Xiuzhi's mind went blank, and she only felt that the whole person easily sank into his intoxicating deep kiss.

It took a long time for the breeze to spare her, and each other was out of breath, and she finally quieted down, looking at him with a pair of watery eyes.

Qingfeng lowered his head to look at her, only to feel that her eyes overflowed with a soft light.

"Now be quiet and listen to me." The man's low, hoarse voice fell into her ears, making her inexplicably quiet, only tilting her head back, her hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, not knowing whether to push him away or to hold him tighter.

Qingfeng's tone softened: "Miss Xiuzhi, I like your sachet very much, you ...... I love it too. ”

Xiuzhi was slightly stunned, and that damn heartbeat began to beat wildly again: "What do you mean?" She looked at him in disbelief.

Qingfeng leaned over, took her lips in his mouth, and tossed and turned for a long time, until she completely softened in her arms, and then he spared her: "Do you understand now?" ”

was afraid that if she didn't understand again, she might be suffocated by his kiss directly, but helplessly, Xiuzhi could only nod.

Qingfeng said again: "Do you still give this sachet to others?" ”

Xiuzhi shook her head.

Qingfeng handed her the pearl hairpin: "Do you still want this pearl hairpin?" ”

Xiuzhi nodded again.

Qingfeng looked at her and almost buried her head in his arms, and didn't dare to look up at him, so she couldn't help frowning slightly: "Why don't you speak?" ”

Xiuzhi silently buried her head lower.

Qingfeng directly provoked her chin, forcing her to look at herself, she didn't want to, the face in her arms was already red, and her eyes were blurry and rippling, which tickled people's hearts.

The breeze rolled the Adam's apple, and the whole body suddenly became a little hot.

Who would have thought that Xiuzhi directly reached out and hooked his neck and took the initiative to send his lips up.

"Qing guard, only for a lifetime, Xiuzhi just wants to be your person, from the first time I saw you, I thought so......"

In an instant, Qingfeng suddenly felt that the women in the world were all kinds of talents and all kinds of appearances, and he was not keen on it, but only the one in his arms.

Qingfeng was no longer restrained, turned over and pressed her under him, his warm hand reaching into the corner of her clothes, and holding her thin waist without any gaps.

Before you know it, it's evening.

According to this time, Xiao Yan should have come back a long time ago, and Shu Wan was waiting at the gate of the courtyard early, with a pair of eyes eager to pierce.

Seeing that the person had not come back for a long time, she ran to the gate again and waited.

Before she could do it, a child ran to her cheerfully, suddenly handed her a note, smiled at her, and ran away without saying anything.

Shu Wan opened the letter paper, and the handwriting inside seemed to be Xiao Yan's.

Shu Wan looked at the contents of the note, and a smile flowed in her eyes.

She carefully carried the note in her arms, turned around and ran to Xiuzhi's yard.

No wonder Xiao Yan didn't come back for a long time, it turned out that he wanted to surprise her like this.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she arrived at Xiuzhi's courtyard, Shu Wan heard a faint moan and a sigh from the room, and her steps were paused, and her heart couldn't be clearer.

It's not good to bother right now.

Helpless, she could only retreat from the courtyard, turn around and leave the house.

It's just that before leaving the house, she was afraid that Xiuzhi would be worried if she couldn't find her, so she still left her a note and put it on the desktop in her room.

If Xiuzhi went to her room to look for her, she would be able to see the note she left at a glance.

There is a cherry blossom tree that has been around for 500 years at the head of Nishihashi, Kyoto Castle.

This cherry blossom tree, which has witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless people, and its branches are covered with red silk for generations, and it is worshiped by the people of Kyoto as a moon tree.

At that time, it was getting dark, and Shu Wan stood alone under the cherry blossom tree, waiting for her sweetheart with anticipation.

Later, the cold wind blew the petals of the tree, and the sky seemed to rain pink.

Shu Wan looked up, and couldn't help but reach out and take the petal and put it in the palm of her hand.

At this moment, a man stepped on the steps and walked calmly step by step.

His black hair is like ink, and when the mountain wind lifts up, his clothes are fluttering, like a fairy.

Shu Wan heard the movement, and in the rain of flowers, she slowly turned around and looked at the stairs.

At first, there was only a flash of black hair on the top of his head, but as he walked up, his appearance became much more apparent.

Shu Wan couldn't help but call out: "Ah Yan......"

But when the man presented his whole face in front of her, Shu Wan was stunned.

Because it was not Xiao Yan's face, but a person wearing a golden mask......

Through the golden mask, Shu Wan could see that the slightly curved black eyes under the mask were black and white, as well as the smile on the corner of his mouth was warm and indifferent, and even the faint smell of pine and cypress on his body was very familiar.

Shu Wan unconsciously took a few steps back, almost blurting out his name: "Wen Tingyu!" ”