Tong Huanyou took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse.

He turned around, showed a professional smile and said, "Thank you for your concern for me these past few days, big brother. I have prepared a small gift to express my gratitude."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the hair crown from the wooden table, and glanced at Song Yingyue, who had a gloomy look in her eyes.

I'm sorry! Lady, I was forced to do this!

Seeing this, Yu Qingci, who was standing by, curled up his lips into a sarcastic smile.

Xie Zhili said with a complicated expression: "Miss Tong, you don't have to be so polite..."

"Don't be shy, let me try it on for you?" As he said this, he moved closer to Xie Zhili.

But she didn't know that her palms had begun to sweat.

As Tong Huanyou took a step forward, Xie Zhili quickly stood up and took a few steps back.

He refused righteously, "No, Miss Tong, everything I did was my duty, there is no need to accept this gift."

Seeing Xie Zhili's panic, Tong Huanyou quickly said:

"I am a grateful person, and I have prepared more than just a gift for you."

"Today I dragged Master Yu out with me, and I also carefully selected a gift for Sister Song."

Song Yingyue was slightly stunned and glanced at her brother.

Yu Qingci still had his usual smile on his face, but nodded slightly stiffly.

Song Yingyue then slightly concealed the loneliness in her eyes and smiled slightly, as warm as a spring breeze blowing over the warm sun.

Tong Huanyou didn't give them a chance to continue speaking, and asked, "Do you think my gift is too crude?"

After saying this, as if he was deeply in love, he pretended to be aggrieved and lowered his eyes.

In fact, he was already rolling his eyes at himself in his heart.

All my acting skills in this life have been wasted here. I swear, I am not a green tea girl.

"No, no, no." Xie Zhili was suddenly at a loss, his face full of panic.

Tong Huanyou took the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot, his eyes shining:

"Since you don't mind, please let me try it on for you and Sister Song! See how I like it!"

"This..." Xie Zhili was speechless for a moment.

Tong Huanyou only hoped to complete the task as quickly as possible, so he stepped forward, grabbed Xie Zhili's sleeve, and forced him to sit down.

She placed the hair crown in her hand on his head and picked up the hairpin, but for a moment she didn't know where to insert it.

Tried a few times, no success...

As a modern person, she wouldn't wear this.

But now that I have put it on my head, I think I have accomplished my mission...

"Hiss." Xie Zhili suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scalp and couldn't help but gasp.

"Uh..." Tong Huanyou looked at the few strands of hair he had pulled out in his hand and smiled awkwardly at Song Yingyue.

"Let me do it." Song Yingyue covered her lips with her sleeves, and she understood what Tong Huanyou meant.

He took the hair crown from her hand, walked behind Xie Zhili, readjusted the position, and gently put it on him.

Under the blossoming tree, the woman's slender fingers shuttled through the hero's hair, just like an otherworldly picture of a pair of twins in the human world.

Tong Huanyou couldn't help but shout in his heart, it's still more enjoyable to ship a couple up close!

Some people are happy, some people are worried.

"Ms. Tong, you really have good taste." A gentle and magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Tong Huanyou's smile froze in an instant, and she turned her neck stiffly towards Yu Qingci who was smiling at her.

There was a hint of viciousness in those smiling eyes that only they could detect.

It's over! Forgot that this black-hearted man likes Song Yingyue. Am I not using my ultimate move right in front of him?

Tong Huanyou turned his head away nervously, grabbed the corner of Song Yingyue's clothes and said:

"Sister Song, Master Yu and I have also picked out a gift for you. Take a look and see if you like it!"

Song Yingyue looked back at Yu Qingci, her eyes curved like autumn water:

"To be honest, I'm ashamed to say that I've never taken Ah Ci to the market."

Yu Qingci met her eyes, clear as water: "I know that sister has responsibilities, so don't take these trivial matters to heart."

Then he took out the crabapple hairpin from his sleeve and said, "I wonder if this hairpin will suit my sister's taste."

Tong Huanyou wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but admire the speed at which this black-hearted man changed his expression.

It was as if the murderous look just now was just her illusion.

"Of course I like it." Song Yingyue took the Begonia hairpin, looked at it carefully, and put it on her bun. "Does it look good?"

"nice."

"nice."

"nice."

The three of them said in unison.

Song Yingyue was amused by the praises from several people and smiled like a flower.

Ling'er, who was standing by, walked to Tong Huanyou, bowed and said, "Miss, Ling'er will go down first."

Tong Huanyou was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly remembered something, grabbed Ling'er's wrist and walked aside.

Asked: "Ling'er, do you remember whether I have ever looked for a wishing fairy before?"

Ling'er thought about it carefully in her mind and said:

"The wishing fairy? It seems there is such a thing. When the master was sick before, the young lady shouted that she wanted to find a wishing fairy and didn't allow me to accompany her."

Tong Huanyou fell into deep thought.

The plot seemed to be moving in a new direction.

After getting the answer he wanted, Tong Huanyou waved his hand: "Okay, it's okay, you can go and get busy first."

"Yes, ma'am."

In the evening, after Xie Zhili and the other man gave Tong Huanyou some careful instructions, it was time for dinner.

The inky night quietly falls.

The pear blossom petals on the branches swayed gently in the breeze, and fell slowly with a slight rustling sound.

After dinner, Tong Huanyou was urged to wash up and got into bed in a hurry.

He leaned over to take a look at Yu Qingci, who was half-raising his forehead not far away, and blew out the light with trepidation in his heart.

After a while.

Tong Huanyou tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

Even when counting sheep in my mind, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I even forgot where I was while counting and kicked the quilt in frustration.

Yu Qingci raised his eyes, his dark pupils were as deep as obsidian, and he said in a low voice: "Are you still not asleep?"

Tong Huanyou was slightly stunned, then said with a bitter face:

"I can't sleep. When I think about the nightmare I'm going to have tonight, my head becomes extra clear. Do you have any hypnotic tips?"

Yu Qingci: ...

A moment of silence.

He got up and walked to Tong Huanyou's bed.

"Ugh?"

Tong Huanyou shrank back reflexively.

Yu Qingci frowned, looking unhappy, and said, "Why are you hiding? Didn't you want to hypnotize me?"

Tong Huanyou was suspicious: "Ah? Is there really a hypnotic spell?"

Yu Qingci narrowed his eyes slightly and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he swung out a quick knife and landed accurately on the back of Tong Huanyou's neck.

Her body instantly went limp, her eyes lost focus, and she mumbled, "Okay, hypnosis."

Then his eyes went dark and he fell heavily on the bed, falling into a coma.

Looking at the unconscious Tong Huanyou, Yu Qingci raised his eyebrows and snorted, "Wait."

He casually picked up the corner of the quilt and threw it at Tong Huanyou.

Not caring whether it was covered or not, he returned to the couch and closed his eyes.

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