Shizun, go to bed

Chapter 13

A carriage passed by in the forest, bringing with it a breeze.Inside the car, a man in black held the man in white in his arms.

"Rao'er, you have surpassed." Qinghua waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind was thrown backward.

Ye Radi didn't seem to feel it, he freely took a piece of pastry and handed it to Qinghua's mouth, the strong wind hit his body, and he just let out a muffled snort.

"Why don't you hide?" Qinghua couldn't bear it for a moment, and blamed herself a little.

"Master, how could I hide?" Ye Rong moved closer again, the blow just now didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Keep poking into the soft nest in the bottom of the heart, Ye Zhi really couldn't stop, Qinghua could only open her mouth obediently, a piece of sweetness melted in her mouth, but her mood didn't sweeten, but became more complicated.

Ye Rong embraced his master and pretended to be sad, "Master, you promised me to treat you well...why...go back on it?".

"Repent?"

"This couch is too hard, it burns you in a panic when you fall asleep, let alone sitting." Ye Wei knocked signally, making a deep sound, then knocked on his own leg, and continued: "It's soft here, Master. Sitting comfortably."

Qinghua narrowed her eyes, the bones on Radi'er's body are still scorched.

"Also, the master is still sick, and with the initial cure of the cold poison, he must be very sleepy. What's wrong with sleeping on Radi'er?" Ye Radi looked directly at Qinghua as a matter of course.

...but I...don't feel sleepy at all...

"Master likes sweets. This cake is very delicious. If you want to give Master a taste, it is naturally good."

Taste...just hit the road...all in my mouth in one plate...

"Master, do you want to refuse?" Ye Radi's voice lowered.

The voice of the person next to my ear keeps swirling, Qinghua

Compromising, I found a comfortable position and closed my eyes.

Ye Radi enjoyed a kiss on the top of his master's hair.

Within half a day, Qinghua and Ye Zhi returned to Beiyin Gate.

Among the colorful exotic flowers and grass, a bird of destination flew over and landed on Ning Gu's nose, scratching it suspiciously.

Something, Ning Gu waved his hand, and there was a clear "pop" on his face.

"This stinky bird! You...! No, it's the home bird. The younger brother is back." His face changed in a second, and he left the medicine garden happily, just in time to see his younger brother being pulled by Ye Zhi.

"Brother" and "Sect Leader" sounded at the same time.

"Ye Radi, the Beiyin Sect can't tolerate anyone, big or small." Ning Gu looked serious, and grabbed his junior brother with one hand.

Ye Radi bowed his head silently, as long as the master allows it.

"Brother, it's okay. I'm going to rest." Qinghua withdrew her hand.

"Master" and "Master"

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Qinghua directly ignored Ye Radi who was beside him.

"Just watched your pulse, the cold poison has cleared?" Ning Gu excitedly saw Qinghua nodding his head.

After hearing this, Ye Zhi's complexion improved a bit, only he can touch the master's hand.

"How did Junior Brother find hibiscus flowers? When I went, the trees were all withered. The Hall of Furadio has many traps, and I never expected that we would be separated." Ning Gu apologized in his heart, if... Junior Brother I didn't find the hibiscus flower, so...

This question brought Qinghua back to the scene of that day, the broken clothes, the entangled body...some unbearable pursed his lips, even though it was natural, but that...was not what he expected, even for Ye Radi didn't resist, even a little bit of acceptance...

Looking at Qinghua's back, Ye Rong regretted that he could not resist the hibiscus flower, regretted that he had hurt the master, but he was also thankful that the cold poison of the master had been cured, and he was glad that his heart had been revealed.

Seeing this, Ning Gu didn't ask any more questions, Qinghua didn't say anything, and left in the direction of Wuhuaju.

Ye Radi chased after him, grabbed the man's hand, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault." Qinghua didn't break free, let the warm hand hold her, and gradually drifted away.