When I looked up, I saw Rong Yi lying flat on her bed, covered with a thin quilt, her hands crossed flat on her abdomen, and her steady breathing was accompanied by the regular ups and downs of her chest, obviously falling asleep.

Didn't she just say let him go back to his room and sleep? Why did you sleep so soundly at her?

Ming Yulong frowned, walked over, picked up the book and was about to pat it on Rong Yi's arm, his eyes fell on his slightly pale face, and his hand stopped an inch away from him.

Since the injury, his face has not been very good, and his skin has always been transparent and pale.

I didn't eat at noon today, and I taught her another afternoon, and now I'm probably really tired.

She slowly withdrew her hand, put the book on the small table next to the bed, and rummaged through the cabinet, there was only a thin quilt, she took it out and put it on the bed, climbed up and spread out the quilt, while comforting herself,

"Although men and women don't kiss, they have slept in the same bed before, and if there is a first time, there will be a second time, and I am not afraid of the third time now."

In fact, the situation here is better than the last time in Yunlan Pavilion, but she doesn't want to call Feng'er to bring the quilt in, and now at this hour, Feng'er should also be ready to sleep.

That's it for tonight, tomorrow she wakes up early, drives Rong Yi back to the side room, and doesn't let people find out.

glanced sideways at Rong Yi, who was also in such a noble posture in his sleep, this person didn't know when he could not be so elegant as a fairy.

Well

Ming Yulong bit her lip, her cheeks were hot, in fact, when Rong Yi first came out of the bath before, she was not immortal.

At that time, he was more like a goblin.

Ming Yulong smiled silently, and looked at the man's jade-like transparent face in the daytime with wide eyes, which looked exceptionally pure and peaceful in the light.

This is like an eighteen-year-old boy, who is so old and deep on weekdays, it really makes people involuntarily forget his age, like an uncle.

Ming Yulong reached out and poked lightly on his cheek, wrinkling his nose and humming,

"I really owe you, this girl's first bed was occupied by you, just teach you the tuition of Yuyi."

She stretched out her hand to extinguish the light, lay on the bed, and looked at the sky through the window, the night sky in early autumn was extremely bright and clean, and the stars were sparsely dotted on it, blinking mischievously.

I don't know if there is anyone in another world of Lu Dao who is looking at the starry sky and thinking about her?

Ming Yulong hooked her lips, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

When the breathing sound of the people around her gradually stabilized, Rong Yi slowly opened her eyes, looked sideways at the little person wrapped in another quilt, her slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly, reached out and pulled away the thin quilt she was covering, threw it at the foot of the bed, and then remained quiet.

The night was dark and the moonlight was thin.

The night in early autumn was already cool, Ming Yulong felt a little cold in his sleep, touched it left and right, did not pull the quilt, and hooked it with his feet, hooked the quilt and rolled into it, and his little hands did not forget to tuck the corners a little tighter.

In the dim light, Rong Yi's skin seemed to be flowing with light, her eyes stared at her slightly furrowed brows after feeling cold, reached out and pinched her slightly bulging cheeks, and smiled:

"You rolled into my bed yourself."

Ruyu's fingers lusted for the smooth touch of her skin, sliding down her cheeks