In the evening, the breeze is getting cooler, the residual temperature of the sun is still steaming and roasting the earth, and the breeze of the mountain stream carries the coolness of the grass and spring water, which makes people feel comfortable.

When Zhong Shuqin woke up, he only felt that there was something soft under him, and he smelled a faint fragrance of bamboo on the tip of his nose...... Well? Bamboo incense?

opened her eyes suddenly, and a pair of eyes as smooth as ink came into view, and her small shadow was reflected in the gentle eyes.

Same.

"Ink ......"

"Huh?"

"Hmm...... Husband, it's so late, why don't you call me? Hearing the voice, she suddenly came back to her senses, only to find that she was lying in his arms, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She's afraid she's been asleep for almost two hours!

"Is the husband okay?" If she remembers correctly, he's still hurt! Is there a problem just guarding her like this?

"It's okay, I slept for a while." Reaching out and rubbing it on the top of her head, Yan Zhimo said indifferently, the breath around her was very peaceful, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but when she called "Zhimo" just now, her tone seemed to be a little different?

"Husband, why do you wear a mask all the time?" Zhong Shuqin asked with some curiosity, she looked up at his chin, and it seemed that her gaze could see his face through the gap.

I heard that he has been wearing this mask for more than ten years, and almost no one has seen what he looks like. She couldn't find any more information, because almost everyone who knew about it had died in the catastrophe three years earlier.

"Get used to it." He didn't seem to want to say more, and the aura on his body was a little dull.

The sigh of "Ink ......" drifted in the wind, wisps of wisps, and gradually dispersed.

The soft touch on his lips was as light as an illusion, but the face close at hand showed that it was all real, and the clear and bright eyes were so close that he could clearly see the tenderness and the slightest pity in them......

Pity?!

At that moment, Patriarch Yan was directly stunned, the emotions churning in his chest went up and down for a while, and many emotions such as surprise, joy and depression were mixed together, wanting to teach him to vomit blood......

This is probably the most depressing thing in history!

Obviously, he was kissed, either happy and happy, or angry and dissatisfied, but he was still more depressed......

"Husband, why are you shy again?" Zhong Shuqin gently touched the tips of his red ears with his fingertips, a little surprised.

Is her husband so easily shy? Isn't it all red?

Thinking about that scene, she couldn't help but be a little curious and excited, and she felt that the mask was really too much of a hindrance, and she really wanted to take it off! Then take a good look at her husband's shy and blushing appearance!

"Madame, I'm afraid I'm mistaken." Don't overdo it slightly, Yan Zhimo spit out a sentence for a while, and his voice was a little unnatural.

"Well, I know, my husband doesn't like places with a lot of people, so next time I'll change to a place where no one is around." Zhong Shuqin's eyes were full of smiles, and she whispered in his ear.

"......" has been said, he is not shy!

Yan Zhimo took a deep breath, looked at the person who was almost hanging on him helplessly, and wanted to push her away, but he was a little reluctant, and his mood became even more entangled for a while.

"Husband, don't move." As if she noticed that he was a little "peaceful", she whispered again.

I didn't know what she was going to do, but he still subconsciously followed her words and obediently didn't move.

After doing it, Yan Zhimo was really a little silent......

Why is he so obedient?