Did the female supporting role get rich today [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that her expression was obviously abnormal, Ye Xichen had some guesses in her heart, so she immediately took off the wooden hairpin.

But even so, Ling Qinghe's condition did not improve.Ye Xichen was impatient, and hurriedly leaned over to support her, for fear that she would faint on the ground if something bad happened.

Seeing that Ling Qinghe was still immersed in his own consciousness and could not get out, Ye Xichen made a decisive decision and immediately brought her and Danhu into the space.

After entering, Ye Xichen wanted to help her to sit down and rest, but found that she couldn't be moved at all.

Ling Qinghe stood motionless in front of her, staring at her in a daze, with eyes that seemed to be in a daze, as if in a daze.

Ye Xichen didn't dare to act lightly, fearing that the wrong method would harm her, so she could only worry and suffer in her heart.

Why did I insert that hairpin!

For a moment, regret and self-blame flooded Ye Xichen, which immediately turned into tears and welled up in her eyes.She has already lost Ling Qinghe once, and she must not lose it a second time!

Ye Xichen collected herself, hugged Ling Qinghe, and tried to relax her movements, like hugging a peerless treasure.

Ye Xichen felt even more sad when he heard the heartbeat of the person he was hugging, and only murmured: "Qinghe..."

……

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Xichen felt that someone was wrapping around her back, and her hair was being stroked by palms.A kiss lightly fell on the forehead, and the voice from the top of the head was extremely gentle——

"Xichen, I'm back..."

Hearing his familiar tone, Ye Xichen raised his head in disbelief and met Ling Qinghe's eyes.

She raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes blurred by tears, and confirmed that the person in front of her was not the master, but her Qinghe.

Tears can't stop...

Ye Xichen buried herself in Qing He's arms again, and squeezed her hands tightly, for fear that she would disappear again.

Delicate kisses fell on her forehead, Ling Qinghe's lips were close to her ears, her voice was as powerful as an oath: "Xichen, we will never be separated again, okay..."

Ye Xichen kept nodding, and her voice came out of her nose: "We will never be separated again, no one can separate us!"

Only then did Ling Qinghe laugh.

……

Danhu has been guarding the two of them since entering the space, squatting obediently, and seems to feel the joy of the master at this time, and keeps circling around the two of them.

When both of them calmed down a little, Ye Xichen led Ling Qinghe to sit on the wooden bench in the small courtyard.

Just wanted to sit on the stool next to him, but didn't want to separate a little distance from Qinghe, so he simply sat on Ling Qinghe's lap.

This way of sitting, if it was a serious person like Ling Qinghe before, he would definitely be ashamed to refuse.But now that the two have reunited after a long absence, and their affection is strong, naturally they can't wait to stick together all the time.

Putting her arms around Ling Qinghe, Ye Xichen obediently confessed, telling each other carefully why she left suddenly, why she changed her identity and face, and even about having a system and portable space on her body.

After finishing speaking, Ye Xichen closed her eyes, not daring to raise her head——

She concealed that she was a spirit from the modern world.

After all, when I fell in love with Qinghe back then, I didn't use my real identity.She was worried that Ling Qinghe would not be able to accept these things that sounded like fantasy, and she was also worried that she would not be able to accept herself whose appearance and identity would change from time to time.

Even if there was only one ten-thousandth chance that Qing He would hate her, she didn't dare to bet.

Seeing that she was overly nervous and her eyelashes were trembling, Ling Qinghe sighed and hugged her even tighter.

"No matter what happens to you, Xichen, you are my Xichen. This will never change."

Only then did Ye Xichen really relax, and opened her eyes again, looking at Ling Qinghe with unsure eyes.

Ling Qinghe lowered his head lightly, and pressed his forehead to Ye Xichen's, until Ye Xichen's eyes couldn't be avoided: "Xichen, you promised me just now, we will never be separated again."

After finishing speaking, Ling Qinghe didn't let go, still looking at her like this.

The system still couldn't stand it anymore, and said speechlessly: "Enough, I didn't see you two being so hypocritical in the last world? There are only 70 years left, hurry up and complete the task, and go to the next world to be as hypocritical as you want!"

Ye Xichen's pupils suddenly dilated, and she was inexplicably excited: "System, say it again! Can I travel with Qinghe to do missions?"

The system threw her a white-eyed emoji, and said impatiently: "Didn't I explain it clearly? Being in love really lowers people's IQ."

After hearing the affirmative answer, Ye Xichen didn't feel like bickering with it anymore.

So Ling Qinghe found that Xichen, who was still nervous and uneasy just now, suddenly had a light in his eyes, and he resumed his usual smile and said: "A gentleman can never follow a horse. I, Ye Xichen, will do what I say, and I will never Separate from Ling Qinghe!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Xichen moved closer and pressed close to the corner of Ling Qinghe's mouth.

The two were immediately inseparable.

It was Ye Xichen who caught Danhu's curious eyes next to him, and hurriedly withdrew, breathing unsteadily and said, "Danhu is still there."

Ling Qinghe couldn't help laughing, picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Ye Xichen was enjoying this princess hug for the first time in 30 years, and her heart was about to be filled with happiness. She separated her mind from the system and quietly sighed: Fortunately, the bedroom is only a few steps away from here, otherwise, if the hug stops halfway , Isn't it embarrassing.

The system pretended not to understand her voice-over, and thoughtfully displayed a line of characters in the sea of ​​consciousness: mosaic time, automatically blocked.

Ye Xichen felt relieved now.

……

After entering the room, Ling Qinghe laid her flat on the bed.

There is no night in the space, and the ever-warm sunshine comes in from the window, hitting Ye Xichen's fair little face.

Ling Qinghe's index finger lightly stroked Ye Xichen's temples, brushed her cheeks close to the end of her eyes, touched the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips, gently rubbing and slowly stroking.

As the movements were repeated, her eyebrows and eyes became more affectionate, and the love in her eyes was about to condense into a solid body and melt Ye Xichen.

The lips are lightly lifted, there are thousands of things to say, but when I open my mouth, only the word "Xi Chen" lingers on the tip of my tongue.Over and over again, using both hands to trace every detail of Ye Xichen's face.

Surrounded by Ling Qinghe's murmurs, Ye Xichen's pupils slowly steamed, and his face was also stained with a moving crimson color.

Involuntarily, Ye Xichen's eyes began to follow the owner of the fingers, from the eyebrows to the chin, then from the lips to the center of the brows, until they stopped at another pair of water-like eyes, the two gazes were entwined without hesitation...

On Weiyun Peak, a creek that had been frozen for a long time began to sing again, and a willow that had been silent for thousands of years was swaying in the wind again.

The branches are vines, the soft leaves are drooping, lightly, heavily, and tap the surface of the stream at various frequencies and angles.

The bright water is a bright mirror, which illuminates the tenderness of the branch and awakens its madness.

The half-melted stream couldn't help beating so enthusiastically, it slowly heated up and gradually melted until the first splash of water splashed out.

The water splash follows the rhythm of the willow branches, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes up and down.

Only when the whole stream began to tremble violently did the soft tips of the willow branches stop to caress slowly.

However, before the water surface calmed down again, new splashes started to jump again, dancing left and right, erratic.

In the spring breeze, the stream is gurgling, and the willow leaves are fluttering...