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The weather in Kunlun, which is to the west of the North Penalty, is much colder than the North Penalty. The high mountains intercept a large amount of cold air flow, and the snow is getting heavier every day. It takes a little effort to push open the cave door from time to time.

On the bed in the cave, Nan Yang's exposed arms shivered from the cold. She frowned, rubbed the center of her brows, and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she moved, a tearing pain came from between her legs, which made her tremble violently, and was relieved for a long time.

A hand that didn't belong to him was placed on his waist, like a heater, gently sticking to his slightly cool skin.Nan Yang turned her face slightly, and saw Qing Huan nestled on her shoulder, sleeping deeply.

The girl's young and healthy skin is so tender and delicate, just looking at it makes one want to reach out and touch it, to feel the beautiful touch of the radiant skin that is as warm and smooth as water under the hands.The bright red cinnabar between the eyebrows is the most perfect embellishment on this stunning face, and it has a fascinating style.

Nan Yang quietly looked at Qing Huan who was still hugging her in her sleep, and reached out to pull up the quilt to cover Qing Huan's shoulders to prevent the cold air from entering.

The clothes on Qing Huan's body were in a mess, half-opened. Following Nan Yang's movement of tucking in the quilt for her, a kit that should have been placed next to her clothes fell out, and it happened to land in Nan Yang's hand.

Nan Yang is not a curious person, but the person in front of her is not someone else, but her sweetheart, so she naturally wants to know her.Nan Yang picked up the kit, gently pulled the strap on the kit to open it, put his slender fingers in, and came out with a piece of paper folded squarely.

The paper blocks are stacked very neatly, and the corners are carefully aligned without any displacement.However, the edges of the paper were obviously frayed, and the color was also a little yellow, which seemed to be the result of she often took it out to play with it.

What is it that she hides so tightly and loves it so much?

Nan Yang opened the pieces of paper layer by layer, and the thin paper slowly spread out in front of his eyes. When the three palm-long paper was fully displayed in front of his eyes, Nan Yang's fingers holding the paper became stiff.

I am happy all my life.

It was the picture she gave Qing Huan on the eve of New Year's Eve.

If she hadn't seen this thing again, she would have forgotten about it.

Qing Huan moved suddenly, and murmured something softly, which seemed to be a sign of waking up.Nan Yang didn't know what to do for a while, so he hurriedly folded the picture and stuffed it back into the bag for Qing Huan to put back, and when he closed his eyes, he pretended to be asleep.

When Qing Huan opened her eyes, she rubbed her eyes. After rubbing her hands, she placed her hands on Nan Yang's waist. Nan Yang's heart beat wildly because of this little intimate contact.

Qing Huan's consciousness was blurred, her eyes were also blurred, and she finally saw the objects in front of her eyes clearly, her eyes were so wide that they could fall out.

Are you still dreaming?Why is Master... still on her bed?And... with bare shoulders...

Wasn't it a dream last night? !

Qing Huan opened her mouth, and hugged Nan Yang who was sleeping in her arms at a loss, unable to calm down for a long time.

What's going on...

Qing Huan released Nan Yang carefully, and put her hand on her forehead, the fever seemed to have subsided.She got up slowly, tidied her clothes, looked at the person on the bed in disbelief, and decided to go out and ask someone for questioning.Her last waking consciousness was of her kneeling in the snow, her head burning and groggy.

When Qing Huan got up, the bed lost a person's weight and lifted slightly.Sensing her departure, Nan Yang's heart was inexplicably empty, and his fingers resting on the quilt slightly tightened, grabbing a little wrinkle.

Qing Huan walked unsteadily, walked out with a little top-heavy, holding on to the cave wall of Huaxu Realm, kept looking around for signs of people.

It was early in the morning, and Bo Xue was going to Kunlun's kitchen with a food box to bring back some food for the Buddhas in the hidden cave.As soon as he went out, he almost bumped into Qing Huan who was passing by.

"Oh... I was shocked, why did you get out of bed? Run around after your injuries are healed..."

Qing Huan remembered this woman, and quickly grabbed her: "Miss Bo Xue, what happened?"

Bo Xue was puzzled: "What happened?"

"I just remember that day I fainted...then...then what?"

"Oh... You asked this..." Bo Xue rolled her eyes, "After you fainted, His Majesty Nanyang brought you back and took care of you all the time."

"……Gone?"

"Uh... By the way, your senior sister and senior brother were sent back to Beijing by my master." Bo Xue nodded.

Qing Huan supported her forehead, swallowed, and said to herself: "So... I'm not dreaming..."

"Your master is really good to you. You were seriously injured, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears. Although she doesn't like to talk very much, she looks very worried about you at the first glance. You have been in a coma for two or three days, and it has been her Holding you, feeding you medicine and water..." Bo Xue suddenly smiled, approached Qing Huan and said in a low voice, "I went back to deliver medicine, and saw her secretly kissing you..."

"Cough..." Qing Huan blushed and turned her head away.

"Also, you were almost taken away by your senior brother. Nanyang respected that domineering, went up to grab someone, and said to your senior brother confidently: 'I love her', that loud..."

"Did you hear that?" Qing Huan blushed even more, and her heart beat faster and faster.

"It's not just me, my master, your senior sister, and of course your senior brother. I can hear you clearly. Tsk tsk, I can't see that such a boring person like Nan Yang can do such a shocking and weeping ghost!" thing……"

"Okay!" Qing Huan wanted to go up and cover Bo Xue's mouth, she settled down, smiled and shook her head, then looked at Bo Xue again, "What are you doing?"

"Go to the kitchen and get some food back." Bo Xue shook the food box in her hand.

"Can I go with you?"

"Also...well, anyway...the wound on your chest has scabbed over. It's not bad to go out for a walk after sleeping for a few days. But remember to wear thicker clothes, and remember to hold an umbrella. If it gets damaged by snow, Your Majesty will definitely kill me." Bo Xue pursed her lips and wiped her neck.

Qing Huan folded her clothes and smiled lightly: "I see, let's go."

Together with the thin snow, Qing Huan walked to the kitchen with difficulty in the deep snow, bearing the finely crushed snowflakes.

What Bo Xue didn't expect was that when Qing Huan came to the kitchen, she cooked a few dishes by herself and put them in the food box.Bo Xue sniffed a bit and tasted it, and repeatedly lamented that this little girl is young, but her handicraft is exquisite.

While chatting, Bo Xue and Qing Huan packed their things and walked back.Perhaps it was because it took a long time to cook in the kitchen. When I returned, it was no longer snowing.

Nan Yang had already woken up, and together with Cang Min, swept a patch of snow under a crooked-neck tree outside Huaxu, set up a stove, made tea, and played chess.

When Qing Huan and Bo Xue carried the food box and walked under the crooked neck tree, Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at Qing Huan, his expression was still indifferent, but his ears had started to turn red.

Bo Xue smiled and said to Cang Min: "Master, Qing Huan made the hot dishes just out of the pot. Stop playing chess, come and eat first."

Cang Min glanced at Nan Yang and sneered: "She made it herself? Then how dare I eat it, someone will want to kill me."

Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but think to herself, this pair of master and apprentice are really unforgiving.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan, and said lightly: "...Does the injury still hurt? I can't sleep peacefully in the morning, so I ran to the kitchen to cook?"

Cang Min clicked his tongue twice: "Hey, look, this dead ghost is blaming you, why does he leave after sleeping, and doesn't stay and get bored with her..."

"Cang Min!" Nan Yang glared at Cang Min coldly with anger on his face.

Qing Huan walked up to Nan Yang and sat down, blushing and quietly grabbed Nan Yang's right hand, habitually rubbed the thin callus on the outside of her index finger, and secretly slid her fingertips on Nan Yang's palm.

Nan Yang felt an unbearable itchiness in his palms, and lowered his head slightly.

"You know how to bully me, you have the ability to be fierce to this beauty next to you, do you have that ability? Hmph, you know how to bully me." Cang Min threw away the chess piece in his hand, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows Look at Nanyang.

The corners of Nan Yang's lips twitched, and he raised his sleeves, releasing a wave of true energy that shook the leaves above Cang Min's head.All the snow on the leaves fell onto Cang Min's head and filled her body, making her shiver from the cold.

"Nan Yang!!!" Cang Min stood up angrily, shaking the snow on his collar and hair, and seeing Nan Yang's expression, he couldn't help getting angrier, "Why are you holding back! Eyebrows and eyes are bent, I I didn't just know you!"

Nan Yang bent the corner of his mouth, with a very shallow smile, and looked at Cang Min lightly.

Cang Min snorted, then bent down suddenly, quickly rolled a snowball, and it flew towards Nan Yang's face.

"puff-------"

The incident happened suddenly, Qing Huan was still in a daze, and Nan Yang didn't have time to hide, so his face was shattered by the snow, his eyebrows and eyelashes were all covered with snow, and snow scum fell down his face and neck. Embarrassed.

Nan Yang froze for a moment, then looked at Cang Min coldly, as if he could kill her with that look.

Cang Min couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Bo Xue hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, if you delay any longer, the dishes will be completely cold, wouldn't Qing Huan's cooking be for nothing?"

Qing Huan hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe Nan Yang's face clean, then helped to put away the chessboard, and put the food on the table.

Bo Xue also sat down, and the four of them happened to gather around the small table, a bit crowded, but warm and lively.

Qing Huan was setting the bowls and chopsticks when Nan Yang's cold hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.

Qing Huan hurriedly looked at Nan Yang: "Master, what's wrong?"

Nan Yang looked embarrassed, his ears were very red, he raised his body slightly, leaned close to Qing Huan's ear, and said softly: "I have snow in my collar, and I can't reach it."

When Nan Yang said this, his expression was very serious, but his ears were still so red that people couldn't help feeling affectionate when they saw it.

Qing Huan chuckled, put down the things in her hands, moved her position, sat up on her knees, brushed the long black hair to Nan Yang's chest, carefully lifted the fur collar on the back of Nan Yang's neck, and wiped the broken snow inside. Sweep out carefully.

A little snow had melted, and the exposed creamy skin was a little red from the cold.Qing Huan lowered her head, and breathed lightly on the back of Nan Yang's neck.

"Warmer?"

A blush crept up on Nan Yang's cheeks, and without answering, he took Qing Huan's hand and asked her to sit back beside him.

She didn't want to let go of Qing Huan's hand, so she directly picked up the chopsticks with her left hand to eat.

Qing Huan has always had a strange feeling when watching Nan Yang's pickled vegetables, but she doesn't know why.After thinking for a long time, Qing Huan suddenly realized that Master used his left hand.No wonder Master always feels paralyzed after eating today...

Qing Huan suppressed a smile, held Nan Yang's hand tighter, and kept helping Nan Yang pick up vegetables.

Cang Min took a sip from the teacup while eating: "Why are these dishes so sweet?"

Bo Xue also nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, four of the six dishes are on the sweet side. Qinghuan, do you like sweet food so much?"

Huan smiled slightly, and glanced at Nan Yang: "Does Master think it's delicious?"

"Okay." Nan Yang nodded with satisfaction, this dish was indeed to her liking.

Qinghuan's smile deepened, he didn't eat a few mouthfuls from the beginning to the end, and patronized to pick up vegetables for Nan Yang:

"Then I will often do it for Master in the future."