The moon and stars are scarce, and the night dew is silent.

Zhu Ping'an, who was sleeping at night, thought that he would have difficulty sleeping, but he didn't expect to fall asleep unconsciously after counting more than a hundred buns.

"Whew....... Lu...... Call...... Purple......"

The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing the cries of weaving outside the window, and a continuous nocturne was played.

The little girl with buns lying on the bed in the master bedroom had a mushy head, and her face was wrinkled more like a bun, tossing and turning, staring at the curtain in a daze, staring at the wall in a daze, and burying herself in the pillow in a daze......

The head is mushy and the heart is numb.

Tossing.

A pair of small hands hugged their shoulders, rolling to the east of the bed for a while, and rolling to the west of the bed for a while, but no matter how they rolled, the thin blanket on their bodies was wrapped well.

Because the thin blanket was covered by my uncle.

"I may not be able to sleep tonight to ......"

When the little girl stared at the curtain in a daze, she thought so in her heart.

Just when the little girl with the bun was thinking so, Zhu Ping'an's rhythmic snoring came over at night.

Call...... Lu...... Call...... Lu......

The little girl couldn't help but prick up her ears, and her cherry-like mouth opened slightly, it turned out that her uncle would also snore......

It's weird

Listening to my uncle's snoring, why do I feel so relieved?

I don't think about anything in my head, I don't think about anything in my heart, I don't think about anything in my head, I don't have any mess in my heart.

It was like a small boat crumbling in the stormy sea.

After my uncle's snoring sounded, the stormy sea seemed to calm down all of a sudden, and the small boat, which was originally crumbling, was now moving quietly in the vast sea, and the gentle moonlight shone on the boat and the sea, dyeing the clear glow of a boat and a sea.

I don't toss and turn anymore.

The wrinkled bun face also relaxed and stretched.

The little girl with the bun lay sideways in the direction of the night, like a baby, holding a thin blanket with her hands and feet, in the continuous snoring, she closed her eyes with peace of mind, her long eyelashes were quietly flattened, and she gradually fell asleep.

Soon fell asleep.

I don't know what I dreamed of in my dreams.

The face of a bun bloomed like a flower, revealing two lovely dimples, and the corners of the mouth rose in a beautiful arc, and even a green silk seemed to bloom on the pillow like a flower.

"Uncle taps ......"

In the quiet bedroom, a young girl muttered and slurred dream words, which were destined to be heard by no one.

The next morning, at four or five o'clock.

Zhu Ping'an's biological clock played a role, he opened his eyes on time from the familiar dream, the night outside the window gradually faded, only a faint sense of light penetrated in, blurred vision, the world seemed to be a pale black splash of ink, everything was just woken up, and the sound of the girls washing and sprinkling the court could be faintly heard outside.

After opening his eyes, Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hands, stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and slowly sat up.

After sitting up, Zhu Ping'an realized that he was not covered with a thin blanket, but a piece of clothing.

He is also shirtless, and there is only one pair of shorts on his lower body.

The clothes of the ancients are relatively wide, much more cloth than modern clothes, and it is hot at night in summer, Zhu Ping'an took off his pajamas in order to be cool, leaving only a pair of shorts, and in order to avoid catching a cold, he pulled a thin blanket to cover his stomach, so he didn't notice it at the time, and he found that he was covered with a piece of clothing last night after sitting up.

Pick up your clothes.

Zhu Ping'an took advantage of the faint light outside the window and saw that the clothes in his hand were pink clothes.

Cotton.

It looks like it's still a bedgown.

It is impossible for the clothes on night to be Li Shu's, and this dress is half-new, at first glance, it has been worn many times and washed many times, with Li Shu's habit of cleanliness, it is impossible to change and wash a piece of clothing so many times.

The clothes that are worth the night, you can narrow down the scope, it can only be Li Shu's personal girl, and the most night worth of the personal girl is the painting, and the qin is also worth a few times.

There is still a difference in height and weight between the two of them.

Zhu Ping'an unfolded his clothes and took a closer look.

We haven't waited yet.

A scent of fragrance reached the snort.

Well

The fragrance of the bath is mixed with the faint body fragrance of the girl.

The taste is somewhat familiar.

Soon Zhu Ping'an remembered that this smell was the smell that came from the little girl painting the bun when she pushed down the little girl with the bun and covered her with a thin blanket last night.

Then, the owner of the clothes is the painting.

Ahem

It's a little embarrassing, but it's just a cover of clothes, and it's nothing, it won't have any effect.

Besides, I don't say it, no one knows, it's like it didn't happen.

Just let it pass.

Zhu Ping'an coughed embarrassedly and was about to put the clothes in his hand aside, but just as Zhu Ping'an was about to put the clothes, he suddenly found that there was a wet piece on the clothes, a wet heart-shaped trace.

Belch?!

Zhu Ping'an felt his head dizzy, and a voice sounded in his heart.

It can't be a dream, right?!

Zhu Ping'an glanced down suddenly.

belch

Sure enough, the shorts were also wet with a heart.

Nima.

It's really embarrassing now.

My name.

Zhu Ping'an looked up at the window at forty-five degrees, his lips twitched slightly, and he let out a long breath.

Why don't you destroy the corpse?!

No way.

Zhu Ping'an shook his head and rejected this idea, if this is done, the little girl with the bun will definitely find out that her clothes are lost, and she will definitely look for it, won't it be a big problem.

Washed?!

I don't have time...... Besides, there is a special pulp washing room in this house, Li Shu and the girl are specialized in washing clothes, and yesterday I washed a piece of clothing by myself, and Qin'er still rushed to wash it.

If you go to wash your pajamas yourself, you will definitely be discovered, and then ......

So what to do?

When Zhu Ping'an was at a loss, his eyes inadvertently swept over the head of the bed, uh, there was a set of clean official robes neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and there were all kinds of clothes next to him, all neatly and orderly at the head of the bed.

Apparently someone came in and put in the clothes they were going to wear today.

Ahem

In other words, before I woke up this morning, someone had already come in.

Doesn't that mean?

The matter of sleeping in his own clothes, and even the fact that he left his dream, may have been discovered by the person who came in in the morning.

Not possible, but certainly.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at it again and found that among the clothes on the bedside, a pair of clean shorts was placed in the most conspicuous place.

If you don't find it, why bring a pair of shorts?

Deep thought is embarrassing.

Zhu Ping'an suddenly felt that his face was burning badly, hot, if there was a mirror, Zhu Ping'an would find that his face was red like Guan Gong at this time.

If he plays Guan Gong on stage, Zhu Ping'an doesn't need to wear makeup.

The embarrassment is calm.

The east window has already happened, and it is irreparable to do anything, Zhu Ping'an calmed down, exhaled, put Hua'er's bedclothes aside, picked up the clothes at the bedside to change, and got out of bed.

As if nothing happened, he went out of the room.