Quan Moxu returned to Longyin Palace, his face was still yin, his chest seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't find an outlet.

It wasn't until he saw the woman sitting quietly in the courtyard making tea and sleeping that the depression seemed to dissipate a little.

Suddenly, the heart became very soft.

The footsteps stopped in place for a moment, and then he stepped away and continued in her direction.

"How did you come up with the idea of making tea today?"

It's also good that she can find something of interest.

In the past, she liked to fiddle with these things in the palace, and she wouldn't complain to him about being boring and having nothing to do, but later when he figured out that she actually liked the outside life very much, and then looked at her behavior at the moment, he felt extremely sour in his heart.

The woman who was fiddling with the tea set smiled and looked up slowly, "Anyway, I don't have much to do when I'm idle." ”

He was stunned at first, and then shocked.

There was a quiet and soft smile on that fair and beautiful face, which was so dazzling by the sunlight at the moment that it almost stinged his eyes, making him look at her so blankly for a long time.

"Huan'er?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

She blinked, but he didn't answer, so she lowered her head again to tinker with what was in her hand.

Kwon Moxu opened his mouth and strode up to her, staring at the face tightly, making sure that she was her, not his dream.

Xia Qinghuan, who was looking at it with focused eyes, couldn't help but raise her head again, and sighed helplessly, "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Before the words fell, he was suddenly pulled into the arms of the man.

This time, he was probably excited and worried about her injury, so he didn't hug her directly when he did this action, but pressed her waist and let her lean on his arms, and his delicate body was close to his chest, which was indescribably painful.

It hurts and I don't know what to do, but it dilutes the ecstasy that should have been.

"Huan'er."

Xia Qinghuan looked at the orchid in the courtyard, her eyes narrowed slightly, "You won't ask me if it's true or fake in the next sentence, right?" ”

“……”

He really had the urge to do it.

She was so strange that he couldn't believe that what was happening in front of him was real.

Just now he was still thinking, it took Lao Qi a year to coax Song Xiangsi back, so how many years should he use to make up for the injuries this woman has suffered, and then how many years will it take to make her change her mind?

But now, reality has hit his senses and cognition hard.

He didn't even have time to wonder if her sudden change had another purpose.

Because—even if the answer is yes, he willingly accepts it.

"Sitting outside for so long, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired of sitting, but I'm tired of being hugged by you, you let go of me."

"Okay."

The man relaxed the strength in his arms according to his words, but he didn't mean to let go of her at all, and still stared at her intently.

She chuckled, "You lied to me if you said it well but didn't let go?" ”

Quan Moxu's eyes straightened, "I let go, but I can't let go." ”

She smiled deeper, and her delicate and beautiful face was covered with a quiet and soft smile, "Then you loosen it up, I'll pour you tea." ”

"Okay."

He seemed to have made a lot of determination to change from wrapping around her whole person to simply hugging her waist.

Xia Qinghuan took two cups and put them in front of her, then carried the teapot, poured out the tea she had just brewed, and handed it to the man.

"Give you ......"