In the chaos, he felt a girl's faint purple fragrance penetrate into his nose as the girl approached, a feeling so familiar and distant, so far away that he wanted to forget.

There was once a little girl with the fairy posture of an immortal, and there was a similar natural body fragrance, but it was a girl with a poisonous scorpion heart, and he had dug her out from the bottom of his heart, and he never wanted to mention the past, why did the calm heart throb today.

He couldn't let go of the feeling. He secretly despised himself as a masochist, and secretly sighed, driving away the most unbearable memories in his heart.

The girl's breath blew on his cheeks, tickling, numb, and a strange feeling of comfort rose slowly. So that he could not get rid of the feelings in his heart.

A soft wet handkerchief gently circled on his face, gently wiped the sweat stains on his face, felt her bend down to wash the handkerchief, the clean handkerchief stuck to his lips, and wiped off the medicinal juice on his lips little by little.

The touch of the handkerchief set off the softest feeling in his heart, such as the girl's soft lips tightly attached to his lip flap, he wanted to give up the chase of the fairy air, and the fairy gas attached to his lip flap drilled into the gap between the teeth, pried open the teeth through the throat, sent deep into the abdominal cavity, stirring the water in the abdomen, with the breath opened by the fairy gas to erupt, so that he felt like to ride the wind and waves in an instant, the life that passed away with the waves had a faint beat, and the dead heart had a trace of excitement.

The fairy qi dived deeply, like a pacemaker of life, which made his desperate heart rekindle, and after spitting out the stagnant water in his stomach and breathing smoothly, he took a big breath to understand that life had been reborn, and the reborn life would be inextricably linked with the petite girl in front of him.

Is it? Is there a connection with her? This girl is delicate and beautiful, ice and jade, with the appearance of an immortal, and the heart of a bodhisattva to save people, how can it coincide with the appearance of the vicious girl hidden in the deepest part of her heart. It's really sick and confused.

The wet handkerchief stroked his face and slowly moved under his neck. His breath tightened. His body suddenly stiffened, and he wanted to push away his lotus root arm but he was helpless and weak, and he didn't bother to move his fingertips, and he wanted to get more heart-stirring purple flowers, so he lay motionless on the bed and let his heart be entangled in vain.

A pair of small hands unbuttoned his shirt, pinched the wet handkerchief and reached for his back, fingertips touching the scars of different shades on his back, and his hands trembled.

Ziwei didn't know why she felt like this, her heart ached, her hands were shaking, she wanted to know more, to find out why her body had such a huge reaction, she had a feeling of wanting to be close to him, leaning down and unbuttoning his clothes.

His heart sank, and a secret that he was extremely unwilling to be discovered made him reflexively move, pushed her away with his right hand, and pulled the quilt to cover his body.

A pair of eyes as bright as Xingchen opened, and the bloodless thin lips moved slightly: "Girl, men and women can't stand it." ”

Ziwei was embarrassed, her face was red, according to the normal situation, she should have dropped the handkerchief to hide her face and ran out of the house, but somehow her legs couldn't move, she just held the handkerchief for a long time before explaining: "Childe, I don't mean anything else, I just saw that you sweated a lot, and I want to help you wipe it, so as not to get sick again." ”

The young man's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, just looked at her intently. From her body saw the bygone years, a petite figure frolicking, coquettish, playing with him in his arms, and they played games together.

At this time, recalling her crying, her brutal and willful appearance sometimes has a cute side, and what happened later is really unbearable for him.

He moved his right hand, his fingertips and the residual body temperature of the hand touching hers, this residual body temperature made his consciousness recover immediately, he just had a strong feeling that he didn't want her to come close, he wanted to retain the little dignity he had. I don't want others to see his embarrassed appearance.

He struggled to get out of bed, he was going to get out of here. Leave all the people and things that can make his heart throb, whether he lives or dies, and no one else cares.

Holding him with both hands, Ziwei adjusted her mentality and smiled faintly: "Childe, are you hungry?" You haven't eaten for a day, you must be hungry, I have already asked Uncle Zhang to make you a knife cut noodles. ”

Ziwei held the young man's arm with both hands, his body was stunned, and the heat continued to pass from his palm, and through the thin fabric from his arm to the whole body, his slightly cool body was warmed a little. He slowly loosened his stiff body and sat down at the table in obedience to the pull of her hand.

"You sit down, I'll go get noodles." Ziwei lowered her eyes and smiled, whispered softly in his ear, and went out with brisk steps.

The clean, elegant, and bright smile made the young man lose his mind for a moment, and somewhere in his heart seemed to be stabbed by something and twitched. His gaze followed the cheerful back until it disappeared, never blinking.

Ziwei was dressed in the sunset, holding two bowls of knife-cut noodles, and walked in with a light smile: "The noodles are hot, and the son eats them while they are hot." ”

After speaking, he put the noodles in front of him, stuffed the chopsticks into his hands, and sat opposite him, looking at him with a pair of smart eyes and a smile.

He was immediately sucked by these smart eyes, fell into the trap of tenderness, and the most unknown side of his heart throbbed.

"Eat, Uncle Zhang's knife-cut noodles are the best noodles I've ever tasted. It's a must. Taste it and you'll have a lingering aftertaste. I never get tired of it, and I think about it a lot. She winked mischievously, urging him to hurry up and share the joy of food with her.

She picked up a small bowl casually, drove down a little noodles from the bowl, and said while eating: "Childe, this knife-cut noodles are more complicated when made, not only to see the tenacity of the master kneading the noodles, but also to see the master's knife work, and when you put it in the pot, you also need to look at the heat of the noodles. ”

"Childe, you see that this noodle is shaved thick and even, and the cooking temperature is just right, it will definitely be delicious."

Ziwei picked up a few noodles, slid them into her mouth, chewed and swallowed slowly, her big eyes narrowed slightly, and she comfortably stretched out her pink lilac tongue and licked her ruddy lips: "Delicious, delicious" raised her head and drank the remaining mouthful of noodles.

A bowl of noodles was pushed in front of her: "Girl, you're hungry, eat a little more." ”

"Hehehe, I ate it very delicious, I want everyone to share the good things, you can eat it too! It feels very warm for everyone to eat together. Ziwei urged with chopsticks on the edge of his bowl.

The aroma of the noodles lured his stomach to "coo", the young man held the bowl, followed her example and slowly picked up a few noodles, chewed carefully, looked at her delicate appearance, and the soft words blew the haze in his heart like a warm wind, and his eyes unconsciously showed a touch of tenderness.

"Also, success." Ziwei raised two fingers and put them on her head, tilted her head, and looked at the noodles she had carefully prepared with a smile on her face.

"What's the pleasure," the young man asked, looking up in confusion.

"Good things are shared together, which is called blessing and hardship."

She chewed deliciously and swallowed a mouthful of noodles: "What should I name this noodle?" You say, how about taking a purple knife and cutting noodles? ”

She happily raised her fist and waved it in the air.

The young man's mood was also infected, and he also took a big bite of the noodles, chewed hard, chewed the noodles and swallowed them, and savored them, leaving a mouthful full of fragrant aroma: "delicious"

They ate noodles and tasted the taste, and Uncle Zhang brought two large bowls, which were also eaten.

Ziwei's stomach was round, she rubbed her belly, and asked softly, "Childe, what's your name?" “

A pair of bony hands, holding chopsticks and resting on the edge of the bowl, he lowered his eyes, a stiff wry smile hung on the corner of his lips, and he whispered for a long time: "Anonymous"

The air grew a little dull

Ziwei smiled, in order to ease the atmosphere, and then echoed: "Hehehe, heroes don't ask about their origins, gold will always shine." It seems that we are golden partners, you call me girl, I call you Anonymous. ”

The girl is very kind to Anonymous.