Chapter 908 There is a poor little 27 in my family
After the young master left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He knelt down, looked at the second young lady on the ground, sighed quietly, and took her collar back to the Buddhist hall resignedly.
When she was discovered by the second aunt's people, she was in a hurry again.
On the other side, after Yun Yiqing returned to Qingyuan, she went to Qingwu's room.
When he was about to approach the bed, he froze in place.
The person on the bed had woken up at some point, and was looking straight at the top of the bed with his eyes open, the candlelight in the room reflected in his pupils.
"...sister."
Hearing this soft shout, Qing Wu turned his head and smiled reluctantly at him, "Yiqing, are you here?"
"Well...sister, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way? Are you hungry? I'll cook you some porridge..."
"I'm not hungry. I just got up and drank some water." She looked at the distance between him and the bed strangely, "Why are you standing so far away? Come here."
As he spoke, he waved to him.
The young man standing there was silent for a long time, then slowly walked to the bed and lay down. Holding her hand, he lowered his head and rubbed it gently like a small animal.
After the feeling of confusion and joy gradually subsided, he raised his head, his beautiful dark eyes fell on her face, and asked in a low voice: "Sister is awake, why don't you call someone in?"
Qing Wu twitched the corner of his mouth, and then sighed: "Because... I want to be quiet."
In the original plot of this book plane, she would fall into an icy lake and die when she was twelve years old.
It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided. That day, she happened to be passing by the lake and unexpectedly ran into Yun Shixia. When the opponent rushed towards her, she had already avoided it very quickly, but the plot was trying to harm her!
When I sprained my foot and fell down, my arm accidentally hit a stone by the lake. When I was trying to get up, my ankle was tangled in water plants!
As expected of a cannon fodder supporting character.
So angry.
Black history, this is definitely black history!
Bodhi: Hmm, this part seems a bit familiar... Speaking of which, the master has lived for so many years and has countless dark history. The man beside the bed hummed in a low voice, with no expression on his face, but something seemed wrong with his mood.
Qing Wu stared at him for a while, then rolled into the bed and made room.
Lifting a corner of the quilt, she said, "Why are your hands so cold? It's cold, come here and warm them up."
It's not surprising that the two of them often lie on the same couch.
Yun Yiqing pursed her lips and moved her eyes slightly.
But after thinking about it, he refused, "My body is very cold..."
"It's okay, I don't mind it." Qingwu used some force to pull him into the bed. The next moment, the cold breath hit the bed, making her shiver.
As she covered him with a quilt, she murmured curiously: "What are you doing in the middle of the night? You're so cold...don't move."
Qing Wu held down the person who wanted to get up and glared at him.
The other party looked at her carefully and explained: "...I take off my shoes."
"Oh." She let him go.
Yun Yiqing got up and took off her shoes and socks, and took off her outer shirt before lying back on the bed. She actively put her arms around the girl's waist, rested her forehead on her shoulder, and buried her whole head in the bed.
Like a little animal that just wants comfort.
Qingwu patted his head and said, "What are you doing? You're so old and you're still acting like a baby."
"Sister, there will be no next time..." The little boy hugged her tightly with some fear, and said this softly, with a subtle whimper in his voice.
(End of chapter)