A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"Let me help you wash first!" Sikong Yan's voice was trembling, with a hint of nervousness and shyness. He didn't dare look at Xiao Sizhe, but stared at the silk handkerchief in his hand, as if it was an invaluable treasure.

Xiao Sizhe was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise and shyness on her face. She looked at Sikong Yan, bit her lips lightly, and said nothing.

Sikong Yan's hands were trembling slightly, and his heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent room. His mind was like a mess at the moment, with all kinds of thoughts intertwined.

While gently wiping Xiao Sizhe's face, he thought secretly in his heart: "She is really a woman, all this is too incredible. Why does she have to dress up as a man? Is there something she can't hide?" His heart was full of doubts, and he became more and more curious about Xiao Sizhe's life experience.

"I didn't even notice it. I'm so careless." Sikong Yan couldn't help but blame himself. He recalled every little detail he had with Xiao Sizhe. All those details that he had overlooked appeared before his eyes. He thought of the gentleness and delicacy that Xiao Sizhe occasionally showed. Why didn't he notice those differences from other men before?

At the same time, he felt a little relieved. He was relieved that he had discovered this secret and could get to know Xiao Sizhe more deeply. He felt an inexplicable excitement and anticipation in his heart, looking forward to having more contact and understanding with Xiao Sizhe.

Sikong Yan's hand moved gently, and the handkerchief slowly slid across every inch of Xiao Sizhan's face. His eyes were full of expectation, but as the handkerchief wiped more and more places, his eyes gradually dimmed, and a sense of loss surged in his heart.

He sighed softly, and the sigh seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with a hint of helplessness and disappointment.

"No disguise." He thought to himself. He originally thought that in the process of washing Xiao Sizha's face, a miracle would happen and she would turn back into his beloved Xiao Lan'er. However, the Xiao Sizha in front of him was still the familiar face, without any change. This made him feel extremely puzzled and confused. But his resemblance was so unquestionable.

Xiao Sizhe saw Sikong Yan sighing, and her heart tightened. She thought Sikong Yan was worried about sending Xiao Lanwei to be a secret guard. For some reason, a sour feeling suddenly surged into her heart. Her eyes were slightly red, and her heart was full of grievance and unwillingness. She suddenly snatched the silk handkerchief from Sikong Yan's hand and threw it into the basin with force.

With a "splash", the water in the basin splashed out and fell on the ground like a blooming flower.

Sikong Yan was startled by Xiao Sizhe's sudden action. He subconsciously stretched out his big hand and held Xiao Sizhe's small hand tightly. His eyes were full of concern and worry, and he asked anxiously: "What's wrong, brother? Didn't my brother make you angry?"

Little Sizhe stood on the stool, staring straight at Sikong Yan, with her mouth pouting like a ripe cherry. Sikong Yan couldn't help but be moved by her cute appearance, and really wanted to take a bite.

"Do you think I'm not as pretty as your Xiao Lan'er? That's why you sigh!" Xiao Sizhe's voice was a little tearful, and her eyes were full of grievance and dissatisfaction.

Sikong Yan was slightly stunned when he heard Xiao Sizhe's words. He then realized that Xiao Sizhe had misunderstood the reason for his sigh. A feeling of helplessness and pampering surged in his heart. He knew that girls were always more sensitive and delicate, especially when facing emotional issues.

"How can girls compare with boys? Boys cannot be described as pretty!" Sikong Yan said softly, his eyes full of tenderness and patience.

"Hmph! I don't care! Tell me who is prettier, me or him?" Xiao Sizhe asked relentlessly, with a stubborn light flashing in her eyes.

Sikong Yan looked at Xiao Sizhe's lovely appearance, and his heart was filled with love. He knew that if he didn't meet Xiao Sizhe's request at this time, she would definitely be even more angry. So, he said without hesitation: "Of course, of course my brother is the most handsome, no one can compare to him!"

After hearing Sikong Yan's answer, Xiao Sizhe finally smiled. That smile was like a flower in full bloom in spring, brilliant and charming. Her eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing two small white canine teeth.

Sikong Yan looked at Xiao Sizhe's smile and felt extremely relieved and satisfied. He gently released Xiao Sizhe's hand, reached out and touched her head, and said gently: "Okay, brother, don't be angry. I'm just thinking about something, not because you are not beautiful."

Xiao Sizhe turned around with a smile on her face, jumped off the stool like a happy little bird, and ran away in the blink of an eye. Her energetic voice echoed in the air: "I'll go get the foot bath!" Then, her figure gradually disappeared into the night. Since the victory of the thrilling battle in the north, this time every night has become a unique and warm time between Xiao Enzhe and Sikong Yan.

They would sit together on the bed, soaking their feet in the warm foot bath, enjoying this moment of peace and comfort. Every night, they would sleep soundly until dawn, as if all their fatigue and troubles were gradually dissipating in the warm water.

Sikong Yan sat quietly beside the bed, his thoughts drifting back to the moment when they first met. It was a cold winter day, with snowflakes floating in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be covered by a layer of white gauze.

On his way back home, he suddenly heard a timid but expectant voice calling out, "Brother Yan." That voice was like a warm current in the cold night, instantly touching his heartstrings. However, when he looked in the direction of the voice, he saw a ragged, thin-faced little beggar. He could not connect the poor child in front of him with the familiar figure in his memory.

He asked Xiao Sizhe with full of doubt why he knew his name. Xiao Sizhe just blinked his clear and bright eyes and said firmly that he had known it for a long time and must call him Brother Yan. At that time, Sikong Yan just thought that the child might be coaxing him and did not take it to heart.

But as time went by, Sikong Yan became more and more surprised and puzzled by the various actions and habits of Xiao Sizha. Those small actions that were revealed inadvertently, the familiar eyes, and even some small details that only they knew, all made Sikong Yan feel that the little Sizha in front of him seemed to be the little Lanling who had accompanied him in the past.