He Guang Tongchen thought a lot, and because of the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, his body quickly became hot.

The heart-burning pain hit him one after another, but he couldn't hold back and didn't dare to snort. No matter what, he couldn't let her go, even if he was destined to risk his life.

Huaxin sensed his strangeness, and pressed his palm against his body to condense his spiritual power to probe for a moment, as hot as five fingers probing into a furnace.

Knowing that he was not in a good situation, she couldn't bear to let him suffer any longer, so she deliberately rolled over in a daze, rolled out of his arms, and kept a safe distance.

He Guang Tongchen still wanted to hug her, but she muttered deliberately, "It's hot, it's hot"

Sure enough, his outstretched hand retracted.

Her heart ached so badly that her fingers gripped the mattress beneath her, and tears soaked her unconsciously.

After she closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze, she gently touched the corners of her eyes after herself with the light and dust, where there were still half-dried tears.

The tears that penetrated his fingertips were cold to his heart, instantly extinguishing the fire in his heart.

He guessed that she must have something on her mind, and he vaguely felt that the secret he had worked so hard to hide might already be known to her.

When it was a little brighter, he lay down and could not sleep, so he got up and went to make breakfast. After he left, Huaxin rolled over, turned his back to the sky, and let out a long sigh.

He didn't want her to know, so she had to pretend not to know, but acting against each other was really tiring and tired.

When the smoke on the chimney stopped, the painting cheered up and leaned against the window to look out.

Outside the window, the branches of the plum trees are blooming with scorching flowers.

The red flowers are so festive, but their ending is so sad, it really doesn't deserve the scene at all.

He Guang Tongchen walked slowly under the tree with a food box, the moonlight cloud sleeves brushed the flower branches, and the handsome face was hidden behind the layers of flower branches, half bright and half plain.

As if sensing her gaze, He Guang Tongchen put the food box on the stone table, turned his head to look at the window through the flower branches, met his warm eyes, and smiled brightly.

She propped her arms on the windowsill, leaned out of the window, and smiled at him, "Come and carry me out." ”

Although the painting heart is lazy, it is rarely so coquettish, and the light and dust were stunned, and then the flower branches came over.

When he hugged her, he suddenly felt that it was very quiet today, and then he remembered that he hadn't seen the kid in Qingchu, and couldn't help but ask nervously, "What about Qingchu? Are you still asleep? Why are you so peaceful today?"

After he reminded him, Huaxin remembered that the kid in the early Qing Dynasty was still in a faint hole by her.

However, it is better to fall asleep, otherwise when she leaves, the kid will definitely cry again, and she will be even more reluctant to see it.

Smiling, she said perfunctorily, "Probably tired last night, let him sleep a little longer." ”

He Guang Tongchen did not doubt that there was a fake, and his face was ashamed, "It's me who is not good, and I make you worried." ”

He didn't dare to ask about last night, for fear that Huaxin would know something, and he had been waiting for Huaxin to ask him something, but Huaxin never asked anything.

This made him even more uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen, as if the beauty of the moment was an illusion.

"You know we're worried. Huaxin raised his finger and poked his eyebrows and smiled, "Yesterday afternoon, Qing Chu squatted at the door until late, his feet were frozen, and his eyes were swollen from crying. ”