajin leaned down and probed her forehead, which was hot.

If he hadn't come back today, I'm afraid Youhuan would have died of illness in this house.

Xiao Huan, who fell into a nightmare, seemed to hear Zhao Huajin's voice, her tense body relaxed slightly, the hand on her forehead was cool and cool, and the nightmare in front of her became shattered like a broken mirror in an instant.

You Huan opened her eyes, and her blurred vision gradually became clear.

The man in front of him has black hair hanging down his shoulders, a silver crown into the clouds, his eyebrows and eyes are full of nobility, and his eyes are deep and he can't distinguish joy and anger. Since following Zhao Huajin, Youhuan has rarely seen him have emotional ups and downs due to something, he always looks like he doesn't care too much about anything, but he can do everything perfectly.

The pure heart and few desires are like a fairy who makes all the people in the world unattainable, and his temperament is clean and cold, so that people dare not blaspheme.

You Huan supported herself and knelt on the bed, looking at Zhao Huajin with reddened eyes, her lips slightly open.

"Burn stupid, don't recognize people?" Zhao Huajin saw Youhuan's confused appearance and asked.

Youhuan's body was shaky, and she reached out to grab Zhao Huajin's snow-white sleeves, Zhao Huajin lowered her eyelashes, and she didn't wave away Youhuan.

Seeing that Zhao Huajin did not refuse her closeness, Yu Huan was not very sober with her head, rubbed her body forward, knelt on the edge of the bed, let go of the hand that was pulling his sleeve, and turned into a hand holding his waist, her face close to his lower abdomen.

The elegant lotus fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and the heat of his body dropped a lot, and Youhuan sighed comfortably in his heart, inexplicably feeling redeemed.

She likes to be close to Zhao Huajin, not only to please him, but also to have a little selfishness of her own.

Zhao Huajin's body was stiff, he never thought that You Huan would be so bold, although You Huan has always liked to follow him and try his best to please him, but it is limited to saying those nonsense. This is the first time that such intimate contact has been made.

There used to be many women who wanted to climb into his bed with the same purpose and tried all kinds of ways to pounce on him, but Zhao Huajin only felt dirty and disliked, so he rarely let people get close.

And at this moment, Baili Youhuan hugged him, but he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The scene he saw many years ago was deeply rooted in his heart, he was envious of Baili Youhuan being so good to others, but he and Youhuan were just strangers who did not intersect, and the envy and regret at that time have continued to this day.

"No, I don't know." You Huan's voice was hoarse, his eyes were a little puffy, and all he exhaled was a scorching breath, but his palm was cold, "Your Highness must be a fairy, right?" ”

"Hongu is human." Zhao Huajin replied with a cold face.

Youhuan laughed stupidly twice, "No, it must be an immortal, if it weren't for an immortal, how could someone like me be saved." ”

"Although you punished me, you are still a good fairy......"

Zhao Huajin was silent, she was only saved because of that glance many years ago, so she kept her by her side on a whim, just like a kitten and a puppy.

Isn't that a good person?

"But ah, Your Highness, you are so clean, don't save me in the future, I'm dirty." Youhuan's eyes were not focused, her lips moved slightly, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

Clean? Zhao Huajin thought to herself, did Baili Youhuan have any misunderstanding about him?

Before You Huan's words could be finished, the person fainted, and the hand that was originally holding Zhao Huajin's clothes gradually loosened.