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While thinking carefully about how to find an opportunity to find Liu Wuhe alone, Qing Huan slowly cooked the meal.She put the two bowls of rice and the few dishes on the tray, and carefully walked back with the tray.

When she went back, the sky was much darker, the wind and the rain blew into the corridor, and some fell on the back of her hand, but she didn't pay attention.

Pushing open the door, Qing Huan carefully placed the tray on the table before raising her eyes to scan around the room: "Master, eat..."

But there was no one in the house.

Qing Huan froze for a moment, her fingers holding the corner of the tray became stiff.

In silence, she went into the room and reconfirmed that there was no one in the room, then frowned, quickened her pace and turned to leave the room, looking around constantly.For some reason, she didn't see Nan Yang, and her heart seemed to be missing a big piece, empty and very insecure.

Qinghuan hastily turned a corner in the corridor, but she didn't expect a familiar figure in white to sit on the steps at the corner, half leaning against the pillar, with one hand around her curled knees, and the other holding something, as if drinking something.

Qing Huan stopped, and Nan Yang stood behind her without noticing her.Qing Huan suddenly couldn't bear to disturb her, she stood quietly behind Nan Yang, watching Nan Yang's back quietly.She has done this to Nan Yang countless times since she was a child, just staring at her back without saying a word.

Every time she looks at Nan Yang, she feels that time does not pass at this moment. It would be great if time really did not pass.Just let this beautiful woman stay in her sight forever.

Nan Yang put the cup in his hand on the ground beside him, making the crisp sound of porcelain hitting stone bricks.She picked up the jug on one side with one hand and poured wine into the empty glass.

Qing Huan suddenly found out that Nan Yang was actually drinking, and she couldn't help being surprised. In her impression, Nan Yang never took the initiative to drink, because like herself, Nan Yang's alcohol capacity was not very good, so she couldn't drink too much.

"Master..." Qing Huan called Nan Yang softly, stepped forward, and grabbed Nan Yang's wrist holding the wine from behind, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start drinking?"

Nan Yang's eyes were slightly red from the wine, and the corners of the eyes were stained with a touch of pink, and there was a soft halo of water in the eyes, which was as beautiful as peach blossoms in full bloom, and beautiful like ordinary people.She quietly looked at Qing Huan holding her hand, a deep chuckle suddenly came out of her nostrils, her beautiful lips stained with alcohol slightly raised a seductive angle, and her voice was a bit hoarse: "If you want to drink, drink it gone."

Seeing Nan Yang's appearance, Qing Huan felt a sudden pain in his heart.Master has never shown this side, and now he is so abnormal, he must be very sad.

"Master, did I make you angry?" Qing Huan's voice was very soft, she bent slightly, and moved closer to Nan Yang.

"...a long time ago, when you were young, you were as high as my chest...you are so cute, you are stupid, you don't know anything...you are so stupid, you can do whatever I tell you... yes Sometimes I deliberately say something to embarrass you, and you take it seriously. When you are disobedient, I pretend to be angry, and you will be very nervous, and you will be obedient immediately..." Nan Yang muttered to himself, obviously drunk, and did not Knowing how much he drank, "Why did the heavens arrange it like this... I have always obeyed the will of the heavens, but why... did you treat me like this?"

Qing Huan took down the wine glass in Nan Yang's hand, wrapped Nan Yang in his arms, and slowly stood up with her arms around her: "Master, I don't understand what you are talking about. You drank too much, let's go back first."

Nan Yang rested his head on Qing Huan's shoulder wearily, still muttering: "Qing Huan..."

"Yes, Master." Qing Huan put her tone into the gentlest, and looked at Nan Yang's side face worriedly.

"I really... want to be with you...for the rest of my life..." Nan Yang's eyes suddenly turned red, and the water in his eyes became thicker, but he was wrinkled by her emotions again, like a stone thrown into the quiet The lake, with little ripples, "We... two... live in peace..."

"Master, tell me, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Qing Huan's arms around Nan Yang became tighter and tighter. Seeing Nan Yang like this, she felt like her heart was being crushed.

"You belong to me alone, right?" Nan Yang didn't seem to hear what Qing Huan said at all, but kept talking to himself.

"Yes, yes." Qing Huan replied softly.

Qing Huan helped Nan Yang back to the room, let her lean against the bed, poured another cup of tea, and quickened her pace to bring it to Nan Yang.

She put the rim of the teacup between Nan Yang's lips, and coaxed: "Master, drink a little."

Nan Yang just looked straight at Qing Huan's face, his eyes were almost greedy, and the feelings buried deep in the past were exposed after drinking.She didn't drink the tea in Qing Huan's hand, but put her arms around Qing Huan's neck, her lips approached Qing Huan's face, and kissed Qing Huan's eyes lightly.

Nan Yang drank a lot of wine, which dyed her body with a faint aroma of wine, especially on the slender neck closest to the tip of Qing Huan's nose, the aroma of wine became stronger.Qing Huan couldn't help poking her probe, and licked Nan Yang's neck.

Nan Yang snorted, moved her lips away from Qing Huan's eyes, and hugged Qing Huan tightly.Except for Qing Huan, she has never hugged anyone so intimately in her life. After hugging Qing Huan, she realized how addictive it is to hug each other hard, so practical and warm.It's as if she is not alone in this world. When she is sad, she can be weak in front of this person without any scruples.

But why, such a day can't be longer.

Qing Huan caressed Nan Yang's back soothingly, and sighed leisurely.After hugging for a long time, Nan Yang's breathing gradually calmed down, Qing Huan let go of Nan Yang, looked at Nan Yang's quiet face, couldn't help but smiled and raised his hand to pinch Nan Yang's face: "Master is still so childish when."

Nan Yang lowered his head abruptly, as if he was still unconscious.She moved her right hand lightly, and unconsciously murmured: "...it hurts."

Qing Huan touched Nan Yang's right hand and found that the gauze there was still wet and hadn't been changed.She frowned and hurried to fetch the medicine box, sighing while removing and changing the gauze for Nan Yang.

Nan Yang lowered his head and stared at his right hand, then moved his eyes to Qing Huan who was bent down and concentrated on bandaging her, and suddenly said softly: "You are so annoying."

"Ah? What?" Qing Huan looked up at Nan Yang in confusion.

"...It's really annoying." Nan Yang turned his head away, and the scene when Qing Huan and Miao Shan were together this morning emerged in his mind, and then Qing Huan lied to her again.

"How can I hate it, master, can you explain something?" Qing Huan smiled and pinched Nan Yang's face again.

Nan Yang suddenly withdrew his right hand without saying a word.

Qing Huan could only say: "Okay, okay, I hate it, I'm such an annoying bastard." She said, she grabbed Nan Yang's right hand again, and continued to bandage helplessly.

"...Well." Nan Yang sullenly affirmed Qing Huan's statement.

"Master, have you...have you..." Qing Huan wanted to ask what Nan Yang had been hiding from her, but after thinking about it, there was no point in dwelling on these questions any longer.The truth will always come out when it should come out, and it is best to let it develop.

No matter what, there will always be a clear day for everything.

Qing Huan wrapped Nan Yang's right hand and slowly packed the medicine box. Nan Yang's slender fingers suddenly covered her hand holding the gauze.

"Master, what's the matter..." Qing Huan smiled and patted the back of Nan Yang's hand.Nan Yang, who is unconscious now, seems to be coaxing everything he does.

"...I want to sleep." Nan Yang said sullenly.

"Okay, go to sleep after packing up, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Nan Yang raised his eyes and looked at Qing Huan, then suddenly raised his hand and hooked his collar with his index finger, pulled it down, and then spoke with a slightly hoarse voice: "...I want...to sleep."

"Are you implying something to me, Master?" Qing Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and froze in the movement of packing the medicine box.

Nan Yang blinked at Qing Huan, put down his hand, and muttered again: "...you are so annoying."

With a smile on the corners of Qing Huan's lips, without saying anything, after quickly tidying up the things on the bed, she pinched Nan Yang's chin and asked her to open her mouth slightly, then bent down, easily stuck the tip of her tongue in, and entangled with Nan Yang.