Zhuang Xiaoyu lacked confidence, but still refused to admit defeat: "I don't want to see you..."

Qin Wuyan nodded, straightened up, raised his hand and opened the gauze curtain: "I took such a big risk and managed to avoid layers of guards to come to your side. Since you don't want to see me so much, then I'll go Yes."

After speaking, he raised his foot and made a gesture to leave.

Zhuang Xiaoyu panicked, quickly stretched out her hand to grab the hem of his clothes, and held it tightly in her palm.

Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes and looked at her little hand holding his clothes: "Miss Zhuang, what are you doing? Qin is hated by others, can't she avoid it?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu was a little annoyed: "You know..."

"What does Qin know?" Qin Wuyan insisted, "Qin knows nothing."

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't care less about being reserved, and even knelt down to take back what she said.

She covered her face with the quilt, and said in a low voice, "You know very well, what I said was ironic, why are you so fussy about me?"

"Is it ironic?"

"Um."

"So you want to see me?"

"..., um." Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury herself.

The muffled low laughter vibrated in his chest, Qin Wuyan couldn't help laughing, and the brows and eyebrows of that already handsome face stretched out, like a bright moon shining brightly.

Qin Wuyan tore off the quilt covering her head, dug the person out of the quilt, and approached her: "Xiao Yu."

Zhuang Xiaoyu covered her flushed face with her hands again, trying to turn over and lie on her stomach.

Qin Wuyan turned the person over, embraced him and faced him, he lay down beside her, looked at her shy and timid little face through the faint light of the luminous pearl hairpin, and caressed her face with his palm: "Our little Yu will be shy when he grows up."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Is this speaking human language?

Was she not ashamed before?

Zhuang Xiaoyu was a little angry: "What do you mean?"

Qin Wuyan's heart was rippling like autumn water: "Madam is acting like a baby even when she is angry, I like it so much."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's face became redder, and she gouged him out with her eyes: "You are becoming more and more sweet-talking."

"Yeah." Qin Wuyan admitted cheekily: "Seeing that your heart is as sweet as drinking honey, the words you say are naturally sweet words.

If you like to listen, I will tell you often in the future. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was sour: "If you said these things to me, will you also say these things to other people?"

"Who else could I say that to but you?"

"The girl from the Min family..."

"All the girls in the Min family combined are not as good as half a finger of yours. How can they compare with you?" Qin Wuyan's fingertips landed on the corner of her eyes: "Silly girl, what are you thinking about, you are my Qin!" Wordless wife, in my heart, who in this world can surpass your position in my heart?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu felt better, "Really?"

"It's more real than pearls." Qin Wuyan rested his hand on the back of her head, "I'll take people to exterminate the bandits tomorrow morning, and you should be careful when you go with them to the top of the snow-capped mountains, as the snow doesn't melt all the year round." , you are afraid of the cold, so bring more clothes in the carriage to avoid freezing."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's head stuck into his arms: "You too..."

The two hugged each other, as if they had a thousand words to say, but they could only be turned into two long sighs, and they were speechless.

After a long time, Zhuang Xiaoyu broke the silence: "Ayan, who set the fire in your yard?"

Qin Wuyan's dark eyes flashed a cold and murderous look, and in an instant, he touched the back of her head: "It has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it."