"Boom!"

Baguio stroked his head with his delicate fingers and looked at Yunmo fixedly, with a strange expression.

It was as if a drop of water had dropped into Little Baguio's heart lake, and she used her delicate fingers to float her forehead, warm and warm, but extremely comfortable and warm, as if her whole body was soaked in hot water, so comfortable that even her pores were breathing.

Looking at the big brother in front of him in a daze, Baguio's young heart was full of strange feelings. Although her father loves her, he always has to care about her image in front of his subordinates, and will not be so intimate to her in front of outsiders; her mother is close to her, but she can't replace her father's feelings; Aunt You usually doesn't talk much, and more often than not, she is either practicing, or she is alone in a daze with a long withered sleeve. But just now, this brother felt very different, he looked full of sunshine, but it gave people a lazy feeling. Playing with him, he was not annoyed, he still smiled like this, just thinking about the smile on his face when he naughtily plucked his father's beard, which seemed helpless, but full of spoiling.

He played himself in the head? No one ever played in my head.

Baguio wanted to be angry, but he couldn't get angry, looking at the smiling face in front of him, his heart was inexplicably happy.

Yunmo looked at her thoughtful appearance with her little head tilted, and was even more pity, and hurriedly rubbed her forehead gently, feeling her soft hair rubbing her palm, which was extremely warm.

Little Baguio looked up and grinned at him, one big and one small giggling at each other.

The woman in black stopped rushing forward, and the woman in white put the cold glow in her sleeve, and the two silently looked at the two children in front of them, each falling into deep thought.

"Haha, hahaha~" Little Baguio's silver bell-like laughter echoed in the bamboo forest, his clothes and pants were almost soaked, and his bare pink little feet were running around in the pool, constantly splashing water on Yunmo's body. Yunmo dodged while splashing the water back at Little Baguio. The two women sat laughing and watching the two fight.

While Yunmo was not paying attention, the woman in black whispered, "Madam, there is nothing abnormal in the spring. ”

The woman in white didn't move, and said quietly: "There is nothing special around here, and there is nothing in the spring?"

"No, but," the woman in black hesitated for a moment and said, "Could it be that this Yunmo is the first to arrive?"

The woman in white pondered for a moment and said, "It doesn't look like it, but don't take it lightly, don't look at this kid's young age, it looks like his cultivation is not low, let's observe more." Then she lowered her voice: "Be careful everywhere you act here, I always have a feeling of being watched, I'm afraid that there are high-ranking people around here, but I don't know if it's friend or foe." ”

The woman in black was a little nervous: "Madam, if it's nothing, let's go first, after all, with Baguio, if you really do it with a righteous person, I'm afraid it's not very convenient." ”

The woman in white said: "It's okay, let's see what Yunmo is going to do next when I go back, if I leave, I may have gained, let's catch up, if he doesn't find out, we can also borrow his hand to dig out this auspicious secret." ”

Yunmo, who was playing with Baguio in the distance, quietly withdrew some of his thoughts, dispelled the idea of leaving tonight, and muttered to himself: The animal instincts of the demon clan are really keen.

Because of Baguio, in one afternoon, Yunmo and the two eldest sister-level beauties also got along well, although they each had calculations and vigilance, they could be regarded as getting along relatively well. The second daughter listened to the fairy tale that Yunmo told to Little Baguio, and she was also very interested, and her eyes when she looked at Yunmo softened a lot.

After playing for a while, Baguio was a little sleepy, snorting his eyes, but he was reluctant to tell the fresh story in Yunmo's mouth. Yunmo looked at her cute appearance, couldn't help but hold her in his arms, slowed down his voice and slowly talked about hypnotic fairy tales, Baguio fell asleep in his arms, breathing carefully like a cat. Seeing Yunmo's love, if it weren't for her mother being in front of her, she would like to kiss the peach-like ruddy and lovely little face.

The second daughter quietly watched the scene in front of her and did not speak. Seeing Yunmo slightly clumsy but cautiously coaxing Baguio to sleep, the second daughter was soft, and the little hostility towards him was also decreasing.

There was once a strange woman in the clan who said: "A man who can patiently coax a child is not a bad person." The idiot thought silently.

However, seeing that Yunmo, who was still a child, was taking care of the younger Baguio so carefully, the woman in white was not only warm, but also a little funny. Walking over, feeling his motionless embarrassment, she picked up the sleeping little girl from the arms of Yunmo, who was at a loss, and found that his forehead was full of fine and dense sweat particles, and she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. Fingers like jade, dotted on the young man's forehead: "Little fool", took out a fragrant plain white handkerchief from his arms, and gently wiped away the sweat beads.

Yuhime was dumbfounded.

Yunmo's body was as stiff as a stone, allowing her to gently brush her forehead and neck.

How many years, how many years have I not felt such care?

Yunmo was thinking hard, thinking hard, and could only dig out vague shadows in his memories, busy in the kitchen with an apron. The little boy stumbled over, "snapped" and tripped over, his delicate little face was covered with dust, and he was crying loudly, crying indistinctly: "Mom~" The figure in an apron hurriedly trotted over, picked him up, and gently flicked his head: "Little fool." The white handkerchief gently wiped the dusty little face, with soft force, gentle comfort

Yunmo suddenly came back to his senses, the same snow-white handkerchief, the same fragrant smell, the same gentle strength, staring at the veiled face in front of him in a daze, he suddenly wanted to cry.

Is it my mother? No, she's so beautiful, so beautiful that it's not so close to the mortal, even if she wears a veil, such beauty is not something that the world can have. He bit his lip and restrained his emotions.

The woman in white was a little confused, she couldn't understand the attachment, nostalgia, admiration and loss that burst out in the young man's eyes at this moment. She didn't understand what kind of experience could make people have such mixed emotions at the same time, she just slowly and softly wiped the dust and sweat from his face.

Suddenly, he broke away and didn't overdo it.

She looked at the glitter in the corner of his eye, seemed to understand something, turned his head over, and continued to wipe it softly.

Suzaku Yuhime was in a daze as always, and Baguio was still in her mother's arms and was breathing slightly like a kitten.

Silent.