After thinking about it, Xia Ziluo came up with an excuse: "I am afraid of the cold and must be closer to the brazier. So, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on this one." She pointed to the golden lacquered beast brazier that was closer.
of softness.
After saying that, she didn't wait for the second son of the Song Dynasty to react. She held up the hem of her skirt and walked towards Ruantao with small steps.
Sleeping hard? Her body hasn't recovered yet, is she still going to catch a cold?
When Murong Xitian was worried, he forgot to think about Xia Ziluo's deeper intention of doing this. When his mind became hot, he rushed out and stopped her with his hand.
Xia Ziluo raised his head in confusion and saw that the man did not speak, but pointed to the canopy bed opposite.
"You mean to let me sleep on the bed, and you want to sleep on this one?" Xia Ziluo felt a little moved in his heart. It seems that his kindness is rewarded, "I said that I am afraid of the cold, so I want..."
This time, Murong Xitian didn't wait for Xia Ziluo to finish speaking, and he arrogantly picked up the brazier and moved it to the bed. And he came back and lay down on the soft bed.
This... Xia Ziluo was helpless.
They have already made their position clear, and if she objects again, it will be a waste of money.
"Okay, anyway, I just need to be close to the brazier." Xia Ziluo had to find a step for himself, then turned around and walked to the bed.
Lying down, she had no intention of sleeping.
At this time, the sparks in the brazier crackled several times, and the charcoal fire burned brighter.
Xia Ziluo followed the sound and looked over. First he saw the red charcoal fire, and then he saw the man lying on his knees. Looking from this angle, although he still couldn't see the outline of his face clearly, he could clearly see his face.
Even the darkness cannot hide its bright black eyes.
It’s so, so similar! Xia Ziluo almost sat up in shock.
But then, she shook her head slightly as if denying something.
She had already said that this man couldn't be Murong Xitian. But she didn't expect that not only did the Second Young Master of the Song Dynasty look similar, he even had similar eyes.
Especially the light in his eyes, which seems to never go out, is almost the same.
"Your eyes are very similar to the same person, really..." Because they were so similar, Xia Ziluo's thoughts suddenly overflowed, and she couldn't help but look at the man again and again.
Is this a conversation with him, not to oneself?
Murong Xitian also looked across the brazier from a distance, and immediately found that although she was staring at him, her expression was blurred, as if she was looking at another person through him.
Does she really miss him?
Murong Xitian was not sure, but he was inclined to this answer in his heart. His reason was slowly being eaten away by emotions that could no longer be suppressed.
Xia Ziluo didn't hear his response and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.
He was probably scared to death of her, worried that she would regret it and pounce on her, so why could he chat with her normally?
The two of them stopped talking, and the room fell into silence like night again.
After a while, Xia Ziluo wrapped herself in a quilt on the bed into a rice dumpling. As soon as the feeling of longing began to appear in her mind, she felt as if she had been poisoned and could never return to normal.
Maybe it was because the night was too dark, which made people feel lonely, or maybe it was because she had been playing the role of a real princess for a long time and hadn't returned to herself for so long that she suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to.
Xia Ziluo then focused his attention on the so-called Second Young Master of Song Dynasty. After thinking about it, Xia Ziluo came up with an excuse: "I am afraid of the cold and must be closer to the brazier. So, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on this one."
." She pointed at the soft spot which was closer to the golden lacquered auspicious beast brazier.
After saying that, she didn't wait for the second son of the Song Dynasty to react. She held up the hem of her skirt and walked towards Ruantao with small steps.
Sleeping hard? Her body hasn't recovered yet, is she still going to catch a cold?
When Murong Xitian was worried, he forgot to think about Xia Ziluo's deeper intention of doing this. When his mind became hot, he rushed out and stopped her with his hand.
Xia Ziluo raised his head in confusion and saw that the man did not speak, but pointed to the canopy bed opposite.
"You mean to let me sleep on the bed, and you want to sleep on this one?" Xia Ziluo felt a little moved in his heart. It seems that his kindness is rewarded, "I said that I am afraid of the cold, so I want..."
This time, Murong Xitian didn't wait for Xia Ziluo to finish speaking, and he arrogantly picked up the brazier and moved it to the bed. And he came back and lay down on the soft bed.
This... Xia Ziluo was helpless.
They have already made their position clear, and if she objects again, it will be a waste of money.
"Okay, anyway, I just need to be close to the brazier." Xia Ziluo had to find a step for himself, then turned around and walked to the bed.
Lying down, she had no intention of sleeping.
At this time, the sparks in the brazier crackled several times, and the charcoal fire burned brighter.
Xia Ziluo followed the sound and looked over. First he saw the red charcoal fire, and then he saw the man lying on his knees. Looking from this angle, although he still couldn't see the outline of his face clearly, he could clearly see his face.
Even the darkness cannot hide its bright black eyes.
It’s so, so similar! Xia Ziluo almost sat up in shock.
But then, she shook her head slightly as if denying something.
She had already said that this man couldn't be Murong Xitian. But she didn't expect that not only did the Second Young Master of the Song Dynasty look similar, he even had similar eyes.
Especially the light in his eyes, which seems to never go out, is almost the same.
"Your eyes are very similar to the same person, really..." Because they were so similar, Xia Ziluo's thoughts suddenly overflowed, and she couldn't help but look at the man again and again.
Is this a conversation with him, not to oneself?
Murong Xitian also looked across the brazier from a distance, and immediately found that although she was staring at him, her expression was blurred, as if she was looking at another person through him.
Does she really miss him?
Murong Xitian was not sure, but he was inclined to this answer in his heart. His reason was slowly being eaten away by emotions that could no longer be suppressed.
Xia Ziluo didn't hear his response and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.
He was probably scared to death of her, worried that she would regret it and pounce on her, so why could he chat with her normally?
The two of them stopped talking, and the room fell into silence like night again.
After a while, Xia Ziluo wrapped herself in a quilt on the bed into a rice dumpling. As soon as the feeling of longing began to appear in her mind, she felt as if she had been poisoned and could never return to normal.
Maybe it was because the night was too dark, which made people feel lonely, or maybe it was because she had been playing the role of a real princess for a long time and hadn't returned to herself for so long that she suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to.
Xia Ziluo then focused his attention on the so-called Second Young Master of Song Dynasty.
