Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

——She is a cool and aloof general attack goddess who is meticulous about things and never flustered. She doesn't like to laugh or talk.

Xu Ruying's eyes were full when she said this——I'm serious. Her eyes were clear and deep. Although they didn't look like Ming Yu, their eyes were exactly the same. It seemed like a lifetime away. Wan Yue couldn't bear to go Bully.

As the wind blew, Song Wanyue saw mist rising from her eyes, she smiled softly, "You still know her well."

Her words were full of coaxing.

Wan Yue unconsciously raised her hand to stroke Xu Ruying's hair.

She has always been like this to Xiao Mingyu.

As long as she likes it, Wan Yue will give it to her, not to mention a false name.

So what if it is attacking or receiving?

As long as Mingyu is willing, she can give it to her.

Xu Ruying's self-esteem seemed to be satisfied, she took off her coat and covered Song Wanyue's body: "Where else do you want to go?"

Her voice was very soft, and the faint moonlight enveloped her, her skin seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, just like when we first met, Wan Yue fell in love with her.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Song Wanyue looked at her with a good eye, and gently leaned her head on her shoulder: "I need to slow down, I'm so dizzy."

She doesn't want to go anywhere, she just wants to rely on her bright rain.

This campus was once filled with the laughter of her and Ming Yu.

At that time, they hadn't experienced society yet, didn't have any troubles, and lived every day like a fairy in the world.

If time can really be turned back in this world, how much she wants to go back to the beginning, back to their youthful days.

How much she wanted to love her again.

She has so many things to tell Ming Yu, she wants to hold her tightly, kiss her, and tell Ming Yu not to be too tired, as long as she has her.

Fame, fortune and material wealth are nothing but floating clouds to her.

After Ming Yu was gone, she felt that her life was gone just like that.

The walking dead are alive in the world, it is better to go with her.

Xu Ruying knew that she really drank too much, she put her arms around her waist pitifully, and patted her on the shoulder: "Does your head hurt? I'll get you pear soup when I go home."

Song Wanyue tried hard to sniff her body, but there was nothing, maybe the really slightly drunk wine ruined her sanity, maybe it was the familiar environment that made her unable to recall, she hugged Xu Ruying He tightened his hands and whispered softly: "I miss Ming Yu very much, I really miss it."

Although she is right in front of her.

But she dared not admit it.

This feeling is really like using a knife to gouge out the flesh piece by piece in the heart, bloody, but I can only bear it.

Xu Ruying felt the change in her mood, felt the moisture buried in her neck, she hugged her tightly and patted her lightly.

She wanted to comfort Wan Yue, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

Those pale words can be said by others, but she has no way to say them.

Let her forget like before?

If it's really that simple, why should she come back?

******

The moonlight is lingering.

It was already late at night to send Wan Yue back.

Huang Lan watched Xu Ruying bring Wan Yue back, feeling distressed and anxious: "This child, his stomach has been uncomfortable recently, why is he still drinking so much?"

Xu Ruying helped Song Wanyue walk into the house, she turned to look at Huang Lan: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Huang Lan nodded: "That's right, she doesn't have the same appetite for eating as before."

The old man's thinking is very simple.

She sensitively felt that Wan Yue didn't like eating as much as before.

In the past, Wanyue was very fond of food. Although her craftsmanship was not very good, she would think about what to make with relish every day. Sometimes, when she had a rare rest, Huang Lan would see Wanyue watching food and broadcasting there. Everyone swallowed desperately.

Huang Lan secretly laughed at her several times, thinking that she was still a gluttonous child, but for some reason, Wan Yue's enthusiasm for food has greatly decreased in the past month.

Sometimes, when she cooked the meal, she didn't like it very much, so she chatted with Huang Lan with a smile, and coped with it as if she was eating with her.

Huang Lan also thought of a way, even thinking about getting Wanyue to order takeaway, but Wanyue just smiled and shook her head: "I don't want to eat, auntie, I'm taking care of my health recently."

Are you taking care of your health recently?

Huang Lan is so old, can she believe this nonsense?

Xu Ruying helped Song Wanyue into the bedroom, this was their former bedroom, the big violet bed was filled with the smell of their love.

On the bedside, the photo of her and Wan Yue was still placed on it, without moving.

Xu Ruying watched quietly for a while, then she turned her head: "Auntie, go to bed, it's getting late, I'll make her some hangover soup."

Huang Lan shook her head: "It's okay, I'll accompany her, you go."

She waved her hand and looked straight at Song Wanyue.

The two mothers have been living together for so long, she even regards Wan Yue as her own child.

In the past, Huang Lan always thought that Wan Yue was a little childish, gentle, and very dependent on her daughter, but after a long time, as the two got along, she gradually understood that the strength of her previous daughter came from where.

Wan Yue is like a red rose, seemingly gentle, but actually has her own temper and sharpness. She is fierce and thorny, but she gives Ming Yu all the good things.

With the support of her lover, Ming Yu will work so hard, so go ahead.

Huang Lan finally understood why her daughter had to move forward after breaking her head, and understood her inner expectations.

Only, it was too late.

Xu Ruying boiled the pear water she used to love to drink for Wan Yue, and mixed some honey into it. She made it delicately, and she only hoped that Wan Yue would not feel so uncomfortable after drinking it.

When entering the room, Xu Ruying saw Huang Lan looking quietly at Song Wanyue, her eyes were gentle and loving, just like the way her mother looked at her many times before when she returned to her hometown and woke up.

At that moment, Xu Ruying's chest felt sour.

Pity the parents of the world.

For her, her mother also worked extremely hard, loving the house and black, she can really love Wan Yue like she loves herself.

"Is it ready?"

Huang Lan turned her head, her eyes were red and bloodshot, she was too old and couldn't stay up late.

Xu Ruying persuaded: "Auntie, go to sleep, don't worry about me?"

Why not worry?

Huang Lan turned her head and looked at Song Wanyue again, "Okay then, don't go back after you finish her, just rest here."

Xu Ruying smiled, she didn't argue, she just wanted to coax Huang Lan to go to rest quickly.

The door was gently closed.

Xu Ruying walked to Wanyue's bedside with the pear soup.

The house was a little dark, only one bedside lamp was turned on, Wan Yue's face was a little pale, she was lying quietly, her long hair like a waterfall was scattered on the bed to draw an elegant lake center, her red lips were slightly pouty, and the bridge of her nose was straight pretty.

Xu Ruying stared at her for a long time, the silence of the night flooded her with love, she forbeared and forbeared, and softly called: "Wan Yue? Wan Yue..."

Song Wanyue moved, her eyes were half-closed, like a bunny taking a nap, her eyes were blurred, "Don't make noise, I want to sleep."

Her voice was soft, like her own.

Xu Ruying took a deep breath, her chest was hot, she went to help her: "I made pear soup for you, added honey, it's your favorite drink, drink some, huh?"

As she spoke, she pulled a pillow and put it behind her for Wan Yue to lean on.

Wan Yue can't taste anything at all now, she just relies on and trusts her Ming Yu instinctively, she will do whatever she asks her to do.

Song Wanyue leaned obediently on the head of the bed, Xu Ruying carefully cooled the soup spoon by spoon, and fed it into her mouth mouthful.

The lips moistened by the pear water turned red seductively, Song Wanyue was a little tired after drinking for a while, she whispered softly: "I don't want to drink anymore, I feel uncomfortable, I need to sleep."

Xu Ruying's heart was hot, she nodded, put the bowl aside, and supported her on the soft bed.

The air is filled with the faint aroma of Wan Yue's body, mixed with the aroma of wine that disturbs one's mind.

Xu Ruying didn't know what was wrong with her, maybe it was because the day of her return was approaching, she felt that her control over this body was getting worse and worse, but the inner soul had the upper hand.

An electric current rippled in the tip of her heart. It was late at night. Xu Ruying knew that she couldn't stay any longer, and she was afraid that something would happen if she stayed any longer. But when she tucked Song Wanyue in and was about to leave, the corner of her clothes was caught people grabbed.

Xu Ruying turned her head and saw Song Wanyue huddled up like a small shrimp, looking at her pitifully: "Don't go, stay with me."

She is very sad today and doesn't want Ming Yu to leave.

Even if you can't hug or kiss, as long as she is by your side.

Xu Ruying pursed her lips, and she patted Wan Yue's hand: "Hey, you're drunk, take a good rest."

Her voice was soft, her persuasive tone seemed familiar, and the word "good" made Song Wanyue's tears of grievance flow down, "Don't go, don't go..."

Do not go.

She wanted to ask her Ming Yu very much.

Why was she so cruel, she just left at the beginning?

She listened to her well and waited for her at home, but she promised to come back soon?

She broke her promise.

She waited for her obediently, she was so obedient, why didn't she come back?

Under the attack of tears, Xu Ruying was defeated. She had no choice but to stay.

Some things happen once and twice.

There are already her pajamas in the closet.

Xu Ruying dawdled and took a cold shower, she tried her best to relieve the abnormality in her body, and also wanted to delay some time for Wan Yue to rest as soon as possible.

She had been drunk too, and knew that people who drank could not help but fall asleep while waiting.

When she finished blowing her hair and dawdled for half an hour before sneaking onto the bed on her feet, Wan Yue, who seemed to be asleep beside her, turned over and huddled beside her in a very caring manner.

She didn't dare to hug Xu Ruying like she hugged Mingyu, for fear that she would be frightened again and find an excuse to leave.

Although she could no longer smell the faint lemon scent on her body, as long as she felt her body temperature and knew she was there, Song Wanyue would feel at ease. Under the influence of alcohol, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

It's just pity for Xu Ruying, she looked up at the ceiling, motionless and tormented.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

When the one hundred and twenty sheep were counted, the sheep suddenly changed, as if a naked woman was wrapped in a snow-white woolen blanket.

Her eyebrows are slender, her red lips are charming, her eyes hooked her and whispered softly: "Ming Yu, I want..."

At this moment, Wanyue next to her seemed to be sleeping restlessly, frowned and moaned softly, the voice sounded like an agitation, Xu Ruying trembled all over, her lips bit her own lips fiercely.

Bright red blood spilled from his lips.

In a blur, Xu Ruying saw her body floating in the air, she was stunned, and looked down at her hands and feet.

She actually got out of her body with Xiao Mingyu's soul?

The horizon is almost level with the moon.

Mr. Xu still had his hands behind his back, looking at everything in the world indifferently, and beside her was the dumbfounded Bai Wuchang: "Old Xu, can you play like this?"

Isn't this a violation of the precepts?

Mr. Xu glanced at him: "If you are afraid of being punished by Master Shi, I can kick you out right now."

Bai Wuchang: ...

Women are scary, and female messengers are even more terrifying!

Mr. Xu seemed to be able to see through his heart, and the ice mountain face that had not changed for a hundred years had a rare gentleness: "They have suffered for so long, and they are about to return to their positions, so let's be presumptuous."

Bai Wuchang was not so optimistic: "I see that Xiao Mingyu can bear it, are you sure?"

With a wave of Mr. Xu's sleeves, clusters of strange floral fragrances were brought out, and her voice seemed to be tempting in people's hearts: "Then I can't help her."

So what if Xiao Mingyu could bear it?

She has a trump card in her hand.

As she waved her sleeves, while Xiao Mingyu's soul was still in a daze, Song Wanyue beside her didn't know when to float out of her body.

Before she had time to look at the surrounding scene, the scene was reversed like a tsunami, and everything around her was cut into tiny fragments, passing by like stars.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fell into a sea of ​​flowers. Xiao Mingyu was able to maintain her sanity, but she looked around vigilantly, always feeling that something was wrong.

And beside her, Song Wanyue stared at her blankly, with tears in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it, her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured: "Ming Yu, is that you?"

Maybe it's been a long time since she's been called by her name.

Maybe it was because her lover's voice was too lingering. At that moment, Xiao Mingyu felt an uncontrollable warm current emanating from the secret, hitting her and trembling slightly, and Song Wanyue in her arms was obviously no better than her. He grabbed Xiao Mingyu's neck with both hands and was about to kiss her.

Xiao Mingyu took a deep breath, "Wan Yue, you-wait-uh-"

She leaned back, tried her best to restrain herself, and wanted to find out what was going on and whether it would hurt Wan Yue.

But Wanyue couldn't bear it anymore, she knelt between the big bed full of petals, with both hands, she aggressively tore Xiao Mingyu off, and kissed her lips forcefully.

The author has something to say: Wan Yue: Do we have to wait at this time?I'm ashamed to say that I am the general attacker.