Yun Chen couldn't help but laugh, and stretched out his hand to pull down the quilt covering her face, and met her hazy eyes that were dancing with water and half-stained with sleep.
The red candle swayed and fell on her fragrant little face, making her look like a cold plum standing in the wind, as proud as snow.
"Huang'er." Yun Chen was in a trance and stretched out a hand to caress her forehead, "I will decree tomorrow that Jinghe Palace will be given to you as a pharmacy."
The little guy grabbed the quilt with his two fists and pulled the whole quilt up to his neck, revealing his weird little head. He blinked and looked at him, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
"It's nothing." He said calmly, "Go to bed early."
Xuanhuang was so smart, and after a moment's thought, he understood that he must have caught wind of the situation and knew that He Lianyu came to her house to make a fuss and ridicule the shabby life she lived in, and he didn't want her to be wronged again.
But how did Helianyu know that she only used Lanyuan as a pharmacy and didn't stay overnight at all. In fact, there was no need to expend that effort to change the place. It was just a place where she made medicine and boiled medicine during the day. There was no need to change to such a luxurious place.
Xuanhuang didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but be moved by his carefulness and gentleness.
He is not the kind of man who talks about everything, but he will do his best for you with practical actions. He is often used to speaking in a casual tone, but in fact, he has already made millions of plans and made thousands of decisions in his heart.
Think everything carefully for you.
His distress does not need to be expressed in words, but everything can be understood from the light look in his eyes.
She stretched out a small fist from the quilt and suddenly hooked her little hand towards him, "Yun Chen, come here, come here."
"Is there anything else?" He leaned over, and a long black hair fell on her face, arousing a sense of itch.
Xuanhuang suddenly pushed away the quilt and stretched out a pair of small paws, hugged his neck hard, and while he was stunned, he heavily left a saliva mark on his face.
Turning around, he hurriedly covered his head with the quilt, and a muffled voice came out from the mattress, "Sleep!"
Yun Chen couldn't help but laugh loudly, turned around and swept down the two gold gauze curtains hanging to the ground, walked to the bookcase on the left side of the hall and sat down in front of it.
Listening to the sound of his footsteps getting further away, the little Xuanhuang guy breathed a sigh of relief, poked his pink face out of the quilt, covered his face with a pair of irritating little paws, and muttered in a low voice,
"I didn't expect that this is called girlish feelings are always poetry."