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"Master, what are you dragging me for?" Qing Huan didn't look back at Nan Yang, she felt sore in her heart.

Nan Yang opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. When she came back to her senses, she began to regret why she did this subconsciously.What does this mean?retain?How is she going down the steps?

Qing Huan wanted to pull out her hand, but Nan Yang felt Qing Huan's movement and couldn't help but hold her hand tighter.

"Master... what do you want to do?" Qing Huan turned her head and met Shang Nan Yang's gaze.

Nan Yang paused, his eyes dodged: "I... I should be asking you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"It's nothing, I went wrong, so I have to go back now." Qing Huan said lightly.

"Hmm..." Nan Yang was speechless for a while, but he didn't want to let Qing Huan go, and he didn't know why.She lowered her eyes, saw the Fengyu Sword on Qing Huan's waist, and asked in a low voice: "This sword...is it easy to use?"

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, then moved her gaze down, seeing Feng Yujian, her heart tightened in pain.

"Well, it's very convenient. The sword that Uncle Rong Huai gave me is naturally very good."

While Nan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a little uncomfortable.She slowly let go of Qing Huan's hand, and said slowly:

"It's fine if you say yes."

Qing Huan's heart tightened, she grabbed Nan Yang with her backhand, and hugged her into her arms.

Nan Yang was habitually uncomfortable and struggled slightly. Qing Huan clasped Nan Yang's back tightly and said in a low voice, "Don't move, let me hug you."

Nan Yang closed her eyes, her hands were hanging down by her sides weakly, the guilt in her heart and the moral disapproval of this kind of behavior were about to swallow her up, and when she closed her eyes, her eyes were sore and sore.

"Master, is your injury healed?" Qing Huan asked gently by Nan Yang's ear.

"Okay..." Nan Yang bit her lips tightly, why, whenever she was touched by Qing Huan, she would have the urge to cry?

"Who was that person just now? Master Shaogu? Are you familiar?" Qing Huan asked softly.

"It has nothing to do with you..." Nan Yang resisted the sore feeling in his nasal cavity, his voice trembling a little.

Qing Huan smiled again: "Very well...it has nothing to do with me...it has nothing to do with me..."

Nan Yang pushed Qing Huan away with all his strength: "That's enough, let's go."

Qing Huan's eyes were red, and she was holding back her tears. She stepped forward and hugged Nan Yang's shoulders, turned around and pushed Nan Yang hard against the wall, her face approaching Nan Yang.

Nan Yang didn't resist, his jaw kept trembling, a drop of tear overflowed from his closed eyes, and slid down his cheek.

Qing Huan's nose tip almost touched Nan Yang's nose tip, but stopped.Is she forcing Master?She loves Master so much, the world belongs to her and she can't see Master being wronged the most. Now, is she forcing Master like this?

"I'm sorry..." Qing Huan's voice was choked with sobs, she touched Nan Yang's face with trembling hands, and pressed her forehead against Nan Yang's forehead, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"Qinghuan..." Nan Yang opened his eyes, revealing a pair of light brown pupils like green tea, "Junqiao...is just my friend..."

"..." Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang, and buried her face in Nan Yang's shoulder, just like she did many times when she was a child, when she was most vulnerable, she was used to crying on Nan Yang's shoulder.

"Master... I'm so tired, I'm so tired, do you know that in Hongfei Pavilion, I have to read a lot of books every day, and I have to practice swords for a long time, but when I'm tired, I have nowhere to go Cry, cheat, complain...Master...I miss you so much, I really miss you...Why don't you want me when I grow up...Why the person I am most attached to is always with me in everything It's nothing to do..." Qing Huan cried more and more sadly, more and more tears soaked Nan Yang's white clothes.

Nan Yang patted Qing Huan's back lightly. She felt sad for Qing Huan's sadness, but she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to face it squarely and face it.

She really hasn't gotten along well with Qing Huan for too long.She ignored a lot, ignored Qing Huan's hard work, ignored that she was only a child, and even ignored her growth from a child to the present.

"It's getting late, let's stay in Rongku Pavilion to sleep tonight." Nan Yang comforted him softly.

Nan Yang walked to his bedroom, and when he reached the door, he found that Qing Huan was still following him.She turned around: "Why don't you go back to your own bedroom to sleep?"

Qing Huan looked straight at Nan Yang without speaking, her eyes were as red as a rabbit.

Nan Yang sighed: "Come in."

Qing Huan obediently followed Nan Yang into the bedroom.The maids in Nanyang's bedroom were all familiar with Qinghuan, a regular visitor, and knew what to say and what not to say, and they retreated with a wink before Nanyang gave orders.

"Go to bed obediently, be quiet, and don't talk." Nan Yang briefly ordered, looked at Qing Huan, hesitated for a moment, slowly touched his belt, and slowly took off his coat.

Qing Huan thoughtfully averted her gaze, unbuttoned her robe, and carefully put Feng Yu Sword aside.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan awkwardly, and went to bed very awkwardly.She slept with Qing Huan many times before, but that was when their relationship was very pure. Now that this little brat has clarified her impure thoughts with herself, they can still sleep in the same bed, indeed yes……

Seeing that Qing Huan had taken off her outer robe and climbed onto the bed, Nan Yang couldn't help saying, "How about... I'll ask the maid to bring another quilt..."

"Does Master dislike me? Didn't I always sleep under a quilt before?" Qing Huan didn't take it seriously, and got into the only quilt on the bed.

Nan Yang was speechless, so he had to lie down quietly and keep a palm-length distance from Qing Huan.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

After a long time, Qing Huan sneezed softly, and said in a wronged tone: "Master, you are so far away from me, the quilt has been blown in by the wind. The night in Beifei is not as cold as in Central Plains."

Hearing this, Nan Yang had no choice but to move towards Qing Huan, and silently stretched out her hand to pull the corner of the quilt up for Qing Huan.

Qing Huan quickly grabbed Nan Yang's hand, and hummed softly: "Your hands are so cold, do you still care about me?"

Nan Yang felt that his ears were getting hot again, so he couldn't help shrinking back.

Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang, turned over, and got into Nan Yang's arms directly, hugging her slender waist tightly.Under the thin fabric, you can vaguely feel the well-defined and beautiful abdominal muscles.

"Master...is my body warm..." Qing Huan murmured softly.

Nan Yang raised his hand to touch his hot cheek, but he didn't dare to answer, but he didn't avoid Qing Huan's touch.

"If you're still satisfied...just hug me to sleep..." After Qing Huan murmured this sentence, she found a comfortable position in Nan Yang's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep intently.

For a long time, Nan Yang still couldn't fall asleep, but the sound of Qing Huan's long and thin breathing could be heard in his ears, obviously the small heater in his arms was already fast asleep.

Nan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head slightly, carefully covered Qing Huan's exposed arms under the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt carefully to prevent the cold night wind from Beifei from blowing in.

In the end, Nan Yang gently put his hands on Qing Huan's back, and quietly closed his eyes.