Yan Xiaoyu's eyes were red, and Xiao Ninglan pulled her away. He turned her shoulders, looked at her walnut-like eyes, and frowned, "Have you caused some trouble again?"
Yan Xiaoyu buried her face in the palm of her hand, curled up, and said in a muffled voice like a shrimp, "I didn't make trouble."
Xiao Ninglan pulled her hand away again, "Why are you crying if you didn't cause trouble?"
Yan Xiaoyu was annoyed, and shook Xiao Ninglan away, and sat up angrily, "I cry, what does it have to do with you? When did the cold palace set the rules? Even people are not allowed to cry?"
Xiao Ninglan looked at her wet eyelashes and stood there. After a while, she said softly, "Do you miss home?"
Yan Xiaoyu didn't say a word, pulled the quilt back and buried herself in the quilt. Xiao Ninglan gently pulled the quilt, "Come out quickly, you will be bored by yourself like this..."
"Whether I am bored or not, what does it have to do with you?" Yan Xiaoyu hid in the quilt and started crying completely.
Xiao Ninglan sighed, "Don't cry, at worst, I'll go and tell my father, let you go back to Dongchu, okay?"
Yan Xiaoyu lifted the quilt and sat up. Her red eyes stared at Xiao Ninglan indignantly, "No! Don't try to use me as an excuse. You want your Hu Rumei to be your concubine, don't beat her to pay attention.
On my head!”
Xiao Ninglan's phoenix eyes were cold, and the cold light came out of his eyes. He stood up and sneered, "Dog bites Lu Dongbin, it doesn't know the good people's hearts!"
Looking at his back as he left angrily, Yan Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, "You are the dog!"
Aya stood beside her, seeing everything as nothing, Yan Xiaoyu sniffed and waved to Aya. Aya walked to her obediently. She leaned on Aya, and said with a strong nasal voice, "Aya,
Are you missing home too?”
Aya couldn't speak, so she just rolled her eyes to Yan Xiaoyu. Yan Xiaoyu fell asleep in Aya's arms.
When she woke up, she was in a cave, shaking and jumping flames and crackling firewood. She opened her eyes and an enlarged handsome face appeared in front of her, which made her frightened.
Yun Ziyou smiled evilly, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed out a frivolous curve, "Little heart, are you awake?"
Yan Xiaoyu was so scared that she patted her chest and sat up from his swaying hammock, "Yun Ziyou, I'm scared to death, you can't be fine!"