This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 118 Passionate but always seems ruthless

The crashing sound rang clearly in his ears, piercing and unpleasant.

Changsheng raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky in the dark, and said to the child who was looking around for the medicine, "If she finds the medicine and is going to leave here, are you still willing to give it to her?"

Yao'er, who was busy on tiptoe, widened his eyes instantly when he heard the words, trotted to Changsheng's side, and tugged at the hem of his clothes helplessly.

"Why do you want to leave? Immortals are clearly having fun here."

Changsheng chuckled, his lips trembling slightly.

"She stays here just for that medicine. She will leave at any time and leave us behind. Do you still want to find that medicine for her?"

Yao'er's eyes immediately turned red when she heard this, and a layer of water mist appeared in her moist eyes, and crystal tears fell like pearls drop by drop, sobbing and wiping her tears with her hands, "I don't want , I don’t want the immortal to go.”

The child's cry became a little sharp in his ears, Changsheng clenched his fingers tightly, and his jaw line was tense.

A greedy look appeared on his always gentle and refined face.

"Then let's hide that medicine so that she can never find it."

In this way, maybe she won't leave, maybe she can be trapped here.

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Shen Yue feels that Yao'er has become a lot more depressed recently, obviously she was still lively and playful before, she especially liked to act like a baby in front of her, and would give her weird things every day.

But now Yao'er has become a little silent, if Shen Yue can see, then she must be able to see that the child's eyes are swollen for several days.

Too bad she couldn't see it.

Shen Yue was lying under a tree basking in the sun, the faint golden light scattered all over her body, creating a sacred and ethereal atmosphere, and the snow-white flesh was almost transparent under the light.

She hasn't covered her eyes with a white cloth for the past few days, her slender and thick butterfly-like eyelashes are quietly closed, her breathing is steady as if she is asleep.

Yao'er has been sitting by the side watching, grabbing the grass on the ground with his chubby little hands, and the grass around him has been ravaged by him, and more than half of it has been bald by him.

But Yao'er didn't feel it, she looked pitifully at the white figure under the tree with red and swollen eyes.

As long as he thought that the immortal might leave, he would feel very uncomfortable.

Yao'er has been staying in this Fengyan Valley since he was born, and has never gone out. The only living person he knows is Changsheng. After spending such a long time with Shen Yue, he has already unconsciously produced Strong dependence.

It's like a child who grew up in a dark room suddenly met a talking but very delicate flower. He guarded it carefully, kept it from the wind and rain, and watered it carefully every day. I just hope this flower can last a little longer.

But this delicate flower is still withering day by day.

He quietly walked to Shen Yue's side, and lay down beside Shen Yue's hand.

Playing with Shen Yue's hair with her little hands, it was very soft and easy to touch.

Unexpectedly, his eyes were silently red again, and immediately burst into tears again.

He didn't understand why, since he was so kind to the fairy, picking beautiful flowers for her every day, why did she still have to leave?
Yao'er was both wronged and sad, a small ball huddled by her hand, her small body trembling slightly, but she was unwilling to let go of the fingers holding onto Shen Yue's hair.

Yao'er has been crying for several nights, and now the tip of his nose is the faint fragrance of the person beside him, which is sweet and fragrant, and he can't help but slightly relax his tense body.

Twitching and falling asleep in a daze, her little hands still grabbed Shen Yue's hair tightly, as if she was afraid that she would disappear while he fell asleep.

After Yao'er's breathing stabilized, Shen Yue opened her eyes. She also heard the child's aggrieved cry just now.

It's just that she doesn't know why the child is crying, and crying so sadly.

Do you even worry about children now?

A trace of doubt flashed in the empty eyes.

The wind under the tree was still strong, the child shrank back as if he was a little cold, and subconsciously leaned towards Shen Yue's side.

But the temperature on Shen Yue's body was even lower, as warm and cool as a piece of white jade.

She was afraid that she would be cold, so she moved a little further away, but it seemed that even the sleeping child was still very vigilant, and felt the familiar smell go away, and immediately came up again whimpering, The little mouth was still pursed, and she grabbed the corner of her clothes with great attachment, not afraid of being frozen.

In desperation, Shen Yue was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so she gently picked him up and walked into the house.

She held the child in one hand, and tentatively touched the objects in front of her with the other to guess where she was. She walked slowly, planning the route in her mind, and stumbled back to the room.

Gently put the child on the bed, groped to cover him with the quilt, Shen Yue was also a little thirsty, and just wanted to pour a cup of tea, but just after taking a step, she felt a tug at the corner of her clothes.

Groping and reaching over, I met the child's soft fingers, and tightly grabbed the corner of her clothes, revealing an inexplicable persistence.

Shen Yue didn't want to make too much noise, for fear of waking up the child, so she sat quietly by the bed, pulling some distance away.

After all, the temperature on her body is too low, and she is afraid that the child will catch the cold.

When the afterglow of the setting sun poured down, Shen Yue heard the sound of soft but steady footsteps.

The wooden door was pushed open, Shen Yue knew who was back, she tilted her head, pressed her index finger against her lips, pressed the flesh of her lips slightly, and made a shh gesture.

Chang Sheng's footsteps were light, he walked to Shen Yue's side, his dry and warm big hands pinched her wrist, and attracted her to touch something.

Rough, like the shape of a jar.

Seeing that Shen Yue was still in a daze, Chang Sheng moved closer to her ear, spraying warm breath, dyeing the tip of the jade-colored ear red.

"I have wine here."

The low and hoarse voice was inexplicably tingly and sexy.

The inexplicable itchiness made her shrug her shoulders. Against the background of the black hair, the tip of the snow-like ear seemed to have been coated with a layer of smoke grease, and she shyly replied.

Changsheng couldn't help getting closer, his Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his soft thin lips brushed against the red ear tips, like a feather drifting away, leaving only a slight itchiness .

Shen Yue didn't notice anything, she tugged at Chang Sheng's breasted clothes, and motioned him to look at the corner of her clothes that was being held by the child.

But obviously, Chang Sheng's attention didn't focus there, but stayed on the fingers holding the clothes on his chest.

The roots are like onion jade, slender and slender, the fingertips are pink like peach blossom petals, and under the thin flesh are fragile blue blood vessels.

(End of this chapter)