Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

"..." Pei Tingwen lifted his eyes, and his attitude slowed down, "I see, sister don't want to be scolded, tell Lin'er to eat more, he must not be full."

Hearing this, Qi Lin quickly cooperated, "Yeah, I'm not full, I'll take a few more bites."

After that, he sat back at the table.

With such cooperation, there is no chance for Pei Guanlan to continue to attack.

She choked and remained silent.

After a while, she changed the subject.

"By the way, the third prince visited Yun's family recently and brought a lot of things with him."

Pei Tingwen, who was originally indifferent, suddenly stopped chopsticks in mid-air.

Eyelids drooping, eyes half covered.

The chopsticks that paused quickly returned to normal.

"Is he going to see Yun Linfeng, or is he going to see their second daughter?"

Pei Guanlan glanced at him, wondering how he could ask such an obvious question.

"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's to meet his new fiancée, and bring a cart full of gifts. If it's not for the second girl, who else?"

"..." Pei Tingwen, who was always calm and casual with a pale face, didn't make a sound.

Quietly finished the last mouthful of rice in the bowl, and then put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"I'm stuffed."

"Huh? So fast?"

He hummed and stood up, "I still have a case to deal with later, so I'll leave first, sister, take your time."

Watching him turn and leave, Pei Guanlan keenly sensed something was wrong.

How do you feel about him...

Looking at his behavior, Pei Guanlan always felt a little weird rushing to her heart, she wanted to express it, but she didn't know how to express it.

As if thinking too much.

Pei Guanlan's doubts gradually arose.

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night time.

Light rain pattered, and gradually began to fall.

The cold rain dispelled the heat during the day and made the temperature suddenly drop at night.

It's chilly, bringing a particularly wet and sticky wind, whistling, even if you hide under the eaves and stand by the window blowing, you can still feel its dampness.

As the night deepened, Caiyun withdrew from the room with the washbasin in his hands.

The door was closed, and Yun Si was the only one left in the room.

She was barefoot, half covered with a quilt, lying on the pillow, reading a book.

The rain outside the window is pattering, the lights inside the house are warm and bright, the temperature is suitable, and it is quiet. It is a good time to read a book.

She was lying on the edge of the book, looking at it, when suddenly, there was a sound of "Papa--".

Something hit the half-opened window.

The wooden bars supporting the window suddenly fell, and the window closed with a creaking and shaking sound.

The person who was reading a book on the bed looked up for a moment and looked in the direction of the sound from afar.

The tip of his nose moved, as if he sensed something.

She was stunned for a moment, after all, it was night, and it was the dead of night, how could he—

She pushed herself up and sat up.

Getting out of bed and walking to the window, she first looked at the door to make sure Caiyun was gone and not there, so she slowly opened the window and looked out tentatively.

It was raining outside the window, and it was dark, and the vision was not very good.

She pushed open the window and leaned out a little, about to smell the familiar breath in the air.

It's too late to say--

A big hand with the chill of the night covered her.

Appearing like a ghost, silently, like a horror story.

For the first second, he covered her mouth and nose, but soon, his big hand lowered a little, only covering her mouth, so that she could breathe.

"Hush...be quiet, it's me."

In the dark night, the sound of panting hot air was close to her ear.