Mo Han was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his head: "Why bother so much?" I'm the god of water, and when I spit it out, it's absolutely clean—"

"You dare to spit and try?!" Feng Hui Liuyu's voice was cold: "Believe it or not, this seat sewed your mouth up?" ”

The situation is stronger than people, Mo Han can only shut up softly, and it is still a little difficult: "It's not difficult to get mountain spring water, but I don't have a water holding tool......"

The wind returned to the valley and came out of a clean bucket out of nowhere, and hung it around its neck: "Go!" Take the cleanest, there's a piece of grass clippings that will kill you! ”

Mo Han looked at the bucket hanging around his neck, feeling a little awkward, but he didn't dare to refute, and looked at Xiao Qingti again, feeling a little uneasy.

If it leaves, will the wind return to its owner?

Feng Hui Liuyu seemed to see through the concerns in its heart, and said lightly: "If this seat wants to be unfavorable to her, do you think you can stop it?" ”

One sentence made Mo Han lose his temper, so he had to fly out again.

Because she was far away from the fire this time, Xiao Qingti probably felt cold again in her sleep, and her body kept curling up on the pile of dead leaves, and finally curled up like a ball.

Feng Liuyu looked at her sleeping position and sighed softly.

After all, he had shared a bed with him for so long, and he knew her sleeping position best.

She also liked to kick around when she was a child, and she didn't sleep well, and on a few occasions she almost kicked him down.

Every time he had to confine her in his arms, the two of them could sleep more peacefully.

She has a cheerful temperament, and her sleeping posture is often wide open and closed, with all directions, and she is not ladylike at all.

Rarely—to see her sleep as carefully as she is now, and to look very insecure—

Even if she still holds the cold and awe-inspiring sword in her intact hand, she is not afraid to stab herself in a daze?!

Wind Breeze pulled her hand and took the sword out and set it aside.

Xiao Qingti, who lost her sword, seemed to have suddenly lost her support, and her fingers subconsciously scratched -

Feng Huiliu simply stretched out his hand and shook her fingers. The big hand holds the small hand, and the ten fingers are intertwined, and it feels very harmonious.

Xiao Qingti finally grabbed a support in her sleep as if relieved, she pulled his hand over in a daze, rubbed it on her own little face, and pulled his hand under her head uncomfortably.

In the end, he didn't seem to be at ease, so he simply put his hand on the pillow, and then finally stopped, pursed his mouth and continued to sleep.

Wind Returns: "......"

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Under the back of his hand are those dry leaves, and in the palm of his hand is the side of her face, the soft skin clinging to his, with a faint warmth, making his eyes deeper and deeper.

It was a little inconvenient for him to squat with one hand on her pillow, so he simply sat down beside her, casually pulled her messy hair together, and frowned with some disgust.

This hair - probably still Fu Feng Wanyu, right?

I really want to rip her off and put her own burgundy hair back on.

He was groaning, Xiao Qingti probably sensed the warmth on his body in his sleep, and actually leaned over automatically and spontaneously.

Finally, she hugged him like a koala and pulled him into her arms, and this time she was finally more comfortable, and she slept boldly and confidently.

Feng Huiliu paused for a moment, looking at her leaning against her and smiling a little.