Zi Yan went back to her room after being busy but didn't see Ma Lan. Knowing that she was still waiting, she quickly went out to look for her.

Along the way, I felt strange that so many people from the Nanqu troupe had returned, but why was there no Mr. Hou?

"I'll go ask Qin Da and Qin Er."

Zi Yan put the new dry cloak on Malan and turned around and went back.

The surroundings were empty again, and nothing could be seen clearly in the dark night.

Malan stood at the intersection holding an oil-paper umbrella, and she was alone again in the empty place.

Drops of rain hit the oil-paper umbrella and fell to the ground with a patter.

The newly put on cloak was stained with water drops and became damp.

Malan shivered from the cold, clenched the umbrella in her hand and prepared to go back.

I just turned around and felt something was wrong and immediately came back.

You've been waiting for so long, why bother with this moment.

The smooth return of Qin Da and Qin Er proves that Qin Zhi is still safe and sound.

He hasn't come back yet, maybe he's stuck with other things.

Reason told her that Qin Zhi was still safe, and she could go back to rest, take a comfortable hot bath, and wait for Qin Zhi to return.

Looking at the dark intersection, Malan couldn't take a step forward.

What if Qin Zhi comes back just after she leaves?

All my clothes are soaked, isn't it just a waste of time to go back now?

There was such a big fire at the foot of the mountain, and Qin Zhi was injured again. He must have wanted to see her immediately.

Thinking of this, Malan turned around and set his sights on the dark intersection again.

The rain gradually stopped, but the cold wind still made people shiver.

Malan was shivering from the cold, and his upper and lower jaws kept making noises.

The water drops on the umbrella fell on her forehead from above, making her tremble with the cold.

"You bastard, love will never come back."

Malan suddenly became angry, squeezed the umbrella in his hand and planned to go back.

It's colder in the mountains than at the bottom.

She's crazy. Leave the heater on and don't come here to get cold.

Just as he took a step forward, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Before she could react, someone squeezed in under the umbrella.

The familiar fragrance of agarwood, mixed with warmth, was like the wall that night, making people unable to help but get closer.

Malan raised his head and looked into a pair of dark eyes, holding Malan's oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Waiting for me?"

He is a natural killer, and his eyes always oppress others when he stares at them.

It rained all day and night, and many puddles formed on the mountain road.

Malan subconsciously stepped back and stepped into the soft soil, almost falling.

Before she could react, a hand wrapped around her waist and gently pulled her forward. Malan was forced to throw herself into Qin Zhihuan's arms.

He didn't fall down, and he was closer than before.

Malan clung to his chest, her heart beating thumpingly.

"Why did you come back so late..."

I couldn't tell what my emotions were, but I felt a little bit aggrieved when I spoke.

Before Ma Lan finished speaking, Qin Zhihuan hugged her tighter.

"Ms. sir..."

Malan looked up to see Qin Zhihuan.

Qin Zhi hugged her tighter, lowered his head and leaned down to kiss her.

The cold lips, still dripping with rain, fell on Malan's lips and forehead unscrupulously.

Malan couldn't avoid it and opened her mouth slightly.

The moment their lips and teeth met, Malan's brain exploded with a bang.

The long eyelashes swept across her cheeks, making them wet and itchy.

Malan closed her eyes and enjoyed the tenderness of this moment.

She was sure she was tempted...

She closed her eyes and enjoyed Qin Zhihuan, but suddenly stopped, holding her and breathing heavily.

Malan suddenly remembered that Qin Zhi had also been poisoned and needed to give up sex.

A face suddenly felt hot and gradually started to burn.

Qin Zhi also liked seeing her shy look the most, so he leaned down and kissed her hair on the temples.

He hit Malan with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, put his arm around her waist and walked back to the room in a familiar way.

Zi Yan, who came back first, had already prepared hot water, and the room was hot.

After being rained on for half the night, Malan couldn't wait to take a hot bath.

When she soaked in the hot water, she was still a little confused about how Qin Zhi knew she lived here.

After a night of rain and a cold wind, she shivered coldly and her steps became faster unconsciously.

Feeling dizzy, he was not sure if he had brought Qin Zhi back with him.

When she came out after changing her clothes, Qin Zhi had already taken off his wet clothes.

Wearing a thin coat, he sat next to the stove.

After seeing her come out, I picked up a brown paper bag from the table.

"See if you like it."

Malan was extremely familiar with the brown paper bag. Unsurprisingly, it was roasted chestnuts with sugar.

"Thank you sir."

Malan took the paper bag and found that there was no trace of rainwater on it, and the sugar-roasted chestnuts were also warm.

Malan suddenly wondered how he brought it here and how it could still be warm after such a long time.

Malan suddenly felt moved, as if honey had been born, and the sweetness entered her heart.

Qin Zhi also brought roasted chestnuts with sugar, which made her happy.

Seeing Malan take the bag, Qin Zhihuan also went to the clean room to wash up.

The stove kept burning, and the room wasn't cold at all.

When Qin Zhi came out, Malan was sitting at the table peeling chestnuts bit by bit.

Divide it into two piles like last time, one pile is intact and the other is broken.

Malan is wearing the undershirt that Qin Zhihuan sent him in the morning.

Peach blossoms were embroidered on it, and they bloomed brightly.

"Strip it for me?"

Malan only felt a shadow falling, and when she raised her head, Qin Zhi was already sitting opposite her.

"Um."

Malan nodded and pushed the intact pile over: "Are you hungry, sir?"

Malan's face was red and her voice was soft.

Qin Zhihuan couldn't help but look at Malan's slightly open skirt, and his mouth and tongue became hot.

He found someone to make this dress, and he knows the style best.

My eyes couldn't help but drop, and my heart suddenly ached.

Qin Zhihuan's eyebrows twitched, he cut off his distracting thoughts, reached out and picked up a peeled chestnut: "Eat."

Malan wasn't hungry at all. His stomach was bloated and he couldn't eat.

Seeing Qin Zhihuan's high-spirited nature, he couldn't bear to let him down, so he opened his mouth and took a bite.

Chestnuts as big as your thumb, bite off only the outer layer of skin.

Qin Zhi also saw that her face was blushing and her eyes were watery, and he offered her a cup of tea.
To be continued...