After waiting for a while, Jiang Yu pushed the door and went in.

Looking around, there was no one inside.

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows, she closed the door and walked in, found a chair and sat down.

It's not there, where did it go?

[What about Sui Yun? Jiang Yu asked about the milk dumplings while looking at Sui Yun's room.

The furnishings inside are simple and clean, a table, two chairs and a bed, and some silver ornaments are hung on the wall, which look very intricately carved, and the patterns on it are very ancient, and there is a mysterious atmosphere on the face. This is a waiting chapter

Milk dumplings checked: [I haven't gone out in the ancient village, I should be busy with something.] 】

Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows and didn't speak.

After all, he is a priest, and it is normal to be busy with a lot of things every day.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but yawn after sitting for a while, she slept relatively early last night, but she got up early to work and filmed an early morning scene, and her body was already tired.

She thought that Sui Yun would not be able to come back for a while, so she lazily got up and walked to the side of the bed and lay down.

opened the neatly stacked light blue quilt on the side, Jiang Yu covered it on her body, the whole person curled up in a ball, and the whole person began to droop her eyelids, drooping from time to time, and she looked very tired.

There is also a faint cedar fragrance unique to Sui Yun's body on the quilt in a trance, which is extremely cold, wrapping the whole body, making Jiang Yu extraordinarily relaxed.

The familiar feeling swept over, and gradually, the whole person relaxed his vigilance and fell asleep defenselessly.

When Sui Yun came back, he pushed the door and came in, and realized that there was another person in his house.

His eyebrows were slightly constricted, and his expression was cold and bland.

It wasn't supposed to be someone from the stockade, and no one dared to enter his room without his permission.

Closing the door, the cold and alienated beauty walked in slowly, and the small silver bells around her waist and hair swayed gently, making a subtle 'jingle' sound.

A silver butterfly circled around the beauty, and finally his footsteps stopped beside the bed.

Sui Yun's expression seemed to pause a little, his slightly constricted eyebrows unconsciously soothed, he pursed his lips shallowly, and his eyes covered by pure white satin lowered his eyelashes.

He just stood quietly on the edge of the bed for a moment, then turned sideways to leave.

The cold blue robe was embroidered with ancient and mysterious totems, mixed with black elements, and a strand of jet-black hair was tied with a ribbon, and the end of the hair was adorned with a small silver bell, which fell on his chest.

The wide sleeves were rolled up, and his fingertips were held from behind.

Sui Yun paused, then stopped.

He didn't turn around, but he could clearly perceive the girl's delicate body lying lazily on his back, the hands that were holding his fingertips loosened, and then put their hands on his shoulders.

The girl's voice is unique to the softness and confusion after waking up, "Guess who I am~"

The tail note is deliberately prolonged, coquettish, and very sultry for no reason, which makes the tips of people's ears can't help but blush.

The cold and detached beauty priest had no waves, "Miss Jiang." His voice was calm and cold.

Jiang Fei yawned lazily, while playing with Sui Yun's hair, which was very soft, so Jiang Yu couldn't help but ask him: "With such long hair, what kind of shampoo do you usually use?" Do I need to take care of it? ”

The beauty priest coldly brushed her hand away, took a step forward, distanced himself from her, and then turned calmly.

He is very tall, he should be close to 1.9 meters, a little taller than He Zhisheng. Controlling the big and making the owl

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