Taking advantage of Yun Yiyun's loose hand, Feng Qianqian deftly jumped off him, blinking in surprise at the handsome faces of the upside-down beings in front of him.

"Oh, it's a male vixen!"

Yun Yiyun: "......"

Was she complimenting him?

"Do you know who I am now?"

"It's a vixen!"

Yun Yirong pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

The drunk Feng Qianqian, jumped, grinded, and broken, and couldn't recognize people at all, he was ready to tell her that Mu Yunshen and Yun Yiyun were the same person, but the little girl didn't recognize anyone.

In the future, I won't let her get a drop of wine again! One more time he'll be tortured to death by her!

Feng Qianqian, who was on the ground, swayed with a mask, picked up the black cloak that Yun Yirong threw aside at random and put it on his body, put on his hat, put the slightly wide mask on his face, and immediately walked towards the bronze mirror.

I saw her standing in front of the bronze mirror, staring at herself in the mirror for a long time, and finally snorted coldly, taking off her mask as if revealing the mystery.

When her own face appeared in the mirror, Feng Qianqian held the mask in her arms in horror, and the next second, she couldn't wait to run back to the bed with a 100-meter sprint, wrapping Yun Yiyun's arm, and muttering.

"Why does Yun Yiyun look the same as me?"

Yun Yirong couldn't cry or laugh, she wore a cloak and a mask on her body, and she actually thought of herself as him?

Thinking that she still remembered him, this recognition made Yun Yiqian's heart flutter, he looked at Feng Qianqian's frightened expression, and finally couldn't help but reach out and hold her in his arms with pity, and the low and hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

"Because his mind is all about you."

Feng Qianqian nodded as if she didn't understand, and seemed to accept this reason, maybe it was because that person had her in his head, so he had been thinking about how to treat her well!

Seeing that she was rarely quiet, Yun Yi's well-defined palm gently patted her shoulder, trying to lull her to sleep.

After some time, he carefully helped her to her feet and let her lie down.

Almost as soon as she lay down, Feng Qianqian looked at Yun Yirong worriedly, her big hazy eyes were full of begging him not to leave, and her little hand reluctantly grabbed his shirt and dragged him to the vacant seat next to him.

Yun Yiyan looked at her in embarrassment, and unconsciously, her black eyes gradually turned golden, and she looked deeply at the girl in front of her.

He also wanted to accompany her, but lying on a bed, he was really afraid that he would accidentally scare her, so she hid away again.

It's just that now, a dependent look from her makes him want to hug her into his arms and never let go.

Before he could make a move, Feng Qianqian's hands had already grabbed his shirt domineeringly.

She looked at the familiar golden eyes in front of her, and there seemed to be endless sunlight in those eyes that illuminated every night she had been frightened, making her feel at ease, extremely nostalgic, as if she suddenly remembered something, and her sweet voice whispered.

"Yun Yiyun, don't go......"

Hearing her name being muttered by her, the last trace of reason remaining in Yun Yiyun's brain was also torn off by her, and the golden gold in her eyes became thicker, sweeping like tumbling magma, wanting to engulf the person in front of her.

He closed his eyes, buried his head in the socket of her neck as if compromised, sniffed deeply at the girl's scent, calmed down for a long time, and his low and soft voice trembled and overflowed.

"Qianqian, are you torturing me? Well? ”

However, what responded to him was the sound of the girl's subtle breathing, and Yun Yirong looked up with a slight gasp, only to see that the girl was sleeping peacefully and carefree.

Yun Yirong chuckled dumbly, she was really torturing him......