Ruoyu and Wang Yitian said goodbye, so they carried the empty bamboo basket back to their room with Wang Niqian.

Pushing the door did not get the usual enthusiasm of the little girl, and when she walked inside, she saw the little girl sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.

Ruoyu felt very tired and wanted to take off her coat to rest, but it was the sword king Niqian's body that shook, as if she was crying, and she looked very aggrieved.

In the past, he wanted to touch Wang Niqian's head, and asked in a soft voice: "Niqian, what's wrong with you, who made you unhappy?" ”

But before his hand touched Wang Niqian, the man raised his red and swollen eyes, dodged Ruoyu's hand, shrank back, and said aggrievedly: "Sister, are you going to marry my brother?" ”

It turned out that the handful of peanut lotus seeds really had such a meaning, and I didn't know it, but it spread in the ears of others.

Maybe Ruoyu thought about this, and was too late to answer Wang Niqian, the little girl's tears immediately flowed down her cheeks, and her little hand grabbed Ruoyu's clothes and said: "Sister, don't you have a husband, why do you still want to be with your brother, I know you don't like your brother's ......"

The little girl cried so sadly, it really surprised Ruoyu.

I heard that Wang Niqian had no father or mother since she was a child, and she entered the door of the Haoyue Gang with Wang Yitian, so her feelings for her brother must be like her dependence on her parents.

So he reached out to wipe the tears on the little girl's face, although Wang Niqian did not resist this time, but the more she wiped the tears on Wang Niqian's face, the more she did.

Wet hands stroked Wang Niqian's hair, comforted Wang Niqian and said: "Don't worry, my sister will definitely not marry your brother, it's just that the gang miscommunicated, don't take it to heart." ”

Wang Niqian looked at Ruoyu with wide eyes, still pouting in disbelief, and said after a while: "Really? ”

Ruoyu nodded heavily, and seeing that Wang Niqian finally stopped crying, she wiped her little face with a towel dipped in water, and then said, "If Niqian doesn't believe it, you can ask your brother." ”

In Ruoyu's opinion, Wang Yitian must have no intention of himself, and he will definitely give his sister a satisfactory answer.

Wang Niqian hesitated slightly, but still tidied up her clothes and left the house, and hurriedly went to find her brother.

Seeing that Wang Niqian was gone, Ruoyu wrapped herself in the quilt and lay on the bed, constantly replaying the scenes of the afternoon in her mind.

He came, saying that it was someone else who was going to be taken away, not himself.

Seeing that he was also so ruthless, he knew that he shouldn't care, but he kept thinking uncontrollably.

I was too tired to think about it, and my thinking became more and more blurred, and I finally felt a little sleepy, but I heard the sound of pushing the door.

When she closed her eyes, Ruoyu thought that it should be Wang Niqian who came back and wanted to get up to greet her, but she was too tired to stand up, so she was still confused with her back to the door.

I can't even tell if I'm asleep or not.

I felt a hand on my face, and my finger was slippery, and I was tickling.

And the finger slowly slid down, slowly touching his jaw along his cheek, slowly swimming, crossing his neck, rubbing against his collarbone.

The slender fingertips felt the trembling of the delicate skin under him, as if he was making a bad child, rubbing the collarbone without listening, bending his fingers to outline the shape of the collarbone, over and over again.

Ruoyu just felt that her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and there was a faint pleasure in her sleep.

struggled and muttered, "Niqian, don't make trouble." ”

In fact, she was too sleepy, if she could have even a little more sense, Ruoyu would also think that Wang Niqian did not have a pair of hands that she was so familiar with.

And the owner of that hand, looking at the man with a ruddy face, was so quiet, gentle, and very annoying, unlike when he was with himself, he was always like a kitten with pointed paws.

Leaning down, I didn't understand my emotions, my heart was a little out of rhythm, and I printed a kiss on that cheek.