She whispered, "listen, ah Huai, you have a home now."
"- I'm here, it's your home."
The boy didn't blink, so he looked at dyed white, as if he could directly see the depths of people's heart.
Ranbai smiled softly. She felt that her practice was rather boring. She might not remember what she said to a really drunk person.
She helped the boy back to his bedroom.
The guard at the gate looked at the figure of young master Xueyi. He was used to this kind of thing. He turned to nature and opened the door to let dye Bai in.
Fengluo can't imagine how many times it has gone through before the bodyguard can get used to being so natural and plain.
When Chu Huai woke up the next day, he only felt a burst of headache and dizziness.
He hissed softly, and his white fingers pressed the center of his eyebrows.
"Wake up?" the door was pushed open, and a beautiful snow figure came in. The man seemed to come against the light. Qingjun's face was blurred by the halo, but it unexpectedly brought inexplicable surprise.
Chu Huai was slightly stunned.
When ranbai came in, she whispered, her cold voice wrapped with some warmth, "this is sobering soup. You can feel better after drinking it."
The slender boy blinked gently. He took the sobering soup in the hands of young master Xueyi and drank it in one breath. Looking back on what happened last night, I can only imagine a blank.
Chu Huai: "
no
He doesn't want to like a person for the first time in his life. A night party together is a blank ending.
It's not the ritual he wants.
Ranbai sat next to him, drooping her eyes and said helplessly, "last night, I asked you to drink less. You didn't listen. Now it's better. It's you who suffer."
"I didn't!" Chu Huai retorted expressionless, "I don't feel bad."
Ran Bai picked her eyebrows and looked at him.
In the eyes of young master Xueyi, Chu Huaijing waited for a few seconds and asked, "that... Yesterday, um... We, are not, how to say..."
Looking at the young man's tangled appearance, dyed white felt a little funny. She stretched out her hand and pinched the young man's soft white cheek, "I didn't do anything. Don't worry."
Chu Huai: "Oh."
Hearing the expected answer, Chu Huai couldn't tell whether it was loss or what.
"What is this?" looking at the information stuffed into his arms, Chu Huai twisted the delicate tip of his eyebrows and looked up at dye white.
"Birthday gift." ran Bai holds her face. "Don't you think I'm a gift? So this is my second gift to you."
The young emperor turned a few pages with his white fingers, and his fingertips stung slightly.
"I read all those memorials last time." ranbai said calmly, "you have evidence to prove that the prime minister is corrupt. I don't know why you haven't started, but now I tell you clearly that I don't plan anything except you."
"These more detailed criminal evidence about the prime minister. How about it, do you like it?"
"Who would give someone such a bloody thing as a gift?" Chu Huai's eyes were slightly sour. He muttered lazily, paused, and said proudly: "but... Of course I like it."
"Do you feel better about your headache? Drink less wine in the future." ran Bai's cold eyes bent gently, "wash quickly and have breakfast."
Chu Huai said.
In fact, ranbai felt that she should be warm at this time. For example, she said to Chu Huai affectionately with a bowl of steaming porridge. She simply didn't want to whisper the virtuous. What do you say? I cooked it myself. I hope you like it or something.