I Qinghuan gl

Nan Yang and Qing Huan looked at each other for a long time, their sensitive ears turned red from the too close intimacy just now.

After a long time, Nan Yang finally opened his mouth a bit stutteringly: "You... what are you doing?"

Qing Huan looked closely at Nan Yang's eyes and seemed to be able to ignite fire: "Master, you haven't come to see me for nine days. I wait for you every day. I miss you very much."

"I think... I can't... I can't make mistakes like this..." Nan Yang felt that he was stuttering too much, coughed twice, and removed the unnaturalness in his voice, "You are not young now, you should pay attention to such things Contact. I am your master..."

"I know I'm not young anymore, I know," Qinghuan's eye circles turned red with excitement, but her words were very serious, "I've never wanted to grow up like this before! I want to wake up tomorrow morning and be as tall as Master, I am stronger than Master. Only when I am stronger than you can I protect you and bear all the troubles and pains for you. I hate that I am so useless and can’t do anything for Master. I think it’s me who is tired , I think it’s me who is coughing up blood, I think it’s Master who is carefree and lying on the bed in a daze... But I’m useless like this... I’m useless like this..." Qing Huan said here, choking and tears Falling down like a thread.

Nan Yang gently wiped the tears on Qing Huan's face with her white sleeves, then hugged Qing Huan into her arms, patted her back for comfort, and said softly, "I'm very happy you think so."

Qing Huan lay on Nan Yang's shoulder and cried unscrupulously, as if she wanted to cry all the tears in her life.She cried one last time and vented one last time.From now on, she will never cry casually again, nor will she just hide behind Nan Yang for shelter.

Nan Yang supported Qing Huan's buttocks, and carried her to his bed. Qing Huan cried and gasped for breath, but her body kept cooperating with Nan Yang.Nan Yang's men gently removed Qing Huan's outer clothes, and saw that the moon-white obscene clothes inside were stained with large areas of bright red blood stains, as if the moon-white background had become an embellished pattern.Nan Yang continued to carefully take off Qing Huan's obscene clothes, revealing the tightly wrapped gauze inside.

"The wound is all glued to the gauze, and it will be very painful when it is removed. Are you afraid of the pain?" Nan Yang softened his tone, looking at Qing Huan who was crying so hard.

"No, not afraid." Qing Huan looked back at Nan Yang.

There was a smile on the corner of Nan Yang's lips, and then he turned his face and rummaged for something in the side tray where the medicine bottle and gauze were placed aside.She turned out a wooden box, opened the lid with one hand, and there was a box full of small round white balls, which were extremely cute.

Nan Yang took out one and stuffed it into Qing Huan's mouth.

The infinitely sweet taste spread in the mouth, so sweet that Qing Huan half-closed her eyes in enjoyment.

"Stop crying? Hold on." Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's head, and then very carefully picked up one end of the gauze and slowly opened it.The thin layer of gauze was completely stained with blood, but fortunately, Qing Huan suffered many injuries on the back, but the front was still intact.

As the gauze is removed layer by layer, the ten-year-old girl will slowly show her developing body, and her chest is also obviously developed, with ups and downs.The sticky flesh and blood were slightly torn, causing numbness and tingling pain.

Qing Huan forgot to cry for a while, and suddenly flushed with shame, she got into Nan Yang's arms and covered her face in Nan Yang's snow-white robe.

Nan Yang hugged lightly, and put the hemostatic medicine in his hand neatly.This situation gave her the illusion of going back to three years ago.It's just that this child has grown up a bit, both physically and mentally.

After changing the medicine and wrapping it in gauze, Nan Yang took a set of clean obscene clothes for Qing Huan to put on.After all this tossing, it was late at night, and it was a bit late to send her back to Hongfei Pavilion, so Nanyang left Qinghuan in Rongku Pavilion.

"They have been cleaning the dormitory you lived in before. It's very clean. Go back to sleep soon."

Qing Huan said timidly: "I, I don't want to go back there... alone, deserted..."

Nan Yang smiled without a trace, said nothing, just supported Qing Huan to lie down, covered the quilt carefully, tucked in the corners of the quilt, then walked back to the desk, sat down and continued to write.

"Master, aren't you going to sleep?" Qing Huan raised her head slightly, looking at Nan Yang through a layer of light gauze bed curtain.

Nan Yang raised his eyes and met Qing Huan's eyes: "You go to bed first, and I'll go to sleep after I'm done with this."

Qing Huan pouted, and had no choice but to lie down obediently, her eyes still looking in the direction of Nanyang.After a long time, Nan Yang was still busy on the table, Qing Huan was extremely tired, and his eyes slowly closed.

Nan Yang glanced at Qing Huan from time to time, his eyes were soft and soft, and a burst of impatience welled up in his throat from time to time, and she was forced to suppress him, afraid that Qing Huan would sleep if he made a noise.

It was very late at night, and Nan Yang put down the pen in his hand.Qing Huan had already fallen asleep, and only her small head was exposed when she was tightly wrapped.There is only a quilt on her bed that she usually sleeps in, so she has to make a bed with this little girl tonight.Nan Yang's body is often cold, and it is difficult to warm the bed when he sleeps alone, but this child is warm, with a small and soft body, which is much better than the heater.

Nan Yang slept next to Qing Huan, and the extremely comfortable bed made her sleepy quickly.

,

The next day, when Qing Huan woke up again, it was already noon, the weather was rare, the sun leaked in from the window, like a bed covered with gold leaf, it was very warm just looking at it.

Qing Huan touched the side, it was empty, and the bed was very flat, as if no one had slept on it.Qing Huan wrinkled her small face and sighed, rolled over and rolled to the side, her face just buried in the pillow next to her.

A burst of cool plum fragrance hit the tip of the nose, and there was still a little warmth on the soft pillow.Qing Huan smiled immediately, and rubbed her nose on the pillow vigorously, guessing that Master got up early, and the bed was wiped neatly.

A cool voice suddenly sounded: "Are you awake?"

Qing Huan jumped up from the bed, accidentally pulled the wound, and grinned her teeth in pain. She hurriedly leaned out half of her body to look out, and saw that Nan Yang was still sitting in the same seat as yesterday, and her eyes were still focused on the pen.

"Master, morning." Qing Huan rubbed her sore eyes from crying yesterday, and said to Nan Yang with a tired voice.

While Nan Yang was busy, she raised her eyes and glanced at Qing Huan, and said calmly: "When you wake up, get up and tidy up."

"Oh." Qing Huan obediently picked up a coat that Nan Yang had prepared for her, and put it on carefully.

After getting dressed, Qing Huan dawdled on the bed for a while, then got out of bed quietly, and walked to the neatly placed bookshelf. The bookshelves were full of books that Nan Yang liked to read on weekdays, as well as some about Taoism and swordsmanship.

Qing Huan took a book, sat quietly on the side, and looked carefully with her chin in her hand.

Nan Yang was a little surprised. Qing Huan used to be with her, always clinging to her and talking, never idle for a moment, but now he knows how to obediently stay on the sidelines and read a book.

In the room, one person was busy with affairs, and the other was seriously reading a book. The atmosphere was quiet but very harmonious, and time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Yang suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

Qing Huan put down the book in her hand: "I'm going to the kitchen right now."

Saying that, Qing Huan really got up and took a few steps out.After a long time, about two quarters of an hour, she wandered in from outside, holding a tray of food in her hand.

"Today, I made steamed buns in the kitchen, mutton and big bone soup, master, how about some?" Qing Huan laboriously put the tray, which was a bit bigger than her, next to Nan Yang.

A large bowl was steaming outwards, and a few soft boiled bones protruded from it. The exquisite crystal shrimp dumplings were soaked in it. The aroma lingered on one's nerves and made one's mouth water.

Nan Yang nodded slightly: "Alright. Scoop some up for me to taste."

Qing Huan scooped up half a spoonful of boiled buns with a spoon, and evenly placed shrimp dumplings, meat and fungus on the other half with chopsticks.Nan Yang kept writing in his hand, and Qing Huan took the spoon in one hand, carefully followed it with the other hand, and tiptoed to hand it to Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang turned his face slightly, and ate the spoonful.

Seeing that Nan Yang's expression didn't show any displeasure, Qing Huan smiled: "Master, this is very warm to eat in winter, and this is also delicious when eaten with it." Qing Huan picked up a small bowl next to the big bowl on the tray. A plate with a few glistening yellow-brown garlic cloves inside.

Qing Huan peeled off one, and handed it to Nan Yang's mouth.

Nan Yang squinted, and it turned out to be sugar garlic, which also looked like something that Qing Huan likes to eat, but she has never liked this kind of strong taste.Nan Yang glanced at Qing Huan's translucent eyes again, and took a bite of Qing Huan's hand.

"You can eat the rest." Nan Yang swallowed half a piece of sweet garlic in her mouth with great difficulty, she was giving Zu Qinghuan some face.

Qing Huan let out an oh, and retracted the hand holding Tangsuan, her eyes locked tightly on the half piece of Tangsuan.Master just bit it off, Master's lips and tongue just touched this, Master told her to eat her remaining half piece of sweet garlic...

With a rippling smile, she stuffed the half piece of sugared garlic into her mouth, chewing slowly like a baby.Somehow, this piece tasted better than anything she had eaten before.

Nan Yang put down the pen in his hand, wanted to take a sip of tea to relieve the smell of mutton and garlic in his mouth, just caught a glimpse of Qing Huan, put down his teacup, and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover Qing Huan's nose.

"Why do you still have nosebleeds in the winter?"