Concubine Yan, count yourself as cruel

The rooms in Wuyou Valley are limited. Mo Wenxian lives in one room, Xiao Yixuan, Shuangshuang and his wife, and Linglong each have a room. Now only Mo Wenxian’s pharmacy and kitchen are left. Linglong has a headache.

We can only arrange for Leng Ruoyan's three subordinates to go to the pharmacy. Fortunately, the place is big enough and there are enough quilts. Otherwise, these people would have to spend the night outside blowing the cold wind. As for Leng Ruoyan, there is no room for sleeping in the pharmacy, and neither is the kitchen. Think about it.

Again and again, in the end, she could only bring Leng Ruoyan to her room and give him a quilt to sleep on the floor.

The temperature in Wuyou Valley is extremely low at night. Leng Ruoyan only has one quilt and lets him sleep on the ground. Linglong is still worried.

After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, Linglong finally sat up and called out softly: "Leng Ruoyan?"

"Huh?" Obviously, Leng Ruoyan hasn't slept yet. Linglong allows him to come into the house. This makes him excited all night. How can he sleep?

Hearing Linglong calling him, Leng Ruoyan turned over and sat up. There was no candlelight in the room, so he couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. He asked softly: "What's the matter?"

She originally wanted to ask him if he was cold, but when she heard his voice, Linglong couldn't ask again. Moreover, she felt that she was so worthless. This man had hurt her so cruelly, but in the end, she couldn't help but care.

he.

"Linglong? Are you feeling unwell?" Leng Ruoyan knew Linglong's physical condition very well, especially since she had not taken good care of herself after losing the child, so her body had always been weak.

Linglong grabbed the quilt and didn't answer. Hesitantly asked, "Are you...are you cold?"

"...?" Leng Ruoyan's normally flexible mind froze for a moment, and Linglong regretted asking the question and said to herself, "Forget it's not cold, I'm just asking casually."

Leng Ruoyan finally reacted and understood in a very short time that she was caring about him. The joy in his heart suddenly felt like a volcano erupting, but he still tried his best to stay calm and replied: "It's okay, you don't have to worry."

In fact, he was still really cold. He slept on the ground and had only one quilt, so he couldn't resist the cold air at night. But he didn't mind this. As long as he could be in the same room with Linglong, he would be very satisfied.

His voice was as magnetic and sweet as ever, especially after being tinged with joy, it had an even more charming flavor in the dark night. Linglong's face was a little hot, and he said naa, "It's okay, forget it, so you don't have to squeeze in with me..."

Leng Ruoyan's ear was very good. He could hear Linglong's words "squeeze with me" clearly. He reacted quickly. With a roll of his eyes, he changed his words: "Actually, it's still a bit cold. This quilt is too thin.

, the ground is too hard..."

Linglong has a very soft heart, and he knows this better than anyone else.

His attitude changed in a short period of time. Linglong knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, but what he said was also the truth, so she moved her body further in and said to him unnaturally: "Then come here, take your

The quilt is enough for one night..." Linglong's voice was in the back of his throat, almost like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Leng Ruoyan could be said to be ecstatic at this moment. He immediately jumped up from the ground holding the quilt, and walked to the bamboo couch in a few steps. His hands were shaking with excitement. Linglong made a place for him, and Leng Ruoyan lightly

He climbed onto the bed lightly and lay down next to Linglong.

"Thank you, Linglong." Leng Ruoyan turned to Linglong's back and said softly.

"I'm just afraid that you'll freeze to death. The people of Leng Yue don't have an emperor. Don't think too much." Linglong's low voice sounded a bit angry.

Leng Ruoyan wanted to laugh, but also thought that Linglong might be angry because of her thin skin, so he calmly agreed with her: "I know."

Linglong snorted, buried her face in the quilt, closed her eyes, maybe because of the long-lost sense of security with him by her side, Linglong soon fell asleep. After her breath became even, Leng Ruoyan

He carefully touched her sleeping point, then turned her around and held her in his arms.

There had been countless nights when she slept in his arms like this. Leng Ruoyan tightened his arms around her slim waist and kissed her good night on her smooth forehead.

"Linglong, I love you."

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The moonlight illuminates the palace. In the silent Valley of Worry-free, everything is still sleeping.

There were no candles lit in the house, but the bright moon shone through the thin window paper, bringing clarity to the room.

On the bed, Shuangshuang, who had been in a coma for many days, suddenly opened her eyes. Her bloody eyes were ghostly and charming under the moonlight, like a cold and bloodthirsty Shura coming to the world.

Everything she saw before her eyes was bloody red, and Shuangshuang's mind went blank. She raised her head and saw the man sleeping peacefully, Toshiyan. He was so familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was.

Shuangshuang shook her head irritably. This movement woke up Xiao Yixuan, who was sleeping soundly, "...Shuang'er?"

She had heard the gentle and watery voice thousands of times. When Shuangshuang opened her eyes again, her pupils had returned to their previous glazed color, clear and bright, "Yixuan?"

After sleeping for too many days, her throat was dry and her voice was a little hoarse. However, Xiao Yixuan was grateful to hear her call his name again.

"Shuang'er, you're finally awake, you're finally awake." Xiao Yixuan hugged her tightly, his eyes were a little sour and filled with moisture.

All the memories came back to her mind, and Shuangshuang's eyes instantly became moist, "Yixuan, Yixuan..." She kept calling his name, as if she wanted to make up for all the debt she owed these days.

Shuangshuang wanted to reach out and hug him back, but because she hadn't moved for too many days, she couldn't exert any strength at this time and could only lean on Xiao Yixuan's arms, tears pouring down her eyes.

The pain of separation and separation, even if I think about it now, is heartbreaking. They will never forget it in this life. Therefore, they will cherish each other and their hard-won love even more.

"Shuang'er, it's great that you are still by my side." Xiao Yixuan held her little face and couldn't help but kiss her red lips. The tears of joy blended together, just like their two hearts that were no longer separated.

"Well, Yixuan, I'm by your side." Shuangshuang said to him with a smile, and her tears had already wet Xiao Yixuan's clothes.

Xiao Yixuan wiped her tears, but Shuangshuang frowned at this moment. As a killer, he is the most sensitive to the smell of blood. Shuangshuang saw the white gauze exposed on Xiao Yixuan's shoulders and looked at him in surprise: "You are injured.

?How did you get hurt?"

Now that she had discovered it, Xiao Yixuan had no intention of hiding it, and smiled casually: "It's not a problem, it's just a minor injury. You just woke up. You should have a good rest and don't worry about me."

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I found that if you write a little more cruelly, people will get excited, right?