As she watched the young man's figure disappear behind Merlin, Weiyang's tears slowly flowed out.
Yan Gui's footsteps sounded outside the pavilion. She hurriedly wiped away her tears and calmed down. She turned around and smiled lightly: "Uncle, can we go back? I want to drink Zhang Ji's beef soup."
The girl in front of him was obviously crying, but she forced a smile to him. Yan Gui glanced at the girl's face calmly, clenched his hands and then loosened them, holding her hand: "Okay, can you finish one bowl?"
Of course not. Zhang's mutton soup was a big bowl full, and even if Wei Yang tried her best, she could only eat half a bowl. In the end, it was Yan Gui who brought it over and helped her finish it.
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At night, Konggu used a hot water bottle to warm Weiyang's quilt.
Wei Yang turned over several times in succession. The snow outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, making it look pale. The white snow and the cool moon were particularly eye-catching, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.
The uncle went out after sending her back, and did not come back to have dinner with her in the evening.
Is he angry
Xu'er must have said he was old, and he got angry. Even though he was standing outside the pavilion, he must have heard everything they said clearly. The book says that those who learn martial arts have the ability to see and hear from afar.
I turned over again and seemed to hear footsteps on the snow in the yard. Who could come so late at night? I lifted the corner of the quilt and got up quietly. There was no light, so I couldn't see where my shoes were, so I could only trot out barefoot.
The room was covered with colorful carpets and was not cold at all. Wei Yang knelt on the armchair in the outer room and looked out the window. The window paper was too thick, and the scenery outside was not clear, just a hazy white.
Wei Yang imitated what was said in the book and licked the window paper with her tongue, trying to lick a hole in it.
Just as she was licking vigorously, the door was silently pushed open, and the snow and moonlight outside the house all rushed in. Her tongue was still licking the window paper, and she looked in the direction of the sound. Yan Gui stood there in astonishment, staring at her fixedly.
Yeah, I got caught.
Wei Yang jumped off the armchair in a hurry and ran to the bed with her bare feet. Her figure was graceful and her skirt fluttered.
The light in the inner room was always darker than that in the outer room. Wei Yang had just run halfway when Yan Gui grabbed her from behind. He let her kick, lifted her up from under her armpits, and put her on the bed. As soon as he let go, Wei Yang's legs suddenly softened and she fell onto the quilt. She looked up at Yan Gui and pouted, as if complaining silently.
Yan Gui squatted down, crossed his legs on the carpet, and reached out to hold her feet: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Yan Gui's hands were warm and strong, holding her cold little feet, making her feel reluctant to leave this warm place.
If it was daytime or under the light, Wei Yang might be able to see that Yan Gui's ears were stained with a suspicious red color. He thought about doing this for a long time.
The little feet were not even as big as his palm, and they felt as smooth as pearls in his hand. Every slight movement of hers was like tickling his heart.
It was itchy, so itchy that he couldn't help but want to kiss her little toes one by one.
He half stood up and pulled the quilt over her, leaving only her pale face exposed. The quilt and her black hair made her skin look as white as snow and her red lips look charming.
He caressed her with his index finger and placed it lightly on her tender and tempting red lips, stopping her from speaking.
"Be good and go to sleep."
Wei Yang closed her eyes obediently, completely forgetting that this hand had just touched her feet.
As the night deepened, Wei Yang soon fell into a deep sleep. Yan Gui sat beside the bed for a long time before getting up and leaving.