Chapter 162:

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There was silence.
The sound of water dripped, and hourglasses dripped out of time in the silent night.
Ning Yi "looked" at Feng Zhiwei's direction, and his gray and blurred vision could not see anything, but he could imagine her present appearance-the blush was gone, the eyebrows were black, and the eyebrows were firmly condensed, just like last winter and autumn At the first sight of Fu Binghu, she stepped on the soles of her feet with a calm look.
Calm, outrageous, with a little hidden rogue.
Some things, in fact, know that they can’t be forced and can’t be forced, but they still try to do it, and even he himself doesn’t understand why these actions are happening, as if starting from meeting her and gradually understanding her, some things are in a mess. Some thoughts are out of control.
The ancient temple listened to Ye Yu, she was gentle and gentle in his arms. At that moment, the closest distance was to forget, but she could change back to the obedient and obedient but distant gesture, making him suddenly want to do something. , Trying to keep her in her arms at that moment.
Not necessarily expecting possession at this moment, but wanting to make her understand her true self, and want her to wear a mask, and therefore often do not understand the reality and illusion, face her own heart once.
Ning Yi slowly raised her hands to caress her face-Sure enough, she was still the abominable and ruthless her, but he seemed a little bit not him.
The sword edge was lying sideways, like the water in the bucket, cold.
Suddenly she heard a little sneeze, but gently said: "Your Highness, watch out for the cold, shall I help you out?"
Ning Yi lowered her eyes and recovered Shen Ning's sharp expression in an instant. She pushed her away and stepped out of the water with a clatter. He vaguely heard her puffing out of gas and jumped out of the bucket in a panic.
There was a wind on top of her head, and her soft nightgown was under her hood. Her voice calmed down and said, "I will wait for you to dress."
"No need." Ning Yi pushed her away, stepped on her clothes under her feet, and didn't go back to the bed without turning her head. Her fingers had dropped the curtain.
"You successfully threatened me." He was faintly behind the curtain, his tone paler and cooler.
"It's just that I care about you."
After the curtain, Ning Yi was silent again. Feng Zhiwei stood in the water for a long time, and gently moved the bath tub out.
She hadn't recovered from the internal injury and moved a little harder, but as soon as she opened the door, she reached over with both hands and took it.
Depressing the complex mood, she smiled and said, "Thank you."
Master Gu lay on the steps outside the house and threw the bucket of water away. The bucket fell silently, and he had no sound.
Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised to find that he wasn't eating walnuts, and that he rarely slept in bed or high places, but slept at the door of Ning Yi he hated.
Feng Zhiwei looked back, his face reddened—he was there just now? All... did you hear?
After thinking about it, it was really difficult to ask, and suddenly heard Gu Nanyi said: "I'm sorry."
Feng Zhi was stunned for a while, and it only took a while to respond. The words came out of Gu Shaoyu's mouth.
Does he have the emotion of "apology"? She thought he didn't know how to use the word at all.
After stunned, she laughed and suddenly felt better. She pulled Gu Nanyi and said: "Don't sleep at the door of others, go back to the room, and don't apologize to me. This is not your fault."
Gu Nanyi let her pull away from Ning Yi's door, but she stubbornly said: "I'm sorry."
"Sorry, I'm sorry." Feng Zhiwei knew this guy, and if he didn't accept his words, maybe he would say that he would go tomorrow morning, but Gu Nanyi suddenly pointed to her and pointed to the bath tub, saying: "Don't give it to people wash."
Feng Zhi was dumbfounded, his face flushed.
Gu Nanyi didn't stop, she took her to the door of Helianzheng and said, "He is too."
Feng Zhiwei couldn't laugh or cry, fearing that he wouldn't walk like this in every room. She would not see anyone in her life. She had to drag him to a small garden outside the courtyard, saying: "No washing, no washing, let's relax ."
The autumn night was full of air, the night worms were low, and there was a touch of osmanthus in the wind. Feng Zhiwei found a piece of clean grass, sat down, and looked up at Gu Nanyi with a smile and patted the ground.
She looked at him a little narrowly, thinking that Master Gu was so refusal to sit for so long.
Who knows that Gu Nanyi looked down and even sat down. Although it was still a distance away, Ling Fengzhi was stunned.
Tonight, Master Gu, something abnormal...
She pleased, pulled a sweet grass root, wiped it clean, and passed it. Master Gu took it and chewed slowly.
The moonlight was beautiful and the stars were flowing, the wind blew the veil of the man beside him, and the snowy lower jaw and the moist red lips flashed faintly.
A piece of green grass was held between the fingers, so the fingers appeared more white.
He slightly tilted his head to concentrate on eating sweet grass roots, with the innocent and pure charm of this filthy and dusty world, making people walking in red dust feel like they are all dusty.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that he was such a dark and dark-hearted person sitting on the side of Gu Shao who was intent on eating grass roots. He blasphemed him a little, so he consciously moved to the side.
Master Gu immediately moved with him.
Feng Zhiwei's laughs are all fixed. Master Gu tonight is very cute. Let's talk about it.
Having been around for so long, knowing his quirks, knowing that he couldn't ask anything, she didn't try to test anything—the only time to test, it was also shocked by his powerful "I am yours".
Tonight, the moonlight is very good, the floral fragrance is very good, the grass is very sweet, the young master is very good, should there be no thunder?
"Why do you get lost?" asked from simple questions.
The simple question asked Master Gu. He stopped the devastation of the grass roots, raised his head to think carefully, and said for a long time: "I can't remember."
Can't remember? How do you remember the martial arts?
"The roads are the same." Master Gu said slowly. "The roads are chaotic, the face is broken, the cloth is thick, and the voice is noisy."
Feng Zhi looked at him stunnedly-was he talking about his feelings?
Is this the first time he has expressed his feelings to others? All roads are the same chaos, no difference can be found; all faces are the same fragmented and need to be pieced together slowly to make a complete; the clothes worn on the body, even the delicate fabrics will feel rough and unbearable The voice of people around me is always in the ear of the tumultuous noise.