This prince is a little sweet

This quietly growing throbbing was so strange and shocking, Xie Yuan suddenly forgot that he was in Xiao Heng's cold war, got off his horse in a daze, and replied casually: "Well, I'm here..."

Xiao Heng stood up and walked slowly from the end of the long pavilion.

Seeing Xie Yuan's silly look, Xiao Heng pursed his lips and smiled, and couldn't help but want to tease him, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his soft side face.

Only then did Xie Yuan come back to his senses, looked at Xiao Heng, and shouted out of nowhere: "Brother Heng..."

Xiao Heng was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't heard Xie Yuan call him that for a long, long time.

As if something had collapsed in his heart, Xiao Heng couldn't help but want to reach out and touch Xie Yuan's head.Who would have thought that Xie Yuan's stature would be almost equal to Xie Yuan's after only seeing each other for a few days.Xiao Heng had no choice but to withdraw his eager hand and gave up this idea.

He glanced at Xie Yuan with some frustration, and after a long while, he quietly said: "You, what are you doing in a daze, come with me."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Heng grabbed Xie Yuan's hand like a stream and led him to the end of the long pavilion.

In the cold night and wind, the softness and warmth of Xiao Heng's fingertips just hit Xie Yuan's heart, and instantly spread to his whole body.He felt his heart tremble uncontrollably, and a strange blush spread across the side of his face.

Xie Yuan finally smelled something abnormal from his own reaction, but a certain sour and sweet feeling in his heart occupied all his thoughts, making him unable to think about what was going on.

Xiao Heng didn't notice that abnormality in Xie Yuan, he still held Xie Yuan's hand tightly in his palm, and led him to the end of the long pavilion.

At some point, a small table and two soft futons appeared there.

There is an exquisite and simple guqin on the table. A few fallen leaves and petals have accumulated on the piano, as if it has been here for a while.

Next to the guqin, there are two or three cups of tea, a carving knife, and a wood carving that looks like it's about to take shape.

The two sat down next to each other.Xiao Heng picked up a cup of hot tea and took a few sips, then let go of Xie Yuan's hand.Xie Yuan withdrew his hand reluctantly, feeling a little empty for a moment, still very uncomfortable, looked left and right, had no choice but to pick up the wood carving, and asked: "Brother Heng, what is this?"

Xiao Heng tilted his head to look at Xie Yuan and said, "I'll take you to finish engraving it, don't you know?"

Although it was a very ordinary sentence, Xiao Heng's eyes seemed to have a seriousness that is difficult to see from him.As a result, Xie Yuan looked a little defeated, turned his head in embarrassment and replied: "Okay..."

After getting the answer, Xiao Heng slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if he was a little happy, even with a childlike complacency.

Although Xie Yuan was a little strange and didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't ask any further questions.

Xiao Heng tidied up the small case unhurriedly, then gently put the carving knife in Xie Yuan's hand, and then very naturally put one hand around Xie Yuan's back, wrapping him in his arms He held his hand, led him, and began to carve along the grain of the wood.

Handicrafts are something that the Xiao family started from. Xiao Heng has been exposed to these since he was a child, and he is very handy in doing them. With the rotation of the carving knife, pieces of wood chips with good shapes fell on the small case and piled up.

The wood carving in their hands seemed to have gradually acquired some visible shape, and a few wings behind it quietly grew out, thin, with a bit of fragile beauty.

Even though it was late at night in the first lunar month and it was frighteningly cold, Xiao Heng's embracing posture made Xie Yuan sweat profusely.

Although he has worked very hard, he can't concentrate on the wood carving in front of him. Instead, he can't help looking at Xiao Heng from the corner of his eye. His red lips, thick eyelashes, and sharp-edged Jawline...

Although Xie Yuan couldn't explain his thoughts clearly, he still felt a lingering sense of guilt for no reason.

The fallen sawdust gradually mixed with the fallen flowers and dead leaves, and it was hard to tell them apart, and the wood carving was about to be completed.

After Xiao Heng carved the last knife, Xie Yuan raised the wooden carving slightly, looked at Xiao Heng, and asked with some doubts: "This is... a firefly?"

Xu kept one posture for too long, Xiao Heng felt Xie Yuan's warm breath sweeping against his neck, felt his body a little soft, so he had to put down the carving knife and replied somewhat unnaturally: "That's right, it's fireflies."

Xie Yuan blinked at Xiao Heng, and a ray of clever light flickered in him, and said: "Then, besides viewing, what other functions does this wood carving have?"

Xiao Heng leaned back slightly, put one hand on his side, and said with a smile: "Of course there is, but don't underestimate this firefly. It is also made with Xiao family's secret technique. To put it simply, this secret technique is That is, if you dye this firefly with a drop of someone's blood in advance, then, as long as you light it up, you can find him even if the person goes to the ends of the earth. Of course, he will feel it vaguely, saying Maybe I will come to you by myself..."

As if anticipating what Xiao Heng was going to say, Xie Yuan slowly widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Xiao Heng bent his eyes and smiled, leaned back against Xie Yuan again, and rested his chin on Xie Yuan's shoulder.