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It was late at night, and Xia Wushuang had just taken her to the door, and Shangguan Qinglin woke up afterwards.

It's strange that in the first 24 years when she was kept in the boudoir, Shangguan Qinglin was also a very independent girl. When others were crying and making a fuss to squeeze between her parents, she had already adapted to the rhythm of climbing onto her own small bed at night. No one needed to tell stories. Her bedside only needed an orange light. Before she was eight years old, she might still fall asleep. After she was eight years old, she could always find interesting things to think about. She was not a free person, at least she couldn't stay idle in her mind. Grandma's little secret was deduced countless times in her little head, and she was happy to do so, and she would sleep by herself when she was sleepy.

In fact, she is a very independent person. At night like this, she will not wake up at will because of a cat or a dog.

When Xia Wushuang got out of bed, she discovered that, but she could only close her eyes and let him go out quietly. Because men always had to leave behind what women did, she had never experienced it, but in the book, men's iron horses and ice rivers, men's horses and corpses, all of which are things that only men can do.

When she woke up, she could no longer sleep. Shangguan Qinglin took out the small orange lamp from her long-clogged luggage and plugged it in. The long-lost orange light lit up by the bedside, slightly like when she was a child. She had been looking forward to hearing the sound of the door creaking and the sound of leather shoes carefully stepping on the living room. It was her father's return. Although she had never gone out to meet her, the joy in her heart was vividly displayed on the paper. No, it was the whole night.

She wore blue carved velvet pajamas. This material was later introduced to Jiangning Weaving Mansion in the Ming Dynasty. It was originally exclusive to the literati class or women from the royal family in ancient times. Now she wore Shangguan Qinglin, she had a unique temperament.

Her bare hands were placed outside the quilt, and her chest was covered in snow-white appearance. What she held in her hands was really an existence that ordinary people could not understand.

This temperament is not elegant and luxurious, but also has an unspeakable taste. She was originally a child of Jiangnan mist and rain, and happened to be born in a family of scholars. No wonder she grew up, and people around her always think she is arrogant. In fact, many people in this world are not worthy of her temperament. Xia Wushuang is not worthy of it, but because a man like him is elegant in the city, but tough in the humble world, he is a young talent educated by the country in his face, and a troublemaker who is poor and bad in the mountains and rivers.

The ladies in this world are destined to have less resistance to the unruly people, especially those who are bold and unruly people like Xia Wushuang.

Shangguan Qinglin just picked up the contents in it casually, but kept staring at two notes. One was written by Xia Wushuang in regular script, "The big man wants to save the world, so that my girl can sleep well." She looked at this picture first, smiled, and said, "Aren't you claiming to be the most talented literary youth in the world? You have no poetry at all for your sweetheart."

Next was another one, which was once thrown into the trash can by Xia Wushuang, but was picked up by Shangguan Qinglin. The dragon and phoenix dance were written on it, and it was an annoying saying: "Fuck it, fairness and justice."

Shangguan Qinglin looked at the words he wrote, and she looked slightly drunk for no reason. She was really devilish. In the story of the immortals, Tiantiao did not allow fairies to fall in love with mortals. It seemed that it was very reasonable at this time.

It was only four o'clock in the morning, and she held the book and refused to fall asleep.

There are two of his books in the book, just like his warm and crazy embrace.

Shangguan Qinglin suddenly felt that she was really a little woman. She gave her body to him and her heart was full of him.

I don’t know how many nights I will stay alone in the empty room in the future, but because it is him, so what if I wait.

She sent a message, with only a few simple words on it: "Meet me." The person was someone she had not contacted for several years, Jin Hao.

It was also four o'clock in the morning, and the other side immediately replied: "Okay, I'll pick you up?" Although Jin Hao's reply was just a few words, as long as the person who lived in the compound, he could imagine how storm had already caused in his heart.

Shangguan Qinglin replied with five words: "No, old place."

After returning, she put her phone in and could no longer spare her.
Chapter completed!