Traitor, he is bent on death

too close.

Xuan Lan almost covered him, the cold fragrance of the young man lingered on the tip of his nose all the time, making Jiang Jintang a little dizzy, he didn't know if he hadn't woken up from the nightmare, otherwise how could he be in such a deep night, So close to Xuan Lan.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Xuan Lan's finger slid to his lips, and his thumb stroked the corner of his lips lightly. The temperature of his fingertips seemed to ignite a fire on Jiang Jintang's cold lips. He still wanted to be gentle. Ask: "Did you have a terrible nightmare?"

Jiang Jintang's eyelashes trembled, like a butterfly flapping its wings trying to break free from the spider web. He took a quick breath, and suddenly reached out to push Xuan Lan. Xuan Lan fell on the soft bedding unprepared. Jiang Jintang followed Pressed up, looking down at his pair of unruly eyes.

The cold blue hair slid down from his cheeks, blending with the moonlight outside the window. Jiang Jintang's side face looked like a jade sculpture. He was clearly breathing unsteadily and his chest was constantly heaving, but his eyes seemed to contain sober ice and snow. All unspeakable desires of people must be snuffed out in the bud.

"You don't have to do so much." Jiang Jintang said, "Because I won't like you."

Xuan Lan paused, and said: "Don't be so absolute... You have never liked anyone, how do you know you won't like me? Let's talk about it."

He looked at Jiang Jintang and said, "Your heart is beating so fast, I can hear it."

Jiang Jintang pursed the corners of his lips and said, "If I spend my whole life, there will definitely be someone I like to yearn for, and that person will definitely not be you."

He grabbed Xuan Lan's collar with his slender fingers, and said coldly, "Do you understand?"

Xuan Lan was silent for a while, then stretched out her arms to hug him, as if coaxing a child, and patted him on the back, her voice was very soft: "If you don't like me, you don't like me, why are you angry? You are so angry that your body is broken, no It's still your own pain."

He didn't seem to care about Jiang Jintang's harsh words, "Sleep a little longer, it's almost dawn."

Jiang Jintang felt incredible.

He's said all this, Xuan Lan not only didn't turn his face, but also talked so nicely?When he was in the capital, why didn't he realize that this person had such a good temper.

"..." Jiang Jintang closed his eyes, turned over and lay back on the bed, and said, "You can get lost."

"If I leave, what will you do if you have nightmares again?" Xuan Lan lifted a corner of the quilt and stuffed herself in, feeling the warmth of Jiang Jintang's body.

Jiang Jintang's body temperature always seemed to be a little lower than that of ordinary people, which meant that his muscles were icy.

"When I had nightmares in the past, you weren't always there." Jiang Jintang said casually.

After saying it, I realized later that it was like acting like a baby.

Xuan Lan laughed softly, he said: "That's my fault, I should have slept with you earlier."

"..." Jiang Jintang said, "Get lost."

"I won't bother you anymore." Xuan Lan said, "Go to sleep and have a good dream."

This person is like a dog's skin plaster and can't be driven away, he is stuck here, Jiang Jintang simply gave up the idea of ​​driving him away, young people seem to always be like this when they are in love, they are enthusiastic at the beginning, and then give up after sneering.

He turned over and turned his back to Xuan Lan, but he could still clearly feel the existence of another person. He squeezed his narrow heart, forced it to expand, and filled it full, a person named "Xuan Lan".

……

The next morning, when Jiang Jintang woke up, Xuan Lan was no longer there.

He sat up and took a shower, and just as he put on his coat, he saw Xuan Lan pushing the door in, with two bowls of noodles on the tray.

Ordinary and ordinary noodles, with an egg nestled on top, and two green vegetables on the side, the appearance is average, and it looks like Jiang Jintang will not spend four copper coins for a bowl after seeing it.

Xuan Lan put the tray on the table and said, "Eat something."

Jiang Jintang sat down at the table, frowned and was about to be critical when Xuan Lan spoke first: "Last night when you were dreaming, you said you wanted to eat noodles."

Jiang Jintang was startled: "...Did I talk in my sleep?"

"I said it." Xuan Lan said, "I said it while crying."

Jiang Jintang tightened his fingers slightly: "What did you say?"

Xuan Lan raised her eyes and said, "Just say you want to eat longevity noodles...but I don't know what longevity noodles look like. I asked the waiter, and he told me how to do it."

He stretched out a pair of knuckle-boned hands, spread them out on the table, and said, "I don't know how to cook, so I hurt my hands, look."

Jiang Jintang felt that Xuan Lan's cooking was a fantasy, but when he looked down, there were indeed many burns and scalds on those hands, which were born noble, like ink dots on a delicate painting scroll, which ruined the beauty.

He said coldly: "If you're not good at cooking, even if you cook it, it's unpalatable, so why bother yourself."

"It was you who made me cry first." Xuan Lan said, "If you didn't cry, how could I torture myself like this? Do you want to eat or not? If you don't, I will..."

Jiang Jintang raised his slender eyelids: "What if I don't eat you?"

Xuan Lan said, "If you don't eat it, I'll beg you to eat it."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Very good, the future of the emperor has been thrown into the dog's stomach.

He stood up, and Xuan Lan immediately grabbed his sleeve: "You really don't want to eat? I've been making noodles for a long time, and I roll out the noodles myself."

Jiang Jintang pulled his sleeve back from his hand, turned around and left, not long after, came back and sat down again, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand, his eyes were cold: "Hand over here."

"Do you love me?" Xuan Lan stretched out her hand and said, "If you really love me, no matter how bad the noodles are, you have to say they are delicious, you know?"

Jiang Jintang ran out of patience: "Why do you talk so much?"

Xuan Lan shut up, watching Jiang Jintang administer medicine to herself.

In fact, this injury is nothing. He has been practicing martial arts with his masters since he was a child. Pain has become a common feeling and his perception of it is not so keen. But at this moment, he looked at The wound that Jiang Jintang treated carefully suddenly felt really painful again.

The pain went all the way from the fingers through the arm, and then through the ribs, and quickly rushed to the heart, making it almost curl up in pain.

So he hissed.

Jiang Jintang froze his fingers, "It hurts?"

"Yeah." Xuan Lan's voice was muffled: "It hurts."

Jiang Jintang glanced at the wound medicine.

It was given to him by Jian Yuanjia last time, and he used it himself. It is very refreshing and has an analgesic effect after applying it. How could Xuan Lan be in such pain?

"It's good if you know it hurts." Jiang Jintang moved his hands lightly, and said softly, "If you know it hurts, don't do such meaningless things in the future."

Xuan Lan bent over to get closer to him: "Otherwise you can brag to me, it really hurts."

"..." Jiang Jintang said: "Are you Guigeng this year? Do you still need someone to brag about your medicine?"

"No matter how old I am, I will still feel the pain." Xuan Lan said confidently, "What if I die of pain here? Are you going to die for me?"

Speaking of this, he laughed himself: "I can't bear it."

Jiang Jintang held back, but he couldn't hold back, and pressed hard on his burnt area, Xuan Lan hissed, "It hurts."

"Shut up if it hurts." Jiang Jintang applied the ointment on him with a cold face, "The other hand."

Xuan Lan put the other hand in front of him, in this posture, like a child, stretching out both hands to ask Jiang Jintang for something.

It's a pity that Xuan Lan is not a child, nor is it a candy that can be dismissed with a piece of pastry.

He is a hungry wolf, drinking blood like a fur, but he restrained his fangs and sharp teeth in front of Jiang Jintang. Once Jiang Jintang softened, he would reveal his true colors, and then eat up.

Jiang Jintang didn't notice the change in Xuan Lan's eyes, so he put the medicine on his hand seriously, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and blew on the burn he pressed before, pursed his lips and said, "Okay, don't touch the water for now. "

Xuan Lan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jiang Jintang would really brag to him, he just said he was here to tease Jiang Jintang, after all this person...has always been cold.

"Then you eat noodles." Xuan Lan said, "Try it."

Jiang Jintang didn't know how he would feel if he received the bowl of longevity noodles cooked by Xuan Ke on his birthday, but now he looked at the ordinary-looking bowl of noodles cooked by Xuan Lan in front of him, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It seemed that something that had been stripped out more than ten years ago had returned to him after crossing the torrent of time. In the mist rising from the face of longevity, he returned to his childhood in a trance. He was busy in the kitchen with his sister, and his two brothers took him to bask in the sun in the yard and read letters from his father to him.

It is said that the beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold, but even such a precious thing, my father also wrote it very formally, always beginning with the same sentence "Seeing words is like meeting".

When he was too young, Jiang Jintang didn't understand that everything his father wanted to say was hidden in these four words.

See the words like a meeting, show the letter Shu Yan.

There are no more sincere words.

Jiang Jintang picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the noodles. Xuan Lan was actually quite talented in cooking. Compared with Jiang Jintang's stir-fried vegetables with chili, this bowl of noodles was at a level that people could eat.

Xuan Lan watched him eat, and smiled: "How is it, is it delicious?"

"It's not delicious." Jiang Jintang said, but picked up a chopstick of noodles, and said in a low voice, "But don't waste it."

Xuan Lan laughed out loud: "You don't know how to coax people. If you say it is delicious at this time, I know you are coaxing me, and I will be very happy."

Jiang Jintang was a little puzzled: "If I say it's not delicious, will you be angry?"

"I'm also very happy." Xuan Lan said: "After all, you ate it, so my injury is not in vain. When I was carrying my face upstairs, I was still thinking about what I would do if you didn't eat it."

"Have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out." Xuan Lan propped his chin and said, "If you don't eat it, I'll finish it in front of you, and I'll finish it with a lonely face, telling you to take pity on me."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

He really grew up in the palace.

He has learned ten percent of the methods used by concubines to compete for favor.

"I'm asking you something, and you have to answer me truthfully." Xuan Lan suddenly moved a little closer, looking seriously into Jiang Jintang's eyes: "If that's the case, will you pity me?"

"Will there be a little bit of heartbeat for me?"

The author has something to say:

Although the dog emperor is a dog, he is really good at it. Tangtang can't stand it, and neither can I.