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Looking at her movements, Long Quyuan's fingers under his sleeves curled up slightly, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and he was calm, "Xiao Huan'er, if you sleep on the bed, I'm afraid you will climb the bed in the middle of the night." ”

"Impossible, don't worry, I'm not so hungry."

Yuan Changhuan was so angry that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows twitched when he said it, and he replied angrily.

Seeing that she insisted on this, Long Quyuan didn't refuse, but just looked at her meaningfully, "It's better to be like this." ”

I don't know what his eyes mean, Yuan Changhuan nestled in the chaise longue, casually took a blanket to cover his body, and said vaguely, "Go to bed early, get up early tomorrow." ”

I just don't know if the rainstorm outside tomorrow morning will stop.

Glancing at the untouched and rough food on the table, Long Quyuan did not force Yuan Changhuan to eat it.

Tomorrow, I want to take his little Huan'er to eat something good, how can this humble inn be worthy of his little Huan'er.

The candlelight was extinguished, and the light was very dim, but the sound of the raindrops hitting the window could be heard more clearly.

It crackled, it was loud, but it was also quieter.

Yuan Changhuan lay on the chaise longue, turned over with difficulty, and after his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could clearly see the man in red lying on the bed, dragged to the ground in a red robe, for some reason, Yuan Changhuan found that his eyes were getting clearer and clearer, and he could even clearly see the needle and thread on his robe.

The embroidery is very poor, but it has to do with her skills.

Yuan Changhuan's mind was a little chaotic, in the chaos, ethereal, half-asleep, sometimes, I don't know if I am awake or asleep.

But he vaguely saw the man in red on the bed standing up and walking towards her step by step, Yuan Changhuan wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be contained, and he couldn't open his mouth.

The eyes are in a trance.

Vaguely, she saw the man walking towards her again, lying back on the bed, but who was the man standing in front of her?

Why are there two dragon quyuan?

In the middle of the night, the rain roared.

Yuan Changhuan woke up from the chaise longue and looked left and right, looking confused.

What happened?

How could she be in a shabby place.

Isn't she in Tsutenkaku?

Wasn't she talking to a man who claimed to be the emperor's thank you?

I opened my eyes to such a strange place.

Yuan Changhuan didn't dare to speak, glanced around, and saw clearly that there was a person lying on the bed, facing outward, and his face was a man she was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with.

It's her husband......

Holding his breath suddenly, Yuan Changhuan walked to the bed step by step, his fingers caressing his cheek, but before he could touch his cheek, he was held by a pair of big hands on his wrist, and his tone was also familiar and ethereal, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't climb the bed in the middle of the night, why ...... now?"

Long Quyuan knew when Yuan Changhuan woke up, but he didn't expect her to walk towards him and want to touch his face.

However, when he saw her eyes clearly, Long Quyuan's words paused, and the Yuan Changhuan in front of him seemed to have become his wife.

"Xiao Huan'er?"

"Husband!" Yuan Changhuan hugged Long Quyuan, buried his face in his neck, and the water instantly soaked Long Quyuan's robe, "Husband, woo woo, I thought I would never see you again." ”

Dependent and capricious.

But it's a familiar feeling.

Long Quyuan had a rare mixed feeling, and patted her on the back, "Don't cry, I'm not here?" ”

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