Lively and fragrant

On a seemingly peaceful night, Xia Chan soaked in a wooden barrel and enjoyed this quiet night comfortably. The steaming hot Xia Chan's facial features were hazy, a little unreal.

At this moment, Xia Chan's mind is in the stage of emptying out, and she is a little confused. She can't recall what happened in the plot, which makes Xia Chan a little scared.

Ning Zhiyuan lost his memory and forgot about her, and even thought she was going to be his mother, Ning Haotian was only tied to her because of profit, and Ning Peishan only liked her because of her brother...

Le Yan regards her as a thorn in her flesh...Xiaoya Huizi, Japan Xianghui, and Wen Shixuan are also eyeing the Ning family.

And her brother...

Xia Chan buried her head in the water, feeling a little tired. She was alone in this era, and the tremendous pressure made her a little out of breath. She longed for family, love and friendship...those feelings that she had never enjoyed...

But why did God treat her like this... She used to think that it was a chance God gave her for her to come to this world. Why did Ning Zhiyuan take him back after giving her? Could it be that she was destined to be lonely all her life...

Xia Chan has never hated Le Yan so much, why did you take away her only person - Ning Zhiyuan, obviously you don't like it, you obviously disdain him, why can't you leave him to me...

Xia Chan has been a human being for two lives, and all she has is Ning Zhiyuan.

Stretching his head out of the water, his wet hair hit Xia Chan's fair shoulders, his face was a little red due to the heat, and his big eyes were filled with mist, making it hard to see through the emotions inside...

Xia Chan suddenly took a deep breath, looked out the door, through the window, she could see a sneaky figure circling the door, Xia Chan raised the corners of her mouth, Ning Zhiyuan... really capable, dare to peek at the girl taking a bath!

Xia Chan is not Le Yan, there are so many people in the Ning Mansion taking a bath and the door is still open, Ning Zhiyuan wandered outside for a long time and didn't figure out how to open the door, just when he wanted to retreat, the door opened by itself.

Ning Zhiyuan stared at the door he had opened with a dazed expression on his face. He stuck his head in and looked left and right, but there was only one wooden barrel that was still emitting heat, and there was still a faint aroma of milk in the room...

Ning Zhiyuan fiddled with the ordinary wooden door, and couldn't help but be amazed that this door can be opened by itself!

However, the purpose of Ning Zhiyuan's trip was not to study the broken door, as he tiptoed into the clean and tidy room, the scent of milk gradually became stronger.

Ning Zhiyuan sniffed this smell vigorously, only to feel familiar, it smells very comfortable and warm, better than any flower.

Xia Chan, who was wearing homemade pajamas, was sitting on the beam, shaking her legs, watching Ning Zhiyuan rummaging in her room with interest, she gently pulled the string that tied the door in her hand, and the wooden door slammed It closed again with a bang.

Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback, looked at the wooden door and patted his chest, "Ning Zhiyuan, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in this world, they are all scaring themselves!"

Xia Chan covered her mouth, trying not to let herself laugh out loud, but Ning Zhiyuan's silly and cute appearance really hit Xia Chan's weird smile.

"Ha ha…!"

Ning Zhiyuan heard the laughter and looked up. It didn't matter if he looked at it, Ning Zhiyuan's nosebleeds continued like a torrential river. The girl sitting on the beam was wearing a knee-length silk skirt, revealing a section of white calf, black and white. The hair was casually scattered on the shoulders, and the pair of almond eyes looked at him with a seductive smile, how could Ning Zhiyuan hold it?

Xia Chan was startled when she saw Ning Zhiyuan's nosebleed, and hurriedly slid down the pillar to stop Ning Zhiyuan's bleeding, "Zhiyuan, are you okay, quick, cover it with paper!"

"Young master, I... Yushu Linfeng... How could I do such a useless thing!" Ning Zhiyuan wiped the turbulent nosebleed while trying his best to save his image of Yushu Linfeng.

Finally his nosebleed stopped, Ning Zhiyuan turned his face away from Xia Chan, "Young man, you are full of anger, nosebleeds are common!"

Xia Chan held back her laughter, it's not Ning Zhiyuan who is a tsundere man or something.

"Go and put on... put on... clothes...!" Ning Zhiyuan said solemnly, looking at the spittoon in Xia Chan's room.

Xia Chan smiled shyly, "I'm not wearing this~"

"You...you...wear...too little!" Ning Zhiyuan continued to look at the spittoon, but did not look at Xia Chan.

This scene reminded Xia Chan of the first time they met, at that time she only wanted Ning Zhiyuan to like Le Yan, and wished they could be together right away, now~hehe~

"Where did I wear less~ You came to someone's room at night~ and said I didn't wear less~ Could it be that you wear clothes to sleep?"

Ning Zhiyuan nodded solemnly at the spittoon, "Well, put on clothes and sleep."

Xia Chan was like a vixen seducing eyes, she hugged Ning Zhiyuan's arm and smiled, "Does the spittoon look better or me?"

Ning Zhiyuan suddenly stiffened like a piece of wood. He wanted to push Xia Chan away, but seeing her leaning against him so small, he couldn't let go, and wanted her to keep leaning against him...

"Tell me~ the spittoon looks good and I look good?"

The bitter Ning Zhiyuan didn't know what was wrong, his brain twitched, and he opened his mouth, "They all look good..."

Xia Chan's face darkened immediately, Ning Zhiyuan...you actually said that the black spittoon is as good-looking as mine! ! ! ! ! !

Xia Chan grabbed Ning Zhiyuan and pushed him onto her big bed with brute force, riding on his waist, pinching his face and gnashing his teeth, said, "Ning Zhiyuan! Say it again! Who looks good!!! !!"

The author has something to say: ask Xia Chan or Ning Zhiyuan, who is more bitter?