"Who is this?" Yan Ziqing took off his shoes and went up the wooden steps, walked to the eaves of the corridor, and said with a smile, "Isn't this my eldest brother's sweetheart? How did it come about? Did it fall from the sky?"
Xia Yucheng's bright eyes flashed, she pursed her lips and smiled. Feng Hao was in a good mood, so naturally he didn't have the same experience as him.
Seeing that they didn't speak, Yan Ziqing gave Feng Hao a meaningful look, and then said: "Please, Sister Cheng, you should have come a few days earlier! This way, the elder brother will not come all the way to summon me, and he will be lonely.
Just use me to vent your anger and relieve your boredom."
After saying that, he deliberately put on a wry smile.
"Yan San, are you telling the truth? Is Master Feng such a naive child?" Xia Yucheng asked.
"Absolutely..." Yan Ziqing changed her tone, "No..."
Even though the savior was here, he still stopped joking, fearing that the fool would be unhappy and he would be in trouble if he was allowed to fly back and forth a few more times.
"Yan San, do it yourself!" Feng Hao said in a deep voice, patted his shoulder, took Xia Yucheng's hand and turned to leave.
"Brother, Sister Cheng... I just came back. Come chat with me for a while... Brother, Sister Cheng is here. When will you let me go?" Yan Ziqing shouted at their backs, but the two were caught in a sweet mood.
How can people have time to spend with him?
There is no humanity in people of the opposite sex!
He shook his head with a smile, looked at the empty corridor, sat down on the floor, looked at the dark sky, thought of Annuo and his son, and felt like returning home.
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Returning to the inner courtyard, Xia Yucheng did not enter the house, but leaned against the pillars of the corridor and looked at the sky above her head.
There are no stars tonight, and the night is like a black cloth hanging on the sky.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Hao hugged her waist from behind and asked in a low voice.
"Are those stars still there?"
"Of course, it's just that the clouds are thick and blocking it."
"Are they the ones we saw in City A?" The night was deep, and Xia Yucheng's heart became hesitant.
Feng Hao bit her earlobe and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why do you feel homesick just now when you come here?"
"Do you also think that City A is my home?" She was indeed homesick, especially on this quiet night. "You know, this place is still unfamiliar to me. Without you, I would..."
"Don't pick on my language, you know what I'm talking about." The man's chiseled handsome face was hidden in the dim night, which actually made him, who usually looked sharp and indifferent, feel more sentimental and tender.
Xia Yucheng raised a smile and asked him gently: "Hao, how long do you want me to stay here?"
Everything here is so strange. Some of the servants in Fengzhai cannot speak Chinese. Does she still need to learn Japanese in the future?
Xia Yucheng thought that if she walked out of this gate, she might become mute.
Feng Hao smiled in a low voice: "You can stay as long as I want."
She wanted to say something else, but he bent his head and kissed her gently.
Kiss her smooth forehead, kiss her slightly curled eyelashes, kiss her narrow and beautiful eyes, kiss the tip of her cute nose, kiss her sweet lips...
Feng Hao carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the tatami.
"What's wrong with you?" She blushed and felt a little embarrassed. Was he too ungrateful in this matter?
Feng Hao didn't speak, he just looked at her deeply, straight into her pure black eyes, then lowered his head again and kissed her lips.