"Which one do the guards like in this sky? Which one do you remember? ”

Qinghu's tone was light.

Duanfeng heard that her words were sad, but he didn't know where this sadness came from.

He didn't care about any of the fireworks. He only cares if it's his little girl by his side when the fireworks are burning.

Is she within reach, right next to her, and is she looking forward to it in the bottom of her heart?

He could burn anything for her happy smile, as long as there was light in her eyes.

But her sadness at the moment was unpredictable, and he replied softly: "Which one does Madam like, and which one do you want me to remember?" ”

Qinghu's thin lips pursed slightly, and he was suddenly a little relieved.

It wasn't the answer she wanted, and perhaps she didn't know what she was hoping for.

"I don't like fireworks." Qinghu turned his face and smiled, "I don't like the guards either. ”

"The Guardian always comes and goes around me, and I don't like it."

"I don't like the fact that the Guardian always makes his own decisions and makes strong arguments."

"I don't like it when the guards suddenly lose control and hurt me."

"Lord Guard... It's a god, I don't... Like. ”

Every time Qinghu said a word, his voice was lowered by a minute, and his eyes were darkened.

The last sentence was already rolling out of his throat.

"I'm going to be my own master, Lord Guard." Qinghu raised her head again to face the wind, her smile was a little incongruous with the corners of her slightly twitching mouth, and her small hand was tightly gripping the corner of the brocade quilt.

Duanfeng reached out and put his hand over her lips.

"I'm very happy."

Duanfeng held the little girl's face, and a touch of the strongest and hottest sweetness rose from the bottom of her heart, her throat rolled, and her breathing became short.

He held the little girl's hand trembling slightly, leaned over, slowly approached, and gently imprinted this soft and hot sweetness on Qinghu's forehead.

"You have me in your heart."

He didn't let go, but took the little girl into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Don't dislike me, I am a god and your husband." I have been blessed. ”

Duanfeng caressed Qinghu's little face, and his deep eyes seemed to be about to swallow the little girl in one bite, not giving her another chance to refuse.

"We are destined to be happy." He solemnly swore an oath.

Duanfeng is indeed the only god who has been blessed, and has the right to pursue happiness that no god can match.

It's just that this happiness is conditional.

Qinghu's consciousness was still in the warmth of his forehead.

They are already close. Duanfeng kissed her for the first time, soft and trembling thin lips, soft touch, and slight tightness on his forehead. She subconsciously raised her hand and put the back of her hand to her lips.

It feels like that's different.

She unconsciously stared at Duanfeng's diamond-shaped lip flap, tilted her head suspiciously, and thought:

There, is there any mysterious power?

"You duplicitous bad girl" Duanfeng grabbed the tender hand on her lips, rubbed Qinghu's little head again, and sent warm words to Qinghu's ear:

"Madame, why does she look like she wants to eat as a husband?"

"Huh?" Qinghu's ears suddenly itched, and she pushed the wind away, sobering up from the kiss that made her lose her mind.

It's a big loss...

Obviously he wanted to drive him away and keep him away from him, why was he still trivial?!

She remembered that her small action just now was completely seen by the guard, and she was immediately ashamed, pulled the quilt and turned to lie down.

He said stiffly: "The Guardian should go back to the Fear Forest." ”

"Are you sure you won't secretly cry when I'm gone?" Duanfeng poked her in the back.

"Isn't the Lord of the Forest? Isn't there a heavy responsibility? ”

"My husband has done that heavy job." Keep poking.

"How so? What has been accomplished? ”

Finally waited for her to ask this, Duanfeng didn't poke her again, stroked the little girl's shoulder, put her face together, and said seriously:

"Wait until you come to me, madam."