When Xing Shen woke up, he always felt unsteady in his heart, so he casually put on a robe and washed up.

When I went out, I went straight to Qingdai's room.

After the corner, in the heavy snow, a young woman could be vaguely seen hiding in the door.

Xingshen took two steps closer, the woman was draped in a white sheet, her black hair was also wrapped under the sheet, and a pair of small fluffy guinea pig ears were supported on the top of her head.

Qing Dai has been transformed?!

The moment he saw his ears, Xingshen reacted, and he didn't care about the difference between men and women, and took three steps and made a big stride.

Xing Shen walked to the door, and without the cover of the heavy snow, the appearance of Qingdai came into full view.

The bangs hang messily in front of the forehead, the thin eyebrows are like willows, the eyelashes are long and curled, and under it is a pair of round, bright big eyes, the bones are turned, and the eyebrows and eyes are smart and lively.

Joan's nose and cherry lips saw him and showed a big smile at him, the dimples on his face seemed to be really full of alcohol, and at first sight, he was drunk.

Xingshen's face was stained with a thin blush, his earlobes were red with blood, and his eyes were also staring around.

Qing Dai grabbed the door frame with one hand and pulled the hem of Xingshen's clothes with the other, dragging him into the room.

As soon as I entered the room, the door slammed shut, if it weren't for Qing Dai, who slipped into the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, leaving Xingshen alone to stand at the door, it was quite like the scene of robbing the people.

Qingdai was wrapped in a quilt, feeling that she was finally alive, and it was still in its original shape, at least it wouldn't feel cold in winter.

Qing Dai patted the side of the bed and motioned for Xing Shen to sit down.

Xing Shen looked around the room, but didn't find a chair, so he simply sat directly on the spring bench used to put clothes in front of the bed, although it was a little shorter, he could only curl up a pair of long legs aggrievedly.

"Can't you talk now?" watched Qing Dai gesture for a while, and pointed at his throat from time to time, and Xing Shen reacted.

"You may not be familiar with the voice of the human form just now, but I will teach you to speak and read when I have time with Chuan Bai in the past few days." Seeing Qing Dai nodding, her eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Can you still become your original form now?" ”

Qing Dai tilted her head, felt it, and shook her head, she didn't know how to transform into a human form, even if she turned into a human form, she would change in her sleep.

Xing Shen frowned slightly, he didn't know what to do for a while, he had never encountered this situation before.

Transformational transformation should be the innate talent of all demons, but Qing Dai doesn't know anything, could it be because she absorbed too much energy and pulled out seedlings to help grow?

Now it seems that there is no other way but to wait slowly.

Xing Shen took out a few of his previous clothes and cloak from the storage ring, put them on the bed, and looked at Qingdai, who was also trembling in the quilt, and took out a jade buckle, which was carefully strung up with a red rope.

With red ears, he tied the jade buckle to Qing Dai's wrist, "This is warm jade, it shouldn't be cold if you wear it." ”

Well, Qing Dai naturally felt the continuous heat on her wrist after wearing the jade buckle, and nodded happily.

In the afternoon, when the snow stopped, a small table was erected in the courtyard with a few books, a brush and ink cartridges, and a stove of sake simmering beside the table.

Qingdai held a brush in her hand, lowered her head and wrote seriously, and there were a few pieces of rice paper in front of her, which were densely written with the same words on the paper.

From the beginning of the crooked three twists to the back of the regularity, although it is not a good look, but it is also a small improvement.

It is not difficult to see the intentions.

Xing Shen sat on the side and poured a glass of sake leisurely, looking at Qing Dai's face painted with ink, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Qingdai, why do you keep writing Xingshen's name?" Chuan Bai came back from the front hall, leaned in front of Qing Dai and looked at it for a while, and asked with a big grin.