beautiful woman at home

When Wen Ruan touches it lightly, Ye Ran only feels that his blood is boiling fiercely, and the girl's unconscious lightness is like an earnest invitation.

Ye Ran slightly parted her lips, holding her warm cheeks with her greedy fingertips, her breath fell on her cheeks hot, this is the smell unique to girls.

When the girl's breath became more and more disordered, there was an unbearable overflow from her nose, and Ye Ran stopped in a panic, looking at the girl's already flushed cheeks.

The ink-like bright eyes were stained with light water, the thick eyelashes quivered like feathers, and the girl's slightly biting lip was the most heart-stirring.

"Sister Ye..."

This slightly hoarse voice awakened Ye Ran's remaining conscience, Ye Ran pulled away stiffly, Emei slightly frowned and tapped the back of the girl's neck.

The hand that was still holding Ye Ran's sleeve slowly fell down, and the girl was already fast asleep.

Ye Ran raised his hand to touch his lips, his face was already blushing.

A soft sigh sounded in the very quiet inner room, and then the lights were quietly turned off, and Ye Ran's figure also disappeared.

After a sleepless night until dawn, Ye Ran was in the inner room of the side courtyard, and he made up his mind that it would be better not to go to the girl.

When the sky was bright, Wen Zijin woke up in a daze, and the whole inner room was already very brightly illuminated.

Wen Zijin hugged the thin quilt and looked at the side of the couch in a daze, her originally pale face turned rosy.

Could it be a dream again!

But Sister Ye in the dream is so real.

Especially when kissing, the warm and cool breath falling on the cheeks, even the palms touching the cheeks are also cold.

Although there are times when she dreams of Sister Ye, there is never a time when Sister Ye takes the initiative to kiss.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Wen Zijin slowly got up and muttered: "Could it be the reason for falling head?"

The waiter waiting outside heard the movement inside, so he entered with a basin.

Wen Zijin rolled up his wide sleeves, wet the handkerchief with water, and carefully looked at himself in the bronze mirror. The gauze wrapped on his forehead was really tight.

After washing up, Wen Zijin was used to flipping through the books, and the waiter who was preparing porridge and rice reminded him: "Young master, Madam ordered you not to touch books in the near future."

After finishing speaking, the waiter at the side removed the poems, books and articles placed on the desk.

amount……

In fact, Wen Zijin didn't intend to study at all, but just got used to moving.

The waiters covered the entire low table with bowls and dishes, and there were several cups of soup at the side, explaining carefully: "This is the ginseng soup, black chicken soup, and Shiquan Dabu soup that my wife told me."

Wen Zijin was holding the porridge bowl, and suddenly felt a little full.

Even if these three cups of soup are taken as tea, it will last for several days.

Wen Zijin took a nap in the afternoon, and when he woke up, the sun was scorching outside, and the lotus outside the corridor slowly bloomed.

Although the poems, books and articles have been taken away, there are still many books in the bookcase in the inner room.

It's just that most of the books have nothing to do with the imperial examination, so Wen Zijin only reads books in his spare time on weekdays.

The college asked for leave, and even the teacher's class was suspended.

But at Sister Ye's place, Wen Zijin was too guilty to go.

Whenever recalling that strange dream, Wen Zijin would always be in a daze, but the corners of her lips could not stop rising.

Although Sister Ye looks a little indifferent on weekdays, it's incredible that she is so active.

After a few days like this, Mother Wen still did not agree to the college class, but at Wen Zijin's begging, Mother Wen agreed to teach the teacher's class.

Because the teacher's class was suspended, sister Ye did not come again.

In the morning, Zixi lazily entered the pavilion with a book in his hands, while Wen Zijin sat beside him and said, "Mr. is well."

"Yeah." Zi Xi glanced at the empty seat on the other side, thinking that the sun is coming out from the west.

On weekdays, Ye Ran is very active every time he comes back, why is there no one here today?

Zi Xi was not the only one who had doubts, Wen Zijin was holding a book, and his eyes frequently looked towards the aisle.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard are in full bloom, occasionally colorful butterflies fly by, and the sun shines through the branches and leaves into the pavilion.

But it was a long time before he saw the familiar figure, and Wen Zijin's bright eyes also lost some vitality.

Zi Xi read the article and saw the girl's expression of looking through Qiushui, she tapped the desk with a ruler in her hand and said, "If the young master has not recovered, today's class will not be attended."

This way you can go back to sleep again.

Wen Zijin hurriedly withdrew his thoughts and replied, "Don't worry, sir, Zijin is fine."

Who are you kidding, it's clear that you are waiting for Ye Ran wholeheartedly.

The gauze on the girl's forehead has been removed, and the scab has not fallen off. Although it is a slender spot, it is still very conspicuous on the white and tender face.

Zi Xi sat down with a book in her hand and asked: "Is there any conflict between the young master and Miss Ye?"

Holding the pen in hand, Wen Zijin looked at the teacher in confusion and shook his head, "Zijin hasn't seen Sister Ye for several days."

"Oh." A deep sense of falling out of favor hit her face, and Zi Xi, who had seen so many joys and sorrows in the world, chose to deal with it indifferently.

When it was mentioned suddenly, Wen Zijin's thoughts that had finally settled down began to fly wild again.

The chirping of cicadas in summer became louder and louder with the heat, Wen Zijin hesitated to copy the article, but the speed slowed down.

The purple rhinoceros twirled the ruler quickly, thinking about whether to get a roast chicken to eat later.

The girl opposite suddenly asked: "Sir, Zijin has something to ask."

"What's the matter?" Zi Xi picked up the tea and took a sip, thinking it was something she didn't understand.

Wen Zijin held the pen shyly, blushed and said, "If you always dream of someone in your dreams, what does it mean?"

Zixi almost spit out the tea in her mouth, can this girl Huaichun look more obvious?

"Young master, who is this dreaming of?" Zi Xi raised her brows lightly and asked curiously.

"No, it's not Zijin!" Wen Zijin panicked nervously, put down the pen in his hand, and pulled his robe under the desk with his fingertips, "This is a friend of Zijin's."

Is this a friend out of thin air?

Zi Xi's smile became more and more cunning, it seems that this dream is not very pure.

Wen Zijin was so entangled that she didn't dare to go to see the teacher and said in a low voice: "She always dreams of someone, so she wants to know what's going on."

"The little boy's friend probably likes the person who always appears in her dreams."

I always thought that the girl was a nerd, but I didn't expect that there would be a time when she finally got enlightened.

For the purple rhinoceros who love to watch the excitement, this is of course a great news!

like?

Wen Zijin's head went blank in surprise, she stared blankly at the teacher, then shook her head and said, "Impossible, Sister Ye is a woman."

"Miss Ye?" Zi Xi keenly caught the key words, and almost couldn't hold back the restless fox tail behind her, and said with a smirk at the corner of her mouth, "So that friend likes Miss Ye."

"No, it's not." Wen Zijin frowned, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Zijin's friend is a girl."

Zi Xi stretched out her hand to support her chin, and smiled slyly in her eyes, "Although there are few women who love each other, there have been some since ancient times."

Wen Zijin felt that his head was not enough, could two women really like each other?

"Young master?" Zi Xi saw that the girl's brows were getting more and more wrinkled, and she lost her original intention of watching the fun.

The girl had just recovered from a serious illness not long ago, if she fainted suddenly from fright, it was hard to guarantee whether Ye Ran would want to have a braised nine-tailed fox.

"En." Wen Zijin withdrew his mind, but his heart was very complicated.

Seeing the girl calm down, Zi Xi breathed a sigh of relief to appease her: "Actually, I like this thing, but I can't explain it clearly in a few words. Occasionally having a dream might just be a wild idea."

Wen Zijin nodded and asked hesitantly: "Then what if you always dream?"

"Think about it every day and dream about it at night, so you must like it." Zi Xi took a sip of tea and sighed, "But if you like it, you like it, anyway, Miss Ye doesn't know."

All the well-informed teachers have said so, and Wen Zijin is even more confused.

After the teacher left the garden in the afternoon, Wen Zijin went back to the inner room and lay alone on the low couch, but couldn't fall asleep.

If you dream this time and dream about Sister Ye again, then the teacher is right.

It took a long time before Wen Zijin slowly fell asleep, and when his consciousness became a little bit blurred, a fiery red appeared in front of his eyes.

It was like being in a big fire, the surroundings were scalding hot, and Wen Zijin's mouth was extremely dry.

There was no one, no trees, no houses, just like grilling on a charcoal basin, Wen Zijin lost consciousness little by little.

The whole place shook suddenly, like a mountain avalanche and the ground cracked. Wen Zijin looked at the cracked ground, fearful and did not dare to move.

But there was a sudden tilt, and Wen Zijin fell into the endless abyss, but there was a clear voice in his ear: "Why don't you believe me?"

The voice was very hopeless and desolate, even with a hint of hatred, it made Wen Zijin's heart go cold.

Wen Zijin, who fell from a high place, cried out in fear, but there was bright sunlight in front of him.

The inner room was very quiet, the scorching sunlight fell on the low couch through the window, which happened to fall on Wen Zijin's side.

It's so hot.

Wen Zijin got up and walked to the basin, wiped her face with a wet handkerchief, the female voice echoed in her ears.

Who is that person?

Without any memory in his head, Wen Zijin chose to give up thinking and took a sip of tea.

Didn't dream of Sister Ye, so do you still like it?

The sunlight outside was very dazzling, Wen Zijin put down the teacup and turned around hesitantly, ready to go to the courtyard.

Wen Zijin, who deliberately went out with an umbrella, walked through the courtyard path and went around to the side courtyard.

There was no one on the swing, Wen Zijin felt a little lost, but his heart became more tense.

Wen Zijin stopped at the outer door and said hesitantly, "Sister Ye, Zijin is here."

"Come in."

Pushing the outer door open, Wen Zijin put the umbrella aside, then stepped over the threshold to enter.

This side courtyard is already very familiar, Wen Zijin opened the bead curtain and saw the woman on the couch in the inner room.

The inner room is filled with the smell of garden flowers and plants, even stronger than the smell in the courtyard.

Wen Zijin stood there blankly, looking at the woman who was sitting quietly, her normal heartbeat suddenly became unsteady.

Why does my heart beat so hard only when I see Sister Ye?

Ye Ran was slightly nervous and didn't dare to look at the girl standing still, especially because she didn't know how to explain the absurdity of that night.

Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to erase the girl's memory, but he was afraid of further harming the girl, so he had to give up.

When he came to his senses, Ye Ran regretted not erasing his memory. If the girl felt disgusted, what should he do?

Escape, or use this to express your heart?

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