Ming Lanruo narrowed her beautiful eyes and sighed: "I don't know what's wrong with you. You keep hugging me and calling me mother. It's very difficult for me at this age..."
They are brothers who understand that seniority is messed up.
Cang Qiao: "......"
The air fell into an eerie silence.
He suddenly tightened the hand holding her, lowered his head and smiled gritted teeth in her ear: "Ah, you'd better forget about this, otherwise..."
Ming Lanruo snorted coldly while twisting and struggling: "What else?"
This man is so ungrateful that she saved him!
"Otherwise..." Cang Qiao slowly pulled back his hanging black hair with a strange charm.
Ming Lanruo instantly understood what he meant, her beautiful cheeks instantly turned red, and she suddenly struggled away: "Get out!"
She regretted every time she underestimated his shamelessness.
Cang Qiao chuckled needlessly, released the arm that restrained her, and leaned lazily on a pile of soft old cushions that Ming Lanruo had found. She didn't look as elegant as before.
Ming Lanruo finally managed to escape and immediately sat down on the edge.
"Be good, bring us some food." Cang Qiao leaned on the dusty cushions, but seemed to be sitting in the room full of soft and beautiful red flowers, and raised his fingers towards her.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and saw that besides being too pale, he had regained some of his energy and looked like an old man waiting for her to serve him.
Ming Lanruo opened the food box with a cold face, handed him a snack and food, and said sarcastically: "Why, you nine thousand-year-old person who is very particular every day, don't you think this place is dirty?"
Fortunately, Cang Qiao dragged her here this time for a spring outing to enjoy the flowers and prepared snacks, otherwise they would all be hungry.
Cang Qiao took the food box, slowly pinched a pothos golden cake and ate it: "It's dirty, but if you've even drank human blood and used it as food, at this level, it's nothing."
Ming Lanruo couldn't help but look at him: "Have you...did you drink human blood?"
Cang Qiao's slender phoenix eyes squinted at her with a charming and cold smile: "What do you think?"
Ming Lanruo looked at his thin lips that were getting scarleter due to illness, couldn't help but shuddered, and drank water and had snacks by herself.
If Cang Qiao can say it casually, there is a high probability that he has actually done such a thing.
Forget it, she wouldn't discuss this kind of issue in the wilderness with people like Hell Shura.
"Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, our family will not drink your blood. You are our only relative and only god-niece." He suddenly chuckled and reached out to touch it frivolously like an elder.
Touch her head.
He has many sons, but the girl is the only one like her.
Ming Lanruo: "..."
She hates the word "fuck niece".
"Come into our arms. It's cold at night, so be careful not to catch a cold." Cang Qiao nodded in a leisurely and joking manner, tapping the spot next to her.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the jumping flames without moving.
Ming Lanruo calmly threw a stool leg into the fire as firewood: "Why did you bring me to this wintersweet forest?"
Why did he bring her to the place where his secrets and past were hidden?
In his previous life, he had never brought her to a place like this.
"It is said that Concubine Mei likes these winter plums very much. I know you also like winter plums, so I brought you here for a walk." Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes and said casually.
Ming Lanruo's hand paused, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting a dark shadow on her face, hiding her complicated mood.
No, he didn't bring her to see the winter plum trees, he brought her to show his mother. The last burial place of Concubine Mei was probably in this plum forest.
Why bring her to show his mother?
She felt a deep fear in her heart. She was a little flustered for some reason and did not dare to look at his face.
She shouldn't, she shouldn't let him sway her mind at will. She had made up her mind when she was in the prison.
Cang Qiao looked at her with dark eyes.
There was silence between the two of them.
After an unknown amount of time, he looked at her and said softly: "It's getting dark. Take a rest here for the night and come to our house."
This time, Ming Lanruo, for some unknown reason, suddenly didn't want to reject him. She silently walked to him and sat down, turned over and turned her back to him: "Go to sleep."
Cang Qiao looked at her slender back, squeaked softly, and lay down. Regardless of her stiff posture, he forcefully pulled her into his arms.
"Well, go to sleep." He buried his face in the soft crook of her neck and found a comfortable position.
How could Ming Lanruo push him away?
She looked out the broken window, and the cold rain fell. The dark fragrance of wintersweet and the fragrance of smoke on the person behind her intertwined and soaked every inch of her breath.
She sighed softly, forget it, let's leave it at that, temporarily put aside those mundane things, old loves and new grudges.
It's just her and him here, just think of it as an old spring dream.
She originally thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she listened to the man's cold and steady breathing behind her, and slowly and deeply fell asleep.
The jumping bonfire reflected a pair of figures clinging to each other on the dilapidated wall, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks.
