Qinghe seemed to be possessed, and slowly walked towards him step by step...

Qinghe stood in front of him, only reaching his chin. A faint scent of herbs filled her nose. Qinghe couldn't help but take a sniff. This familiar smell made her heart beat faster.

She raised her head, and her bright eyes shimmered gently, falling gently on his bright pupils exposed from under the white mask.

He also lowered his head slightly, and his red lips curled up slightly. When those eyes fell on her face, Qinghe clenched his fists.

These eyes were very familiar and so beautiful that it felt like an honor to be stared at by him.

But these eyes were equally unfamiliar, because there was a thin and frivolous look in those eyes, and they looked deep, but found nothing.

Qinghe lightly picked at his fingertips, biting his lips, a slight blush of embarrassment appeared on his face, but there was some grievance hidden deep in his eyes.

She took a breath and suddenly stretched out her hand towards the mask on his face.

His fingertips pinched the cold edge of the mask, and when he was about to fall off her hand, he suddenly reached out and held her hand.

Qinghe's hand trembled slightly, for no other reason than that his hand was so cold, a bone-chilling coldness.

After swallowing her throat, Qing He breathed slightly, but there was persistence in her eyes, as if telling him that she had to take off his mask today.

He also looked at her, with a stunning smile on his lips. Although his face could not be seen, she really felt that his smile was so stunning.

Then, she heard him say, "Have you thought about it before you take it off?" He said, leaning down slightly, bringing his beautiful red lips close to her, and breathed slowly, "Because if you take off my mask, you will be facing me.

I'm responsible!"

His sudden approach made Qinghe open his eyes in shock, but he did not push away.

Because she likes the faint herbal scent on him.

And his clear and ethereal voice made her back stiffen.

His eye circles suddenly turned red. Qinghe bit his lips and brushed his hand away arrogantly. There was a trace of anger in his voice, "What a big joke. Is your face made of gold and silver?"

?So precious? You have to take responsibility after just one look? I still have to look at it today!"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoes to grab his mask again.

But the outstretched hand was easily held by him again, and with a gentle pull, her whole body was easily pulled into his arms.

In front of a large crowd, he held her waist with one hand, lowered his head and laughed softly in her ear. The laughter was clear and joyful, "Little girl is so domineering and tough, be careful of no one."

want!"

Qinghe was held in his arms like this, and his breath floated into his nose more clearly, so familiar.

His hand, held on her waist, was surprisingly not that cold anymore. Instead, the temperature suddenly rose and became extremely hot.

His face turned red and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

But his phrase "Be careful, no one wants to take care of you" is really irritating.

Qinghe bit her lip and pushed him hard, but he suddenly hugged her tightly, as if on purpose, as if he was trying to tighten her into his body.

Such a fierce hug made Qinghe's heart skip two beats.

The originally struggling movement actually stopped under his sudden embrace. She placed her hands on his chest and looked stupidly at the mask on his side face.

There is a sense of familiarity that instantly spreads from the nasal cavity to every part of the body.

"You and we know each other, right?" Qinghe somehow managed to ask.

The expectations in her heart filled her throat at this moment, so that when she asked in a low voice, there was a trembling mute in her voice.

It seems that all he needs to do is nod his head or reply, and we know each other.

She will burst into tears!

But no.

He let go of her, and his eyes were full of indifference, so beautiful that the world was eclipsed.

Qinghe's heart suddenly dropped to the ice valley.

Her bright eyes were now filled with circles of red. She pursed her lips slightly, and the tip of her nose and lips were all red.

She looked at him unwillingly, like a sad and helpless little girl standing in front of him. She sniffed and pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty, "Do we know each other?"

He looked at her fair forehead, wrinkled bit by bit, the sadness and disappointment on her face, and the tears hanging in her eyes, but he was indifferent.

He stared at her indifferently for a while, then slowly shook his head.

Tears fell down and Qinghe quickly turned his head.

After a while, she opened her lips and took a few breaths, smiled bitterly, stretched out her hand to wipe her face, then turned to look at him, stared into his eyes and said, "I think so, we...

..”

At this point, she stopped talking.

Since they are strangers, there is nothing to say, right?

Qinghe stretched and contracted his palm several times, and without looking at him, turned around and walked towards Qingsheng and Nancheng.

"Sister Huang, do you know that person?" Qing Sheng looked at her red eyes and asked.

Qinghe shook his head, took Qingsheng and Nancheng with both hands and walked out.

When passing by Li Xingye, she paused slightly and said, "The rest is up to Commander Li."

She was talking about the man in white who was captured and the damage to Juexian Tower.

Li Xingye nodded.

Nancheng stared at Li Xingye, biting his mouth tightly with a confused expression.

Li Xingye just glanced at her briefly before going to deal with the mess between the two of them.

Nancheng looked at his back and muttered, "It's obvious..."

Qinghe pulled Qingsheng and Nancheng and walked on the street to Hexu Hall, looking a little dazed, with his head lowered, his expression serious, and his air pressure frighteningly low.

Qingsheng and Nancheng thought she was in a bad mood because they didn't find the man in white clothes, so they didn't dare to make trouble with her, so they followed her obediently and said nothing.

After returning to Hexu Hall and having lunch, Qinghe sent people to send Qingsheng and Nancheng back to the palace and Yushi Mansion respectively.

He dove into her room in the backyard of Hexu Hall and took a nap.

But she didn't sleep well that night, and she had constant dreams. Someone called her "little kitten" over and over again in her dream, which made her so sad that she started crying in her dream.

When I woke up, I found that my face was full of tears.

Holding the quilt tightly, Qinghe buried his head in the quilt.

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After an afternoon of free medical treatment, Qinghe was so tired that he couldn't straighten up, so he had someone prepare a hot water bath.

After coming out of the shower, he saw the food on the table. Qinghe's appetite was greatly increased. He casually took off a thin cloak from the hanger and put it on his pajamas, then sat down at the table.

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat when a white shadow suddenly opened the door, came over and threw himself directly into Qinghe's arms.

Being bumped by Leng Buding, Qing He's cloak and chopsticks fell to the ground.

When she came back to her senses and looked down, she saw a certain one holding up two paws, bulging and rolling in her arms, with a pair of long and narrow eyes flashing with a cunning light.

Qinghe twitched the corners of his mouth, combed his breath, and scratched his ears in punishment, "You little bastard, I asked you to scare me!"

Xiaobai squeaked, turned over in her arms again, and looked towards the door with intelligent eyes.

Qing He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "So it's you who brought this naughty boy out!"

Zhang Quling held a white cage in his hand, closed the cage door, and walked in. When a pair of black eyes fell on her, a bright light flashed slightly.

The thick green silk hair was casually pulled into a bun from the back, and a few strands were messy and wet on her thin white neck.

Xu had just finished taking a bath, her cheeks were red and her clear eyes seemed to be filled with hot water, making them misty.

In the weather of August|September, her pajamas were made of soft silk, white, soft and clinging to her delicate body.

There were two buttons left unbuttoned on the front of her chest, exposing her moon-like bright and graceful collarbones, and the soft and beautiful beauty under her collarbones was faintly visible.

A ray of dark light flashed slightly in his pupils.

Zhang Quling moved his eyes to her face with difficulty, curled his lips and said, "If I didn't tell you to bring it to see you, it wouldn't want to come out with me."

His voice was somewhat unnaturally hoarse.

Qinghe heard this and thought he was uncomfortable, so he quickly put Xiaobai on the table, stood up and walked towards him, held his hand with his soft little hand, and put his fingertips lightly on his iron wrist.

The pulse beats a little fast.

Qing He frowned and looked at him with concern, "Qu Ling, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

As soon as she walked in, the fresh fragrance after bathing came with the breeze, and Zhang Quling's eyes darkened even more.

He approached her quietly, put one hand gently around her waist, lowered his head, and stared at her tightly with his black eyes, "Yes, I feel very uncomfortable now!"

"What's wrong with you?" Qinghe nervously rubbed his forehead, which was really hot.

His little face wrinkled up, "The weather during this period is very bad, and you are most susceptible to wind and cold. Look at how old you are, how come you don't know how to take care of yourself."

Out of a doctor's instinct, she walked out and said, "I'm going to get you some medicine to dispel wind and cold, otherwise you will feel even worse tomorrow."
To be continued...