“…… Star? ”

Clarence was stunned and subconsciously called her softly.

But as if he realized something, he couldn't help frowning slightly worriedly, and exclaimed softly, "No, you need to rest urgently......

It's a pity that his words are too late to stop her.

……

When Xiang Xing regained consciousness and woke up, it was already dusk the next day.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window lattice, peacefully covering a bed of gold, and the noisy crow outside the window finally makes the little guy curled up in the nest unbearable, and can't help but open his soft eyes and sit up.

"Noisy ......"

She muttered angrily, and couldn't help but subconsciously glare resentfully at the source of the noisy call outside the window.

In the next second, the little one heard a terrible croaking sound coming from the window......

She was stunned for a moment, swallowed her throat, and slowly moved in the direction of the window, looking out.

- I saw the corpse of a roasted crow lying in the open space of the courtyard outside, whose hair had been burned bald......

Shocked, her soft eyes suddenly rounded: "...... I—I'm sharp-eyed?! ”

This, this......

Is this style of painting right?

“…… You're awake, star. ”

At that time, a steady footstep without hurry, accompanied by the familiar gentle chuckle, slowly approached from not far away.

Xiang Xing subconsciously wanted to look sideways, but he seemed to realize something, and he couldn't help but hurriedly raise his little hand to firmly cover his pair of dangerous eyes.

He shouted in a panic, "Clarence, you, don't come here yet......

Don't be careless and unprepared by her, and become a big grilled chop or something!

Looking at her panicked look, Clarelens paused, but couldn't help but cover her mouth lightly and chuckled.

"My silly girl,"

He smiled helplessly and did not stop.

Pian Ran walked to Xiang Xing's bed, and after sitting down, he raised his slender hand without mind, and gently uncovered her little hand that was desperately covering her eyes.

"If these eyes of yours can hurt me, then am I not worthy of the name of the Duke of York?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Xing's eyes were covered with light again.

But she was still a little worried, and only hung her little head hesitantly, her eyes still tightly closed.

Until the man smiled, his two palms stretched out together, and gently held the delicate soft dough face.

"Star, it's okay, huh?"

He coaxed softly as much as he could.

Listening to the intoxicating voice, coupled with the aroma of his vetiver mixed with rust, unconsciously, the little guy only felt the panic in his heart, and finally gradually became calm and stable.

She pursed her pink lips, and finally made up her mind, and carefully opened her eyes.

The slender and thick eyelashes slowly fanned a few points, and after making sure that there was nothing difficult around her because of her gaze, she dared to raise her golden-red eyes and stare at the man in front of her.

I saw him tilt his head slightly, hook his lips, and smile like a spring breeze.

The affection at the bottom of the eyes has not been reduced by half, but has a little more happiness.

Touching her gaze, Clarence smiled even more, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Look, isn't this nothing?" ”