Chapter 411: Peach Hairpin

Although Ye Shuying's figure is long and straight, Nangong Xuehai does not have a hard time carrying him, not to mention, she still has spiritual power to support her body, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is easy.

I saw Nangong Xuehai slowly walking towards the attic step by step with the shadow of the night on his back......

The picture looks a little strange, but it is unusually harmonious.

The breeze blew, and the clothes of the two rippled like a lake.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like a very short time has passed.

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After arriving at the bedroom, Nangong Xuehai gently laid Ye Shuying on the bed, and then gently took off his boots, and finally, gently covered him with a purple moire brocade quilt.

After doing this, she took a basin of spiritual spring water from the Ruyi space, heated it slightly with spiritual power, twisted a white cloth towel, and helped him carefully wipe his face and hands.

When everything was done, she moved a chair and sat down, quietly watching him and guarding him.

Alas, sparse shadow, sparse shadow, what should I do with you??

For a day and a half, have you been borrowing wine in front of the door of the secluded green house to kill your sorrows? ?

If that's the case, it's good that we didn't know each other on Feixian Peak, if that's the case, today, the pain and entanglement I brought you will no longer exist.

Shuying, do you say yes??

Shuying, do you regret knowing me?

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I don't know when, Nangong Xuehai also lay down beside Ye Shuying and fell asleep......

When she woke up again, she only felt that a slender and gentle palm was gently rubbing above her head.

"Shuying, are you awake??"

"Well, wake up."

Nangong Xuehai raised her head and saw Ye Shuying's upper body leaning elegantly on the bed, one hand on her bent knees, and the other hand still on the top of her hair, with warmth and tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Do you want water?"

Nangong Xuehai asked softly.

"Well, a little thirsty......"

Night Shadow nodded slightly.

"Here, here you go, slow down, it's a little hot......"

Nangong Xuehai took out the teapot and teacup from the Ruyi space and made him a cup of misty hot tea.

"Thank you."

He took the teacup with both hands, smelled the slightest wisp of fragrance, and blurted out the shadow of the night,

"Snow Sea Bamboo Mist Tea??"

Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes, awesome!!"

Although his eyes are useless, his other senses are extremely sensitive.

Nangong Xuehai gave a thumbs up high, although the night shadow could not be seen.

"Oh, by the way, Shuying, did you finish the Xuehai Bamboo Mist Tea I gave you last time?? If you're done drinking, I'll give you some more ......."

Nangong Xuehai said again.

Hearing this, Ye Shuying pursed her beautiful thin lips and said, "...... No. ”

"Oh."

Nangong Xuehai drooped her long and thick eyelashes, and a trace of undetectable loss flashed in her eyes.

Presumably, Shuying doesn't really like to drink her Xuehai Bamboo Mist Tea.

"I said no, not because I don't like to drink, but because I am reluctant to drink......"

After a moment of silence, Night Shadow explained.

It doesn't matter who misunderstands him, but she is the only one who can't stand it, and he can't stand it at all.

"Snow Sea, look ......"

Ye Shuying took out a dark green moire purse from the space ring, and the embroidery was exquisite.

"It's ......"

Nangong Xuehai raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Ye Shuying smiled slightly, and said: "This purse was given to me by my mother on my fifth birthday, and she made it with a needle and thread, hehe, in fact, her embroidery is not good, sewing and dismantling, dismantling, and it took more than two months to do it, and since then, she has never done needle......work."

"Inside this purse is the ...... you gave me Snow Sea Bamboo Mist Tea, in my spare time, I will take it out and enjoy it......"

It was something he had been given to him by two of the most beloved women in the world, and he would treasure it for the rest of his life.