"You say, you're a late leaf?"

The spoon with which Nanxi drank the soup hung in mid-air, and the soup between the spoons had inadvertently spilled on the table.

"The soup spilled." Huo Mian smiled and included all of Nanxi's expressions into his eyes.

Nanxi came back to her senses and picked up the white silk square cloth on the bamboo mat to wipe the corner of the table where the soup fell.

Seeing her shocked, Huo Mian was very satisfied, this was enough to see her status in her heart, sometimes Huo Mian would think, maybe in Nanxi's heart, this pen name called Wanye might be more important to Nanxi than he, a living person.

Nanxi has fantasized countless times about what kind of man Wan Ye will be, at that young and ignorant age, the various tacit understandings between her and Wan Ye have to amaze her, Nanxi has always felt that in this world, there is no one who understands her better than Wan Ye.

Therefore, she can't accept it no matter what, this person will be Huo Mian.

"What? Got you down? Huo Mian seemed to be using his myriad peach blossom eyes to see through Nanxi's entire soul.

"Are you really Late Leaf?" Nanxi stared straight at Huo Mian's blurred peach blossom eyes, and his surprised expression was a little flustered.

Huo Mian got up slowly, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently revealed a warm smile: "Do you remember what you said in the fifth year of Qiyuan?" ”

In the fifth year of Qiyuan, that year, the red-clothed dancer Jiang Xinzi was popular all over the country, Nanxi had never seen such a stunning woman, and in the correspondence with the late leaves, Nanxi made clear his reverence for Jiang Xinzi.

Wan Ye's reply to her was this: In the whole world, there is always someone who knows how to appreciate your wonderful beauty.

At that time, Nanxi's figure was still bloated, but after receiving such a reply from Wan Ye, her dusty heart gradually grew green.

Nanxi wrote in a letter replying to Wanye: If one day I lose weight, I will wear a red dance skirt for you!

Thinking of this, Nanxi's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head slightly, and felt that her breathing became rapid.

At that time, Nanxi never thought that she would lose weight one day, and losing weight was a luxury for her.

"I've already prepared a red dance dress for you, when will you dance for me?" The smile on the corner of Huo Mian's mouth narrowed slightly, waiting for Nanxi's reply.

"That time two years ago..."Nanxi blushed and hesitated.

"Two years ago, that dance was dedicated to King Xuan, this time, I want you to dedicate it to Wanye!" Huo Mian leaned down and hooked Nanxi's chin slightly, admiring her red and blown-up beauty with a smile.

Nanxi's already red face was even hotter when he stared at her like this, she was a little stunned, and wanted to remove her face, but in the end she didn't move, and at that moment she seemed to really see the evening leaf through Huo Mian's blurred eyes.

When two otherwise unrelated characters are intertwined, the collision and sublimation is very subtle.

The only sound in the silent room was the ticking of the leaky pot, the snorts of the two brewing in the ambiguous air, and the increasingly rapid heartbeat made the night no longer peaceful.

Huo Mian looked at Nanxi's bright eyes and shiny red lips, he felt a hot current surging through his body, and his throat was a little hot.

He forced himself to let go of Nanxi's chin, although such a temptation was fatal to her, but since he loved her, he had to marry Mingmei, and sooner or later she would be his own woman!

Huo Mian walked through the silent room with his combat boots, and as he walked away, Nanxi finally took a deep breath, she was almost suffocated by his hot gaze, seeing him slowly push the door open, ready to leave, Nanxi suddenly had some different feelings.

She didn't feel much about Huo Mian coming and going, but at this moment, Nanxi felt that there was a little more intimacy between her and Huo Mian.

Huo Mian's combat boots suddenly stopped in front of the door, and Wei An's back shone in the bright yellow firelight: "Wait for me to come back." ”

It's a simple four words, but it contains nostalgia and warmth.

Nanxi felt that her heart was deeply touched!

With just a slight touch, he couldn't help but look at his departing back, Nanxi slowly got up and stepped into the courtyard step by step.

Night, pitch black.

In such a calm night, why did my heart begin to become restless?

Is it just because he is a late leaf? Why did she have such feelings for Wanye?

Wanye is just a confidant to her, but why does her heart seem to be stirred?

Nineteen-year-old Nanxi found herself a little incomprehensible for the first time.

The early morning sun fell on the paper window carved with flowers and birds, and the sunlight was haloed into bright light and shadow by the paper window, Xiao Jin slowly pushed the door open, and the sunlight jumped into the room at once.

A few pieces of rice paper were blown up by the wind that had just been poured into the house, and slowly fell to the ground, and Xiao Jin's eyes naturally fell on the bookcase scattered with messy rice paper.

It seems that Miss didn't rest until late yesterday, Xiao Jing thought, now that the business has stabilized, Miss is still working so hard, she really makes herself a little embarrassed.

Xiao Jin stepped forward to put away the scattered papers, they were all business ideas, Nanxi likes to copy down the ideas he thinks are good, maybe he will be able to use them one day.

Xiao Jin unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a simple drawing sandwiched in the paper after cleaning up, but with a few strokes of line outline, he could see that it was a man!

Xiao Jin originally thought that it was Mr. Beihuai who was painting, but after a closer look, it didn't look like it, Mr. Beihuai was as warm as jade and graceful. Although the man in the painting has no facial features and can't see his clothes clearly, he has a sense of heroism when he walks the brush.

In the end, Xiao Jin put the painting into the cabinet with half confusion and half appreciation, and then stood in place stunned.

At this time, Nanxi came out sleepily and said, "The sun is so high, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" ”

Nanxi was wearing a white and crisp nightgown, the green silk hung lazily on her waist, and a ray of sunlight hit her slightly messy hair, and the sunlight left a layer of brilliance on her gentle silhouette through the side of her face.

Xiao Jin was almost stunned, Miss is naturally beautiful and moving, now I see her men's outfit all day long, and occasionally see the appearance of women's clothes will make people speechless!

Xiao Jin also found that in just a few months, Nanxi's facial features have become more and more exquisite, the straight nose bridge sets off her perfect face more and more three-dimensional, and the gentleness between the eyebrows and eyes is less immature and more soft.

Looking at Nanxi's already bumpy figure, she inadvertently has a more mature taste, even under the loose sleep, you can feel her plump breasts and thin waist that is not full of hands.

Under the white nightgown, a pair of ankles as white as jade appeared, which made Xiao Jin a woman look a little admired.