Taibai into the moon

Seeing that Xiao Yin's expression suddenly changed, Song Ling was taken aback, and quickly asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

Xiao Yin held Ling Yu, "Have you ever done anything to anyone?"

Song Ling was confused by Xiao Yin's words, frowned and said, "No way."

"No." Xiao Yin looked at the thing in his hand, "If someone else gets close to this thing, Lingyu will attack with a needle by itself, so I ask you to wear it close to your body in case of accidents."

Song Ling looked at the feather, and suddenly remembered that she dropped the feather in the afternoon, and it was Yun Qichen who picked it up for her.

Song Ling quickly told Xiao Yin about the matter.

After Xiao Yin finished listening, he returned Ling Yu to Song Ling, "You take this well, don't lose it again."

Song Ling thought that maybe he caused some trouble for her brother this time. My brother never took out his own weapon, and this self-defense thing is probably extremely concealed.

"Ling'er remembered, I was negligent." Song Ling took Lingyu and put it close to her body.

Xiao Yin stroked her head, "Go back and rest after eating."

Song Ling nodded obediently, "Brother, you should go to bed early, too."

After Song Ling left, Xiao Yin folded a new feather out of thin air, red root, green feather, and black wing.

"Yun Qichen... who the hell are you?"

Xiao Yin narrowed his eyes and took out the copper plate, it was nothing special, Xiao Yin couldn't tell who Yun Qichen was.

"Crush it, and I'll come to see you."

"Poison barrier, I have my own way."

"Stop her."

Xiao Yin looked at the copper plate quietly, and these random words rang in his mind, Yun Qichen's words, Qingyi's words, covering him like a net.

When Yun Qichen returned to Qingfeng Building, Huairou had already woken up.

"Where have you been?"

"Are you awake?" Yun Qichen smiled, "I made porridge and warmed it up before you woke up."

Huairou rubbed her hands, "Can it still be hot?"

Yun Qichen smiled and walked to Huairou's side, grabbed Huairou's hand and covered it in his own: "Hands are so cold, where's the cloak?"

"In the room." Huairou yawned: "I just woke up."

Yun Qichen looked at Huairou with his head tilted, pursed his lips and said happily, "Ah Rou, you are different."

"What's the difference?" Huairou let him cover his hands, and grabbed the person and walked into the house.

Yun Qichen picked him up from behind and carried him back to the inner room.

"Delicate." Yun Qichen whispered against his earlobe.

"You are delicate." Huairou frowned, her brows were a little sharp.

"It's not squeamish, it's because I spoiled her a lot." Yun Qichen hugged Huairou from behind, "It's so good, I like it like this."

"Then your preference is really unique." Huairou felt uncomfortable being pressed by him, and directly turned over vigorously to put the person under him, and then rolled over to the side.

Yun Qichen turned his head to look at Huairou's warm face illuminated by the candlelight, and his sharp eyebrows seemed much softer.

Yun Qichen thought, without those right and wrong, can you live happily without any troubles like this.

Huairou watched Yun Qichen suddenly look at him with incomparable concentration, with some expectation and joy in his eyes.

"What's the matter? What are you looking at?" Huairou was a little embarrassed by his loving eyes.

Yun Qichen gradually saw nothing but Huairou in front of him, the way he was practicing martial arts and studying when he was young, the way he looked for the scabbard for him, and... the way he blocked Qingyi's blow for himself when something happened .

Yun Qichen suddenly pulled Huairou in front of him, and then kissed her.

"Um……"

It's not the first time Huairou has been kissed so suddenly by him, but it's the first time he has kissed so passionately, without hesitation, and wants to integrate himself into his flesh and blood.

"Ah Rou, I will protect you." Yun Qichen's nose and Huairou's nose met, they breathed together, their eyes met, half confused, half firm.

"Don't protect me."

"No... I have to protect you." Yun Qichen lowered his forehead and whispered softly: "I have to protect you, Yun Qichen protects Huairou, it's only natural and justified."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm hungry." Huairou was caught off guard by his enthusiasm, and his eyes began to wander.

"Hungry?" Yun Qichen looked at him with a smile, his arms were still on Huairou's back, and the warmth of his body was leaking from the thin robe.

Yun Qichen pulled the quilt to wrap him in, "It's so thin, I don't want to catch a cold."

"Don't hug me with the quilt attached." After a little movement, she frowned and said, "It's too crowded, otherwise you will come in."

"I'll go and reheat the porridge for you, don't start it." Yun Qichen said the words close to Huairou, turned around and went out by himself.

Huairou leaned on the bed, Yun Qichen wrapped her body in a quilt.The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm being taken care of...a woman?

Dissatisfied with her own thoughts, Huairou shook her head.

"To make a fuss over a molehill... I have high internal strength, how could I catch cold so easily." Huairou curled her lips, moved the pillow she was leaning on, and picked up the book on the side to continue reading.

"Where did I see it last time..." Huairou flipped the pages, "It's all clouds and dust, if you insist on doing something nonsense, you don't have time to bend the corners."

"Why is it me?" Yun Qichen brought the porridge in, and saw Huairou frowning at the book.

"Too bad I can't find the page number." Huairou flipped through it again.

Yun Qichen put down the food, then reached for the book, opened a certain page and folded it.

"Reading at night is bad for your eyes, eat first."

Yun Qichen took a bowl of porridge, wanted to hand it to Huairou, but withdrew it back: "Jiaojiao~ Shall I feed you?"

"No, and..." Huairou felt itchy from his screams, like being scratched by lice. "What are you screaming for?"

"Pfft." Seeing his shy look, Yun Qichen smiled softly, then took a spoonful of porridge from his hand and handed it to Huairou's mouth, "Drink, I'll feed you."

"No." Huairou turned his face away.

"Neng, open your mouth." Yun Qichen blew and handed it to his mouth.

Huairou sat upright and looked at Yun Qichen: "Can you stop taking care of me like you take care of the old, weak, women and children every day?"

Yun Qichen brought the porridge to Huairou's mouth: "Eat some, you are too thin."

Huairou saw that he was determined after eating the weight, and reluctantly took a bite of the spoon.

"Hmm...sweet?" Huairou took two mouthfuls of his hand, and the sweetness melted in his mouth.

"Well, I added honey." Yun Qichen took a sip himself, "It's okay, do you feel tired?"

"I'll eat it myself, you can change a bowl." Huairou wanted to reach out and take back the bowl.

Yun Qichen put the bowl back, "I want this bowl."

Huairou took another mouthful of the rice that Yun Qichen handed over, and said with a smile: "I don't know how many dishes you still have to cook, before you leave, your stomach is full."

Huairou looked at Yun Qichen and asked back: "Could it be that you want me to lose my appetite and starve me to death after you leave?"

Yun Qichen fed it spoon by spoon, and said with a smile, "How did you feel about the food when you ate?"

When it was mentioned suddenly, Huairou thought about it carefully: "It's not that good, I eat what I get for three meals a day."

"Really?" Yun Qichen put down the empty bowl, leaned over and said, "You, it's your appetite, it's not your appetite, it's the cook here that doesn't suit your appetite."

"Okay, then will you come back after you leave?" Huairou leaned against the head of the bed, "It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality, I'm not used to the food here."

"Still hungry?" Yun Qichen wiped Huairou's mouth, "Reply, I'm not used to eating by myself either."

Huairou smiled and shook her head, "Not hungry."

"Okay." Yun Qichen took the bowl to the table outside, folded back on the bed, and stopped Huairou from lying down.

"Not sleepy either." Huairou rubbed Yun Qichen's chest, squinted his eyes and raised his head, like a little fox.

"not sleepy?"

Yun Qichen lowered his head and pecked Huairou's lips, "Then do something else?"

"What?" Huairou's whole body was held in Yun Qichen's arms, wrapped in a warm atmosphere.

Yun Qichen turned off the door lights, leaving only one beside the bed, which was only enough to illuminate each other's faces.

Yun Qichen's arm on Huairou's back slowly stretched over Huairou's back, the clothes were still on, and there was a tingling sensation as it passed gently, making Huairou want to sink into Yun Qichen's arms.

The hairpin on his head was gently pulled out by Yun Qichen, the smooth black hair fell to his shoulders, and the strands of hair passing in front of him were caught by Yun Qichen and pinned behind his ears.

For a moment, Huairou couldn't tell whether the light was softer or the light with clouds and dust was softer.

"Don't be so gentle." Huairou's eyes gradually diffused, and all the eyes were falling light and shadow.

Yun Qichen lowered his head and held Huairou's lips, half kissed and half said: "Tomorrow, I will wash your hair."

"Shut up...um..." Huairou leaned forward, as if she had been poisoned.

"it is good……"

In the second half of the night, the moonlight gradually changed from bright to dense.

"Call me, Ah Rou." Yun Qichen caressed Huairou's face, and took a malicious bite on his mouth.

"Yun Qichen..." The corners of Huairou's lips were a little damaged, and occasionally Yun Qichen would brush over them in distress, but he just didn't intend to stop the nibbling in the kiss.

"It's not this." Yun Qichen seemed dissatisfied, Huairou's breathing became scattered.

"Don't... Dust..."

"Arou, I miss you."

The hot air on Yun Qichen's body made Huairou feel drowsy, and all the strength in his body was taken away by Yun Qichen. Yun Qichen whispered Huairou and couldn't hear him at all, so he could only reply to him in a muffled voice.

A curtain of wind and moon.

Qingyi has been sitting outside for a long time, with the cold wind blowing, Qingyi is not too cold, but blowing her hair annoys her.

So he raised his hand and tapped a barrier, and the wind kept ringing, Qingyi didn't see those childishness in his eyes.

She always hides it in front of people, and she is also afraid that her senior brother will think of herself.

So these days I have been living outside, even if I went to Niaosingjian, I would not get close to Qingfeng Tower.

How much she expected to see senior brother when she came, but if senior brother inadvertently remembered the past, what would she do, what could she do.

Willing to go his own way, or turn against each other.

"Senior brother, I pray, I hope." Qingyi shook Tianyin on her wrist, her brows were a little sad: "Senior brother, the rest of me, when the dust falls to the ground together, I can still love you."

The author has something to say: "Don't... Dust..."