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"Come and rest together."

Yan Wanting said again.

Xia Qiulian put down the scroll in his hand, looked up at Yan Wanting who was lying sideways on the bed, covered with brocade quilt, only half of his head was exposed and stared at him.

I was stunned.

Although Yan Banting had a serious and indifferent expression on his face, Xia Qiulian still remembered the last time, also here, on the same couch, she was almost treated lightly by Yan Banting.

At the same time, many memories from a long time ago also flooded into my mind.

In the hot afternoon, the sun in the sky is like a burning fire wheel, hanging in the sky, exuding amazing heat.

The delicate green leaves outside the window have withered a lot under the scorching sun.

In this kind of weather, the most energetic ones are probably the cicadas on the trees.They scream tirelessly, which is really annoying.

Wearing a thin robe, Yan Wanting lay on his side on the couch in Xia Qiulian's study, and yawned with his head raised.

She seemed to be getting hot, her fair forehead and neck were covered with crystal clear sweat, the skirt of her chest was pulled a little messy, half-open revealing a little suet jade-like white skin.

Yan Wanting supported his chin with one hand, and kept shaking the folding fan with the other.

Her long and narrow phoenix eyes were dark and deep, and she was wronged and staring at Xia Qiulian who was writing and brushing in front of the desk.

He dragged his voice coquettishly, and muttered.

"Qiu Lian is hot, it's so hot."

Xia Qiulian put down her pen, looked up at Yan Wanting, her voice was cold and her expression was calm.

"If Your Highness really can't stand the heat, then Qiu Lian will call Qingyuan, and serve His Highness a bowl of iced sour plum soup to dispel the heat."

"Still drinking, no, no."

Yan Wanting waved his hands again and again, with a distressed expression.

How could such a smart Xia Qiulian not understand the meaning of her words.

As soon as she cried out that she was hot, she asked Qingyuan to bring a bowl of sour plum soup, and within less than half an hour, she had already drank four bowls, and her stomach seemed to be bursting.

A faint smile flashed across Xia Qiulian's lips, and she lowered her eyes.

Stained with ink, the thin tip of the pen is covered with ink, and it lands on the spotless white scroll, with a few casual strokes, there are a few waves of light and a few jumping carp.

Xia Qiu narrowed his eyes and began to draw seriously.

Yan Wanting was dissatisfied and aggrieved lying on the couch, seducing without giving up.

"Qiu Lian, aren't you sleepy, why don't you lie down and rest with me."

Xia Qiulian shook her head, and the pen in her hand kept walking on the scroll.

"Your Highness, rest when you are sleepy, Qiu Lian is not sleepy."

Xia Qiulian refused, Yan Wanting lowered his head aggrieved, and muttered for a while.

Xia Qiulian listened intently, but couldn't make out what she was muttering.

Then he ignored her, bowed his head and began to paint seriously.

As soon as she moved the pen, all her attention fell on the painting.

After a while, Yan Wanting, who had been tossing and turning, finally calmed down slowly. She couldn't sleep because she was so hot, but finally she couldn't help the drowsiness, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, she curled up in a ball and slept with her eyes closed. caught.

Halfway through the painting, Xia Qiulian only looked up when his eyes were sore.

Looking up, she saw Yan Wanting who was lying on the couch facing her, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep holding a paper fan.

Dai Mei frowned slightly, and her dark and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow, covering her eyes.She has a peaceful face, thin lips curled down a little aggrieved, like a child's sleeping face.

Yan Wanting slept soundly, but the sweat on her forehead was still quietly clinging to her skin.

In front of others, Yan Wanting is gentle, courteous and indifferent, but in front of those she cares about, she will occasionally show a little childishness.

For example, she just acted like a baby and asked Xia Qiulian to take a nap with her.

Xia Qiulian looked at her sleeping face, and even though she wasn't sleepy, she felt sleepy.

After putting away the scroll, she went to the copper basin to wash her hands with clean water. Xia Qiulian walked to the side of the couch. She had long been used to sleeping in the same bed as Yan Banting.At this time, he sat down naturally, and lay down against the corner on the other side.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a hot and soft body suddenly stuck behind him.

In his sleep, Yan Wanting turned around and firmly embraced Xia Qiulian into his arms.

In such heat, Xia Qiulian's body was still cold.For Yu Yanwanting, it was as if he was hugging a piece of ice to dispel the heat.

Xia Qiulian didn't move, she closed her eyes calmly, and Yan Banting still held her tighter and tighter.

Yan Wanting hugged Xia Qiulian, her lowered lips, which had been aggrieved, naturally rose.

It made people wonder if she was really asleep, or just pretending to be asleep.

For Xia Qiulian, it was really normal for Yan Wanting to sleep with her in his arms.

Sometimes at noon, when Yan Wanting came to Jingling Palace, Xia Qiulian was lying alone, but she couldn't sleep.

The silver frost charcoal burning in the stove burned out little by little, and the silver-white ash wrapped the sparks that were about to go out.

She suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and Xia Qiulian came back to her senses, only to realize that the charcoal in the stove was about to go out, and the small hand stove she was holding seemed to be starting to get cold too.

She raised her eyes to look at the side of the couch, but found that Yan Wanting had fallen asleep at some point, curled up in a ball covered with a brocade quilt, her eyes were tightly closed, and her breathing was long and gentle.

"Knock knock, miss."

Qingyuan's voice came from outside the door.

Seeing Yan Wanting's originally flat brows frowning, Xia Qiulian got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Qingyuan is dressed in fluffy clothes, with a thick and big felt hat on her head, only revealing a red and round face.

"Miss, is the silver frost charcoal almost gone..."

Xia Qiulian hissed softly, turned to look at Yan Banting, and said in a low voice.

"Qingyuan, keep your voice down, His Highness is asleep."

Qingyuan shrank her head, nodded, lowered her voice and whispered furtively in Xia Qiulian's ear.

"Oh, miss, I've brought you some charcoal to add to it."

Xia Qiulian gently patted the snow off Qing Yuan's shoulders with gentle eyes, and ordered.

"Go, keep your voice down, don't wake up your highness."

Qingyuan added charcoal fire, then closed the door lightly and went out.

The refueled charcoal fire exudes warmth.

Xia Qiulian walked to the couch, bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then lifted some brocade quilts from the other side and lay down.

She was cold, so she deliberately stayed away from Yan Wanting.

Just as he closed his eyes, a hot body was stuck behind him.

A sleepy, hoarse and lazy voice rang in my ears.

"Why did you lie down?"

Xia Qiulian bit her lip, hugged the stove in her hand, and said nothing.

"It's so cold."

Yan Wanting muttered softly, then moved around behind her without knowing what to do.

Xia Qiulian didn't turn around, but heard the light rubbing of clothes, thinking that Yan Banting was about to get up, she closed her eyes and asked softly.

"Does Your Highness want to get up?"

"Sleep a little longer."

Yan Wanting responded coldly, and threw the clothes that had been taken off aside, leaving only obscene clothes on her body.

Xia Qiulian's body was as cold as a piece of ice, as if there was no warmth from a living person.

Yan Wanting stepped back and took Xia Qiulian into his arms, hugged her slender waist with both hands, and buried her head in her neck.

The hot body wrapped Xia Qiulian's cold body.

Yan Wanting's breath was hot, and it gently sprayed against Xia Qiulian's ear, and she moved slightly.

This warm embrace was the same as the temperature in memory. Xia Qiulian closed her eyes and squeezed her fingers together bit by bit.

It seems that nothing has changed.