In fact, just now, just as she was about to wake up, she had already noticed that she was leaning in his arms.

His hands were tightly wrapped around her body, as if affectionate and hot. She closed her eyes and leaned against her thick chest, not daring to move. She smelled the man's breath in her breath, and could even hear his violent heartbeat.

She vaguely felt that she was not unfamiliar with this kind of aura.

But where did she smell it before? For a moment, she couldn't say it.

She was very confused, wondering what kind of situation he was about to him? What was he for putting himself in his shoes, caring attentively and caring attentively? Is it because he liked it? But how could a person like him lack a beauty like a flower?

And what about herself? Mingxin asked herself that deep down she didn't hate such a person's kindness to her. But the more she did, the more she felt a little sad. Because she had been able to kneel down there, looking up at everything about him, begging for his pity, and hoped that he would give alms and his warmth and love.

Yes, this is my expectation, but isn’t it a torture for me?

I thought about it dizzyly for a long time, but later I didn't want to think about it anymore. Shaking my head, Roujia rolled up the brocade quilt on her body and fell asleep on the couch.

When the maid came in with sobering soup, Roujia was awakened. When she looked up, she saw that it was pitch black outside the window. She stretched out her hand to rub her eyes. She couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Where is the young master Xiling?"

After putting on a thin brocade cloak, the maid carried a glass palace-like gauze lamp in front of her. Roujia followed her all the way out, walked out of the yard, and then went to the lakeside through the side door.

Xiling's figure stood alone under a tall and straight cedar plant, and the other end of the lake were fireworks that were burning in succession.

Roujia looked up and saw stars and fireworks intertwined on the starry sky, projecting faintly on the ice surface of the lake. The fireworks were supposed to be prepared a long time ago. When the time came, the fireworks scattered everywhere began to set off together, and colorful fireworks flew up brilliantly, and the entire night sky was almost illuminated as bright as daytime.

When Xiling turned around when he heard the scream, Roujia and the maid leading the way were pointing at the brightest fireworks in the sky and shouting loudly. Roujia saw him, smiled and waved his hand, and finally walked over quickly.

The sound of fireworks around her was a little noisy, and she had to raise her voice and approach him and said, "Young Master, I want to set fireworks too."

Xiling looked at her in surprise, then smiled and said, "Yes, but..."

He waved and asked someone to come over with a pile of fireworks and put them on the ground one by one. Roujia watched him ignite the leads on the first bamboo tube with the fire slit, and couldn't help but open his eyes wide. "Come on, come on this." He handed the fire slit to her and bent down to teach her.

In fact, she had played with this fireworks before, but after many years, it seemed that the brilliance at that time was frozen in memory. There was a faint fragrance of Hengwu on his body, which plunged into her nose in the wind. Somehow, there was a little fluctuation in her hands, and she finally trembled and lit the lead. Unexpectedly, it was soon blown out by the autumn wind.

"It's okay, you're too nervous, don't be afraid. Come on, click again."
Chapter completed!