Thinking of this, Shangguan Che's mood instantly became very bad.

The cup slammed down on the table and got up to leave.

His steps were very heavy and full of rage.

The servant didn't dare to approach at all, so he could only send someone to report the situation to Bai Jian.

Shangguan Toru's dedicated dividing line***********************************

Bedchamber.

There were no lights on, and it was dark everywhere.

Shangguan Che stood on the terrace, looking in the direction of the mountain behind.

The dark eyes were dark, deeper than the deep night.

In his hand, he flashed and extinguished, burning with red sparks.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock on the door.

"Young Master." Bai Jian walked in and turned on the light.

Instantly brightened.

In his hands, he was holding a thick quilt and blanket, as well as a few pieces of clothing.

Shangguan Che's long eyes tightened, and he swept over sharply.

"Young master, the temperature has dropped again at night, and my subordinates are worried that Miss Feng will not be able to hold on, so I have prepared items to protect against the cold......" Bai Jian said cautiously, originally wanted to say that he would send it to Shangguan Zhixing, but when he saw Shangguan Che's face becoming ugly, he immediately changed his words, "But it still depends on what the young master means." If the young master disagrees, his subordinates will immediately put the things back. Young master, do you want to ......?"

Shangguan Che's eyes were calm and he did not speak.

Bai Jian waited for a while, but didn't wait for an answer, thinking that Shangguan Che disagreed, so he had to silently hug the quilt and prepare to leave.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Shangguan Che's suppressed voice, "Don't waste it." ”

"Yes......" Bai Jian hugged the quilt and retreated.

Along the way, I was thinking, what did Shangguan Che's sentence "don't waste" mean?

Do you send the quilt to Shangguan Zhixing, or put the quilt away?

Judging from the young master's gloomy face and unhappy expression, he should have asked him to put away the quilt.

Bai Jian thought and thought again, and put the thing back in its place.

Actually, Shangguan Che meant that since the quilt was taken out, don't waste it, and send it to Shangguan Zhixing.

It's a pity that when he said this, his face was too ugly.

That's why Bai Jian misunderstood what he meant.

Meanwhile.

Abandoned house in the back mountain.

The wind kept pouring in from the door, and Shangguan Zhixing was so cold that he kept shivering.

The whole person was curled up in the quilt, and there was no way to stop the cold.

I can't get up and walk around to warm myself up.

Shangguan Zhixing got up, took off ~ the thin coat on his body, and blocked the hole in the door.

The wind didn't continue to pour in, and it was finally not so cold.

Shangguan Zhixing let out a long breath and retracted into the quilt.

It's still cold, but it's so much better than just now that it's no longer completely unacceptable.

Shangguan Zhixing could finally lie down and have a good rest.

Tired.

Almost as soon as Shangguan Zhixing lay down, he was attacked by tiredness and fell asleep in a daze......

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I don't know if it's an illusion, or if the temperature has risen.

Shangguan Zhixing suddenly felt that he was not cold, and a warm feeling enveloped her, surrounding her, and her hands and feet slowly warmed up.

I couldn't help it, and leaned towards the heat source.

Smell a familiar smell......

Shangguan Zhixing frowned slightly, and subconsciously sniffed.

Sure enough, it's familiar.

A hint of musk, mixed with a purely masculine masculine taste.