The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Xiao An raised her head silently, looked at Pang Yi, looked at Pang Yi's hand holding the spoon tightly, and also looked at Pang Yi's silent and stiff face, feeling a little sad and wronged in her heart for some reason. When she opened her mouth again, Xiao An walked over in a hurry, and while pulling her aunt out, said with a smile: Auntie, let's ignore him, let's go outside and have a good talk.

Succeed, my child has gone out. It's been a long time since no one talked to my aunt. At that moment, my aunt and Xiao An went out with a smile and a chat.

Pang Yi was the only one left in the room. He silently looked at the bowl of ginseng and chicken soup on the small table. The man who was twitching his index finger just now lost his appetite. He silently pushed the bowl away. After sitting so stiff for a while, he got under the covers again.

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Auntie is really talkative. She and Xiao An, a foreigner, can talk to each other for almost a child. Xiao An is really sleepy. She has never talked so much with anyone. She was so sore that she wanted to go back to her room to rest a long time ago, but she didn't open her mouth. One was because she was afraid of spoiling the aunt's interest, and the other was that she was not sure if Pang Yi had fallen asleep. She was really embarrassed to face the sober Pang Yi, that's why we talked with my aunt until this time.

The aunt yawned and went back to the room to sleep. Xiao An washed her face and went back to the room. She was afraid of waking Pang Yi up, so she went into the room in the dark without lighting a candle. According to her memory, she leaned on the wall and slowly After touching the kang, he helped the edge of the kang and rubbed it into it little by little, but within a few steps, his hands touched something warm...

In the next second, Xiao An suddenly withdrew his hand.

You...why are you sleeping here? Hearing the sound of turning over from the kang, Xiao An knew that Pang Yi had woken up, so she rubbed her hands and said awkwardly, Didn't you sleep in there this afternoon? ?”

Go and sleep inside. In the darkness, Pang Yi said in a deep voice.

Oh. Xiao An agreed in a low voice, while carefully climbing onto the kang, for fear of touching the man's face again.

In fact, she is very unwilling to live in the same kang with Pang Yi, but there are no other rooms in the aunt's house, and she can't sit in the outer hall all night. It attracted the suspicion of the aunt and uncle, and it was even more impossible to drive the sick Pang Yi out, so she could only bite the bullet and climb onto the kang.

In the darkness, Pang Yi heard the rustling sound coming from around him, he knew it was the sound of Xiao An taking off his cotton jacket, he thought about the appearance of that colorful and ill-fitting cotton jacket on Xiao An, his His heart jumped into his throat suddenly, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself not to think about it, but as the quilt on his body moved up and down, his originally not sober mind suddenly It was a mess.

Xiao An got into the quilt, and the aunt thought they were a young couple, so naturally she only prepared a quilt for her. Of course, Xiao An wouldn't try to grab the quilt from Pang Yi, so she vainly pulled a small corner of the quilt to cover her stomach Then he quietly put the padded jacket he just took off on his body.

Are you feeling better? The room was too silent and depressing, except for the gentle breathing of the two, there was no other sound. Knowing that Pang Yi was not asleep, Xiao An felt even more depressed. Opened his mouth lightly.

Yeah. Pang Yi responded indifferently, and then there was no further text.

Did you drink the ginseng chicken soup? Xiao An asked again in a low voice. After getting along with Pang Yi for a long time, she was used to Pang Yi's temperament of cherishing words like gold, so Xiao An didn't feel that Pang Yi was perfunctory, so she asked in a low voice again.

I didn't drink. Pang Yi said again, coughing lightly again.

Why don't you drink it? It cost me a penny. Xiao An was a little sad, but not really because of the penny. The ginseng chicken soup was made by her, and she never touched Yang Chunshui. It was the first time for a rich and noble girl from a wealthy family to stare nervously at a pot of soup in the kitchen. As soon as it came out of the pot, she eagerly served it to the man. She even picked the fattest and best chicken leg and added it. Didn't drink at all.

I can't drink it, Pang Yi said sullenly. He didn't know if it was because of the wind and cold. He felt that his heart was on fire, and he felt very uncomfortable. He pursed his dry lips a little irritably, and buried his face Into the quilt, Stop talking, go to sleep.