The night inside the castle is bleak to the bone, obviously it is the early spring season, but it is like a cold winter and the moon is cold.

Ding Bao couldn't sleep coldly, and wrapped the thick quilt on his body again, still with cold hands and feet.

The cold air seemed to come out of the bones, and it was useless to cover it.

She snorted and got out of bed, and when she opened the door and went out, she found that it was much warmer outside than in the house, probably because of the fireplace that was burning all the time in the living room.

Ding Bao looked at the jumping firelight, stepped on the slippers and walked slowly, went down the stairs and came closer, she saw a black shadow sitting in front of the fireplace, and from the slender back, it could be seen that it was Jinting.

She let out a cold breath, touched and turned around to leave, when suddenly a young man's voice came from behind her.

"Which guest is it?"

Ding Bao sniffed and said in a sullen voice.

"It's me."

"You've got a cold."

"Well, it's a little cold in the house, so I'll just come down and take a walk."

Looking at Jin Ting, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, Ding Bao suspected that he was sitting here waiting for her to come.

Sure enough, the boy spoke again.

"Then come and make a fire."

Ding Bao sat down slowly, poured her a cup of hot tea, and thoughtfully sent a cushion over.

The two of them were not far from each other, and in the quiet living room, there was only the "beep-beep" explosion sound of charcoal burning, and the cold hands and feet quickly warmed up, Ding Bao began to feel sleepy, but now he couldn't sleep.

Because she has to cooperate with the child next to her, otherwise the other party will hook up with her so hard, and she will be indifferent, wouldn't it be too disappointing.

So Ding Bao held on to his sleepiness, turned his face cautiously, and tentatively stayed on Jin Ting's face.

I have to say that he is really beautiful, his curly hair is soft and well-behaved, and his porcelain white face is like a comic beautiful boy carefully depicted in the painting, and a light blue ribbon hangs quietly behind his head, which adds a bit of fragile beauty to the boy.

Ding Bao had only seen this kind of picture in comics before, and after looking at it twice, his sleepiness subsided slightly.

Jin Ting has been bowing his head and not saying a word, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his fingertips with distinct bones are white and clean, and when he looks closer, the young man's whole body is coated with a layer of golden halo by the firelight, and his temperament is becoming more and more soft and clean, attracting people's attention, making people fall into it unconsciously.

Ding Bao smiled silently, and finally took the initiative to talk.

"Why don't you go to bed?"

"Can't sleep."

"Why?"

Ding Bao is not usually such a nosy character, but now he is extraordinarily enthusiastic.

Like a licking dog.

Jin Ting lowered his head and slowly took a sip of tea, his lips were crimson and gorgeous under the firelight, Ding Bao stared at his lips, and saw that he showed white teeth when he spoke.

"After the death of my family, I often had insomnia, and when I first lay down, my mind was full of cluttered images, and since then I have come here to sit for a while if I can't sleep, and the warmth makes me feel that I am still alive."

The young man's words are soft to the bone, obviously he can't see his eyes, but he can imagine the loneliness and sadness in his eyes at this moment, even the curly long hair is drooping down, causing infinite tenderness and pity from others for no reason.

Ding Bao sensed that something was wrong.

Fortunately, she was sober enough, so when she looked at Jin Ting in front of her, she only felt that this child was like a ghostly fish demon under the sea, who was used to seducing people.

She coughed lightly, a look of pity on her face.

"So now you're living alone in such a big house?"