Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1172 Delicate (16)

She said: "What is my identity, you should ask your brother Yu Sun yourself."

"As for why I was wearing Yu Falcon's clothes...and why I walked out of his room..."

The delicate and charming woman leaned against the door, smiling.

"Because my skirt... was torn..."

She moved slightly closer to Liu Xueying's ear, her voice was neither loud nor soft, and it was meaningful.

Just right, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the man who appeared behind Liu Xueying could hear it.

Liu Xueying's face changed slightly.

Anyone who listens to this ambiguous words will think wrongly.

She turned around, and before she could see the man's face clearly, she saw him walking past her like a stranger.

He was carrying a large pannier, and was holding things wrapped in oiled paper.

Walking up to Yun Si, he looked at her calmly.

She obviously hadn't said anything yet, but for no reason, Liu Xueying suddenly panicked.

An extremely strong premonition emerged in my heart, as if I sensed that something was out of control.

Deviating from the original track, everything is deviating from her expectations.

She raised her hand in a panic and grabbed the basket.

"Brother Yu Sun..."

She wants to say something.

But she didn't want to, the man with his back to her hugged the person by the door with one arm.

Supporting her legs, the standard posture of holding a child.

She blinked and wrapped her arms around his neck deftly.

It's so intimate, it's just a gesture between couples.

Liu Xueying's face was pale.

After hugging the barefoot girl with one hand, when the door was about to close, the man who had been silent all this time glanced at the people outside.

His eyes fell on the basket at her feet, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Don't worry, I don't need it."

"..." Liu Xueying didn't speak, her body was shaking.

Yu Sun didn't seem to have any intention of talking to her, and after finishing speaking, the heavy wooden door closed.

There was a snap at the back of the door, and the latch was closed, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Liu Xueying slumped on the ground, sitting there, motionless.

His eyes fell on the closed door, and his eyes slowly turned red.

It seemed that the next second, tears were about to burst out of my eyes.

She sat there, pinching herself tightly with both hands, as if trying to endure.

After sitting for a while, she suddenly stood up and approached the crack of the door.

Through the crack of the door, she watched closely, with an unshakable determination not to see Huang He.

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In the yard, Yu Xuan didn't say anything, but hugged the fluffy person with one arm, carried her to the house, and let her sit on a small bench.

The man in his clothes looked up at him, with red lips raised and eyes bright.

She watched him put down the pan, and handed her the thing wrapped in oil paper.

She blinked and asked, "What is this?"

He said calmly, "Early."

"..."

Oh.

She just bowed her head and opened it.

He brought the basin, then grabbed her feet and washed the dust off her feet.

After a night's rest, her feet were completely healed, with no trace left.

It's white and tender, like a piece of watery tofu just out of the oven.

He knelt down, washed her feet and wiped them clean.

In her clear eyes, she took out a pair of beautiful and delicate embroidered shoes from the side basket and put them on for her.

Not too big not too small, just right.

She ate the shortbread and paused.

Looking at him quietly, she tilted her head slightly.

It seems that some want to laugh.

(End of this chapter)