The bellyband is embroidered with lotus and willow trees, petals and leaves fluttering in the wind. The clothes are Yueyao's favorite white. The white satin is smoother than the skin. The outer layer of white silk gauze is made of white silver.
The hand-embroidered butterflies danced and came to life. Yueyao happily put on the clothes that had been placed on the couch and spun around excitedly.
"Does it look good?" came a calm voice from behind, mixed with amazing emotions.
Yueyao subconsciously replied: "Yeah. It looks good."
The person behind him gently took Yue Yao, who had her back to him, into his arms. "You know that sometimes you inadvertently show a childishness that is not what you should show at your age, but you also have a tenacity that you should not show at this age.
And courage, you know?”
Yue Yao lazily leaned against the person behind her. There was a sense of security in his arms. His hot breath came from the top of her head. She felt as if the whole world was in this arms.
"Are you hungry?" Yue Yao was suddenly afraid of this kind of stability. She quickly found a topic, broke away from his arms, turned around and looked up at Feng Muran, who had a little sadness on his brows.
"Girl, are you hungry? Let's have a meal." Feng Muran was really worried about whether Yueyao's belly was hungry.
"Pass the meal!!!" Feng Muran ordered hurriedly.
Within a quarter of an hour, the table in the tent was filled with four dishes and one soup, simple but nutritious and delicious meals.
This is simply a luxurious Manchu-Han banquet for Yueyao, who has been willing to eat steamed buns and steamed buns these days.
She no longer cared about her image as a lady, and ate up the food on the table with big mouthfuls. Feng Muran looked at Yue Yao's cute eating style with interest, and Yue Yao suddenly put a piece of radish between Feng Muran and Feng Muran.
In front of him, he said delicately: "What~~~Eat some radish!!!" Feng Muran suddenly had a bad feeling, but couldn't tell what was wrong, so he opened his mouth and ate what he hated most.
of radish.
"Of course, I'm full~" Yueyao patted her belly, "Uh~" and burped in an inconspicuous way.
"Then let's go for a walk?" Feng Muran asked Yueyao.
Oh yeah~~ This is exactly what Yueyao wanted. The villain in his heart cheered a little and said without changing his expression: "Yeah, okay."
"Girl, can you always call me 'Ran' from now on?" Feng Muran asked tentatively.
"Why?" Yue Yao asked unwillingly, wouldn't she have to feel sick again and again?
"Because of this, I feel that you completely belong to me." Feng Muran said domineeringly.
Yueyao's heart trembled, and some of the refrigerated feelings in her heart began to collapse.
Feng Muran took Yueyao out of the camp.
"Master, do you want someone to follow you?" asked the boy on the side.
"Forget it..." Yinfeng waved his hand and turned around and entered the tent.
Wen Chu felt pained and worried when he saw Yue Yao being taken away by Feng Muran. He also silently walked into the tent with Yin Feng. Only Di Xiutian looked at the pair of elongated figures and smiled ghostly.
It was already dusk in the desert. The sun hung brightly in the western sky. It was about to set from the horizon, but the moon had already risen from the eastern sky. The sun was shining quietly, shining slowly.
It fell slowly, just like what the poem said, the sun sets over the long river.