She understands this truth, so she doesn't reject it.
She had a similar feeling when she was around Xuanyuan Yao. Sometimes she was in a trance, as if she felt that she was still in a familiar environment.
It's just a change of scenery.
There was something about Xuanyuan Yao that made her feel safe and trustworthy. He was like a majestic mountain, blocking the wind and rain and trapping her in the middle.
The auspicious world only needs such a small piece of peaceful haven, so that she can fly freely, live the life she likes, and let go of all the God-given talents in her mind.[
Can she trust Xuanyuan Yao?
May I?
The door was gently pushed open, and the man she was wondering about had already come behind her, and the cool air he brought in was refreshing.
Looking at her little face that was pale from the cold, Xuanyuan Yao expressed disapproval, "If there is something that cannot be dealt with in Nuanyang Pavilion, why should I come here to suffer? What if I catch the cold?"
"It's quiet here." She pursed her lips and smiled. Not to mention that she hadn't noticed that her hands and feet were frozen.
"It's quiet in Nuanyang Pavilion. If you think the slaves are an eyesore, just kick them out. You are the master, there is no reason for you to hide from others." He asked someone to get a warmer fox fur and wrap it around Ji Xiang's petite body.
He hugged her unceremoniously and said, "This damn weather has made me feel cold to my bones. Let's go for a walk and go back and have a bowl of hot soup."
"Oh." Her eyebrows flickered, and her eyes finally fell on Xuanyuan Yao's untimely and intimate entanglement with her left arm. Should she shake him off rudely, then pick up the nearest teapot and throw it at his head?
However, the hug was so warm, the chest was so comfortable, and the face was gently pressed against it, and one could clearly hear Xuanyuan Yao's strong and powerful heartbeat reverberating.