"You ......"

"What, think it's incredible?"

Without waiting for Xuan Jiu to ask, Ye Yanxun took the lead in opening his mouth and blocked his mouth.

Xuan Jiu pursed his lips and nodded, lying on the bed no longer struggling, his expression returned to calm, and his eyes were still clear.

Ye Yanxun smiled lowly, his voice was low and beautiful, as if he had come from ancient times, wandering leisurely like walking on a deep forest path.

She put her hand to the young man's ear, leaned over and whispered softly in his ear, without the slightest charm, with a strange expression and an imperceptible hint of excitement.

"You'll be my ......"

The wind from nowhere blew her messy hair, the jet-black hair swayed slightly with the breeze, the wind was very gentle, without any cold, just like the person in front of her.

Xuan Jiu stared motionlessly at her smiling eyes, and there seemed to be hallucinations in his ears, he only saw her mouth open and close, but he couldn't hear what she was saying behind it.

He could see her feigned tenderness, the disguise she presented to others.

He couldn't detect the slightest thought of her, because there were ten thousand walls of ice in her heart, which were indestructible.

Ye Yanxun squinted and smiled, and there seemed to be a flash of red light in her pupils, and she lowered her softly, as if to soothe the frightened little beast.

"Well, sleep, blessed by the immortals......"

When the words fell, Xuan Jiu only felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, his eyes were lowered, his teeth were clenched to his lip flap, and he struggled for a long time, but finally he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

"Have a good dream."

Ye Yanxun pursed his lips and smiled, got up and got out of bed slowly, and straightened his clothes.

She looked at the chicken broth, put it on the table, and finally didn't drink it.

Ye Yanxun walked to Xuanjiu's bed, covered him with a quilt, looked down at him for a long time, the sarcasm between his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but show himself, and in the dark night, he only heard her sneering: "It's a good seedling......"

The moonlight poured faintly down on the trees and the ground, the sparse stars still blinked, and the dark village was silent, with a harmonious melody of light and shadow, and a symphony of sleeping songs.

The withered yellow leaves on the ground were swept up by the cold autumn wind, drifting everywhere, like a homeless wanderer, each with its own home at the ends of the earth.

The wind howled through the gaps between the trees, the shadows of the trees swayed and made bursts, and from time to time there was a whisper or two of barking dogs in the distance, and after the barking, the place was even more silent.

It was already late at night, and the villagers, who had been tired for a long time, had already fallen asleep and entered the sweet fragrance of dreams.

Ye Yanxun gently closed the door without making the slightest movement.

She took a deep breath, the pure air mixed with the sweetness of ripe fruits, which was mesmerizing, and she suddenly felt a little nostalgic for this kind of leisurely and quiet day.

The cold wind was still blowing, but Ye Yanxun didn't seem to feel the cold, she closed her eyes and opened her arms, feeling the wind blowing, her clothes fluttering, making a slight noise.

She held this motion for a long time before letting out a satisfied sigh.

Pictures flashed in his mind, and Ye Yanxun ghostly walked into the house of his mother in his memory, without making a single sound.

She watched her faintly, and after a moment, left another tracking mark on her, and then quietly left, without making a single movement.

Ye Yanxun walked out of the door and found a small black shadow hiding in the corner, sneaky, in her direction, as if looking at her.

She sensed that the guy was not a threat and went with him.