Xingyu walked into the kitchen, stretched out his hands from behind and hugged Hyunye's waist tightly, pressed his side face against his broad and sturdy back, and smelled the dragon incense mixed with fireworks on his body at the tip of his nose, slightly moistening his eyes.

Hyun Ye's body was stunned for a moment, and his whole body tensed, feeling the warmth that suddenly appeared behind him, and he instantly relaxed his body, and the cold and resolute lines on his face became a little softer in an instant.

He didn't look back, his slender and white right hand held the silver spatula, the shovel stir-fried a few times in the iron pot, and his left hand took the white porcelain plate next to him, poured the fresh and tender bamboo shoots washed in the plate into the pot, and fried them with bacon.

"The guest hasn't arrived for a long time, and I'm afraid I'm a lot unfamiliar with this cooking skill, so I hope you don't dislike it. ”

There was a hint of hoarseness in Hyunye's clear voice, and he raised his eyes to look at the blurred black tile roof in the green smoke, trying to remove all the mist rising in his eyes, but to no avail.

"If Xianjun is willing to take out two jars of peach blossom brew to make amends, I will be generous and not bother with you. ”

After Xingyu answered this familiar conversation, she couldn't help but choke up tears.

Her big tears were like pearls with broken threads, and they fell on the moon-white robe of Hyun Ye with a hot temperature, and also burned the white skin under his cloth.

Hyun Ye sighed faintly, and his voice was full of complexity and depth.

He turned around and hugged her petite and thin body into his arms, and raised his hand to gently wipe the tears from her face.

His slender fingertips stayed on the side of her crying red eyes, looking down at her watery and translucent black eyes, phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, thin lips approached and kissed, like a dragonfly dotting water, touched lightly and left.

Xingyu couldn't help but subconsciously opened his eyes wide, his eyes were a little stunned, and his thick eyelashes, which were wet with tears, shone with crystal light under the bright light of the night pearl.

Hyun Ye suddenly smiled, smiling like a child who got what he wanted, with a look of satisfaction on his face: "The first time I saw you crying, I wanted to do this." ”

His fingers rubbed against the corners of her eyes, and he continued softly, "You look best when you laugh." When you cry, it makes people feel very distressed. ”

"There is a saying in the mortal world that a woman will fall in love with a man who makes her laugh, but she will fall in love with the man who makes her cry. ”

"Once upon a time, I just wanted you to be carefree and happy. So from the beginning, I was doomed to lose. ”

"Because I'm just the one who makes you laugh!"

He gently lifted her chin with his right hand, made her raise her head to meet his eyes, and asked with burning eyes, "But now, I think, I've become the man who makes you cry, right?"

"If I can be the man who makes you cry, I am willing to feel distressed all the time, but I ...... "I am reluctant to let you cry and make you hurt!"

Hyunye paused, the corners of his mouth hooked a complex bitterness, and his arms tightly and forcefully wrapped around her petite body, sighing silently.

Xingyu raised his eyes and looked at him with teary eyes, his eyes overflowing with deep guilt.

Her white teeth bit at the pink lip, and drops of crystal tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes.

She couldn't refute his words!

Whether it's that mortal saying, or what he says, "He's the one who makes her laugh", it's true!