Kuai Chuan is not a person

When Chu Lan opened his eyes, the person in his arms was gone. The mimosa on the window sill was basking in the sun, shaking the leaves lazily. He touched the leaves, set up a formation for the room, and opened the door to go out. .

The disciples of the Fufeng Sect in the lobby were wearing his familiar white clothes. The disciple sitting in front looked up and saw him, and shouted in surprise: "Elder brother!"

Chu Lan nodded slightly, just happened to catch up, and then went to the Qingguang sect with them, but why didn't she see Wenxi?He frowned and looked for someone in the team, but he couldn't see Wenxi at all.

At this time, the door of the inn was blown open by the wind, and a fairy master in white stood at the door, his black hair was erected with a jade crown, his expression was as cold as frost and snow, and he walked silently in front of the Fufeng sect.

It wasn't until the disciples of the Fufeng Sect respectfully shouted: "Master Master." Only then did everyone realize that this was Wen Xi, the head master of the Fufeng Sect who had been obsessed with cultivation for many years and was never born.

Chu Lan was a little dazed looking at the face similar to Mimosa, but quickly covered it up, and said as usual, "Master."

Wen Xi nodded, uttering words like gold: "Sit."

Wen Xi maintained a cold and paralyzed face, but his heart was actually a little nervous. The system only gave him a brief introduction of the character Wen Xi, and instilled some important memories that would allow him to survive. In fact, he no longer remembered many details. He needs to be "cold" when dealing with his disciples, so he says less and does less, and tries not to make mistakes.

Fortunately, the original owner didn't like to get close to others, and others couldn't figure out his temper.

But he left out one person—Chu Lan.

During the years of visiting the evil deeds of the original owner, Chu Lan has been observing secretly, and even the original owner did not know that there was someone who knew him so well.For example, now, Chu Lan secretly took a look at Wenxi, her collar was still tightly buttoned, her body was sitting upright, her eyes were coldly looking forward, but she always felt that something was wrong...

Wen Xi was distracted.

Chu Lan came to a conclusion in his mind, his mimosa was like this sometimes, with a serious face, looking towards a certain place expressionlessly, but he didn't notice it when he walked beside him, poking him with his hand, the mimosa Sometimes if you don't sit still, you may fall to the ground with a snap.

Chu Lan couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, and then held back immediately, why is he such an idiot, comparing this old thing with his lovely mimosa.

Don't they just look a bit alike?

Chu Lan silently spurned herself, and at the same time turned her thoughts back to the original point. This Wen Xi made him feel a little strange since he opened the door. He always felt that there was something missing compared to before...

It was that eerie aura!

In the past, Wen Xi had too much blood on his hands, which always gave people a chilling and gloomy feeling. The disciple next to him said that he was the coercion of the head, and he who knew the inside story knew the clue.

But now... that uncomfortable feeling has turned into a warm and cold feeling, which is much softer, as if he is really just a fairy who is not good at communicating with others, elegant and independent.

Not right.

Chu Lan frowned. The more he looked, the less he looked like Wen Xi. I don't know if Wen Xi restrained his aura, or he knew what was going to happen, and replaced him with a counterfeit to participate in the Fairy Fairy Meeting. At that time, he had deceived everyone, and Jin Chan escaped from his shell.

In the past few days, I have to test and test him.

Wen Xi was so nervous that Chu Lan was sitting next to him. He wanted to straighten the string in his head, so as not to subconsciously throw himself into Chu Lan's arms or lean on him unconsciously. These days, Chu Lan treats him every day. Kiss and hug, he is used to being in constant contact with Chu Lan's sticky body...

It's harder than I imagined...

Wen Xi didn't know, the time to make him even more physically and mentally exhausted had not yet come.

It was night, and the people who rushed to the Qingguang faction moved into the residences prepared by the Qingguang faction. Just as Wen Xi closed the door, he was about to clone himself to see what was going on at Mimosa's side, but unexpectedly, there were familiar footsteps at the door.

Chu Lan knocked on the door: "Has Master rested yet?"

Wen Xi immediately adjusted his expression, his voice was as cold as frost on a pine tree at night: "Come in."

Chu Lan was standing at the door with a plate of wine and vegetables smiling, and for a moment Wen Xi thought that the time had gone back to the days when the two of them were in Lingxi Pavilion, but heard Chu Lan warmly say: "I haven't seen Master for a long time, I want to talk to Master."

Wen Xi was startled, closed his eyes to hide his surprise, turned and entered the room: "Come in and sit down."

The Qingguang school is extremely delicate and elegant. A small mahogany table is placed near the window. The wood window is carved with simple and elegant patterns. A magnolia flower is inserted obliquely from the window corner. The flower is white, gentle in shape and pleasant in smell. It is like a pool of water in the night. , blooming quietly.

The white magnolia was hanging low in the room by the window. As soon as Wen Xi took his seat, his high hair bun accidentally touched the hanging magnolia flower. undisturbed.

But he didn't escape Chu Lan's eyes.

The white clothes of the Fufeng school are handsome and elegant, while Wenxi wears them even more refreshingly, the black hair of the jade crown hangs softly behind him, the moonlight shines on his side face from the window, and a white magnolia on the side of his head quietly in full bloom.

Picturesque beauty.

Chu Lan evoked a smile. If he didn't know those things, seeing Wen Xi like this, he would only sigh a gentleman.He picked up the Thousand Day Drunk on the table, filled Wenxi's wine, then picked up his own glass, and said with a smile, "Disciple respects Master for a glass."

Wen Xi didn't know how the original owner got along with Chu Lan in the past, so he had to take a step to watch. Seeing that the wine in Chu Lan's glass was exhausted, he picked up the wine glass and sipped it.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, Wen Xi was startled. This wine... had a thick and slender taste, pouring into his body like a cluster of flames, making his body warm up immediately, but it didn't burn people. It was just too strong...

Chu Lan had never given him such a delicious wine before!

Chu Lan lowered her head to drink, looked up at him quietly, wondering in her heart, he had never seen such human fireworks like Wenxishi before, did he not expect him to love drinking so much?But this drink has a strong aftertaste, it's even better when this person is drunk...

He said: "Is Master's injury better?"

"It's much better." Wen Xi's voice was visibly softer, not as cold as frost and snow, but as if the wind had blown the magnolia above his head, with a slightly drunken smell.

Chu Lan smiled slightly, continued to fill up the wine for him, and drank with him one by one. Wen Xi felt a little drunk, and didn't know how to refuse Chu Lan, so he had to drink one by one.

Then, Chu Lan in front of him became more and more hazy, and Wen Xi felt as if he had fallen into a deep dream.

……

Chu Lan smiled and looked at Wen Xi who was lying on the table. She didn't know whether the man was pretending to be drunk to test her or if he was really drunk, so she decided to help him to the bed first and observe him closely.

He walked forward, held Wen Xi's left arm with his left hand, and went around behind him with his right hand to hold his right shoulder, and helped him walk to the bed. Chu Lan carefully and distantly did not touch Wen Xi's body.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xi closed his eyes and muttered a few words, habitually got into Chu Lan's arms, rubbed against him, and fell asleep peacefully with his body temperature on his pillow.

Chu Lan, who had just been rubbed, was stiff all over.

The author has something to say: Chu Lan: I was molested by that rubbish master, please comfort me QAQ

Mimosa: The owner of the rubbish hides a good wine, closed up, and can't hear it.