Quickly penetrate the beautiful host and be fascinated by it

"You, who are you?" She didn't react and asked reflexively.

The next second I saw hurt flashing in the young man's eyes: "Sister, it was you who rescued me, don't you remember?"

Jiang Wantang suddenly realized: "Ah, it's you!"

"I saw how badly you were injured during the day. I never thought you could get out of bed. It seems you will recover soon."

Seeing that the boy was not seriously ill, Jiang Wantang, who was already happy today, became even happier, with joy filling the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Mu Feng was not so happy, and his heart sank slightly when he thought of the coquettish look on her little daughter's face when she just turned around.

She looked over her head towards the door, her sharp eyes seeming to penetrate the door to see the man who made her look like this.

Jiang Wantang followed his gaze and looked at the door: "What's wrong? Is there anything on the door?"

Mu Feng then looked away, shook his head, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly his brows wrinkled, he covered his chest and coughed.

He coughed so violently that he seemed to be coughing out his lungs, which frightened Jiang Wantang.

She was a little at a loss, and in her panic, she didn't care about the male and female defenses. She raised her hand and patted his back to calm him down.

Mu Feng's pupils narrowed as his soft and delicate hands touched the skin on his back through the clothes.

The cold wind was blowing in the late autumn night, and he felt the warmth of the girl's hands traveling down his back to his heart. It was as warm as the winter sun, making people drowsy.

How can someone who has felt this warmth let it go so easily?

Therefore, you must pay close attention to the prince you have never met, otherwise the treasure will not be returned if someone takes it away.

Jiang Wantang felt a chill as soon as his hand came into contact with the young man's thin back. This was obviously a cold that he had contracted after being outside for a long time: "How long have you been standing here?"

Just after she finished speaking, she clearly felt the skin under her hands stiffen for a moment: "No, not long, just came for a while."

Jiang Wantang took back his hand: "I don't like dishonest people."

There was panic in Mu Feng's eyes. He looked at the hands that were far away from him and wanted to reach out to hold them back, but they stayed in mid-air.

The pale lips moved: "Sister, don't dislike me. I didn't mean to lie, I just..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly lowered his head and stopped talking.

Through the faint light coming from the room, Jiang Wantang clearly saw two crystal tears falling to the ground and disappearing.

She had never seen a man cry before, and she was the one who made her cry. She was at a loss for a moment.

"You, don't cry."

"I don't dislike you. You are covered in injuries. You don't take good care of your injuries. You come here to blow the wind. I must ask."

"Unexpectedly, you didn't tell the truth. Of course I was not happy, so my tone was a little harsher."

Hearing her deliberately softened voice, Mu Feng raised his head pitifully, his eyes moist.

"Sister, I was wrong. I will never lie again."

"I've been here for an hour. I know you saved me, so I'm waiting here for you. I want to know what the person who saved me looks like?"

Jiang Wantang smiled: "You don't have to be so polite. Since meeting each other is fate, I won't treat it like I didn't see it."

Mu Feng's eyes flashed: Yes, fate, what a beautiful word.

Jiang Wantang likes to look into other people's eyes when communicating with others, so she had a panoramic view of this very charming scene, with a flash of amazement in her eyes.

"so beautiful!"

The tips of the young man's ears instantly turned red, and a shy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made him even more bewildered.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Wantang suddenly realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart. He was a little embarrassed for a moment. It seemed inappropriate to describe a man as beautiful.

The young man didn't care, and expressed his joy for her in a clean voice: "Sister is so beautiful, she is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

The pure voice reached his ears, and Jiang Wantang smiled. His voice was really similar to his, clean and pure.

A gust of wind passed by, and the young man's thin figure moved. Only then did Jiang Wantang notice his pale lips.

"You are still injured. Go back to the house and rest quickly. You don't have to wait for me in the future."

She urged the boy to go back to the house. The boy nodded obediently, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back: "Sister, my name is Mu Feng."

Jiang Wantang was stunned, and then introduced himself: "My name is Jiang Wantang."

She thought that after introducing each other's names, Mu Feng would leave, but he still stared at her unblinkingly, with some anxiety in his eyes.

Jiang Wantang rolled his eyes and said tentatively: "Good night, Mu Feng."

The young man was happy, with a bright smile on his charming face, so beautiful that he said: "Good night, sister."

After he finished speaking, he waved to her without stopping. Jiang Wantang looked at his back and thought: If only I had a younger brother, he would be as cute and sincere as him...

Yuzhu's voice sounded from a distance. Jiang Wantang shook his head to get rid of his thoughts and entered the room.

Returning to the room and looking at the fabrics on the table, Jiang Wantang recalled her cousin's face in her mind.

She picked up the clothes and sewed them carefully, stitch by stitch, and said to Yuzhu without taking her eyes away: "Yuzhu, I'm going to sleep late today. You don't have to keep vigil. Go back to sleep."

Yuzhu smiled and nodded, and reminded before leaving: "Miss, don't stay up too late, it will hurt your body."

After hearing Jiang Wantang's agreement, she turned around and left, closing the door quietly.

Early the next morning, Jiang Wantang got up with a yawn, and Yuzhu pouted unhappy.

"Miss~ I told you not to stay up too late, but you still didn't listen."

Jiang Wantang smiled and acted coquettishly: "Good Yuzhu, it's my cousin's birthday in five days. It happens to be winter at that time. I want to make it quickly and give my cousin a surprise."

Yuzhu couldn't do anything to her: "Okay, okay, my lady."

In the next few days, Jiang Wantang did not go out. He Lianyue refused when he invited her to go out to play. When Shen Zeqian came to see her, he excused himself and stayed in the house to embroider clothes.

At night, looking at the clothes that were still in some condition, Jiang Wantang felt a little sad. It seemed that she could only give them to her cousin tomorrow night.

After staying up for several nights in a row, her unsatisfactory body began to protest. She couldn't stay up late tonight. If she got up earlier tomorrow and started embroidering, she would definitely be able to finish it by night.

Jiang Wantang thought like this, lying on the bed and closing his eyes for a while, he fell asleep.

Yuzhu carefully tucked her into bed, looked at the needle holes on her fingers, felt distressed and took some medicine before blowing out the candles and leaving.

As soon as her front feet left, Mu Feng came quietly through the window with her back feet.

He carefully lay on the bedside and looked at Jiang Wantang's face, his eyes full of love and fascination.

Suddenly, he moved the tip of his nose and followed the smell and saw the needle holes on the slender fingers, and jealousy gathered in his eyes.

After a while, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss the injured finger, but in the end he turned around and picked up the clothes that he had almost finished embroidering on the table, put it to his lips and kissed it, as if he was kissing his lover, with the utmost tenderness.

Sister, this dress just fits me, so you must have embroidered it for me, right?

That’s right, if it’s not for you, who else could it be given to?

He asked and answered himself, successfully coaxed (deceived) himself, turned around and took a deep look at the sleeping face on the bed, and then quietly turned out of the window.

After returning to the house, he picked up a pen and wrote a letter, folded it into a small piece of paper, and tied it to the leg of the little black cat who had been waiting outside the house for a long time. The kitten's soft hair covered the small piece of paper.

Mu Feng fed the kitten a piece of meat, and then the kitten twisted its butt and left.

Looking at the little figure of the kitten leaving, Mu Feng smiled wildly: Your Majesty, I told you to keep a close eye on the treasure, otherwise... it will be easily lost.