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Chapter 339 The Deadlock in Winter Night

"You think you can stop me?"

Heng Li asked sharply, without even looking at Lan Yu, she knocked Lan Yu's arm and was about to go in.

Heng Li's strength was not weak, but he couldn't push Lan Yu away in one go.

Lan Yu only looked down at Wan Yan in Heng Li's arms, and knew that she must be drunk.

As soon as he thought of Wanyan being exposed in front of Heng Li so defenselessly, the anger had already rushed directly into Lan Yu's mind, destroying all his manners.

At this time, Lan Yu could not allow Heng Li to enter Wanyan's boudoir no matter what, so instead of retreating, he forcibly moved forward a few steps.

Wearing a lilac-colored skirt, delicate and simple hairpins, and thin powder, but they failed to ease the fierceness and coercion on the blue jade face.

"I'll say it again, give me Yan'er, and you leave immediately."

Sapphire spoke coldly, the real voice of young jade.

For a moment, Heng Li and Lan Yu froze by the door, confronting each other nervously and silently, ready to explode at any moment.Between them is the sleeping Wanyan, the fuse of ignorance.

Inside and outside the door, there is a brocade dress and a skirt, but the eyes are exactly the same, with incomparable pride and coercion.

Winter nights, deadlocks, sparks flying, and bone-chilling winds.

"Well……"

Yan Han subconsciously groaned, but her head was resting on the pillow, but she still felt too heavy to lift, her consciousness had not been fully reset, she only felt that her lips were dry and cracked, her throat was on fire, and her intestines and stomach were still faintly passing With burning pain.

Yan Han reluctantly raised her hand, rubbed her temples that were swollen with pain, and tried hard to regain her consciousness, but her mind was blank, but her heart was haunted by faint panic.

In the end, Yan Han couldn't think of anything, but couldn't hold back her thirst anymore, so she had to force herself to open her eyes, saw the wall of her bedroom flooded with morning light, and then struggled to get up.

When Yan Han was so sore that she finally turned around and saw the scene beside the bed, she felt as if she had been poured into the bed, and she held her breath and lay on the bed in a daze.

Under the ottoman beside Yan Han's bed, Xuan Yi was sitting cross-legged on the cold stone floor, with his arms on his knees and his face propped up, his head tilted slightly, looking at her with a smile on his face. The morning light behind him was even warmer and more beautiful.

This distance is not too far or too close, it will not make the sleeping Yanhan feel uncomfortable being watched, and it is just enough to clearly see her sleepy eyes, so that she can be completely mixed with her special fragrance and alcohol Packed with flavor.

Xuan Yi's hair was slightly disheveled, his warm expression was stained with a lot of soft tiredness, and his clothes were still the same as he was wearing yesterday morning.

Just looking at Yan Han, one can tell that Xuan Yi has been sitting here all night.

Yan Han was quite surprised, and Xuan Yi stared at her for a long time before finally recovering her speech function, and stammered and asked in surprise: "Young master...!? You you... How could you do that?" Here, huh?"

Xuan Yi took down his arms that were supporting his face, and stretched lazily, finally able to move his numb muscles and bones.

He was still smiling, but he asked irrelevantly: "You're awake, what's the matter, is your head still hurting? Miss Sapphire got up early in the morning and made hangover soup. I don't think you've woken up yet and didn't call you. You're still there now." It's still warm on the stove, and I'll get it for you to drink."

While talking, before Yan Han could answer, Xuan Yi stood up tremblingly while supporting the ground, and almost fell over because of numbness in his legs.

Seeing that Xuan Yi was about to fall, Yan Han immediately rushed towards Xuan Yi subconsciously, and rushed out of the bed barefoot without even wearing shoes.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Xuan Yi stopped Yan Han before he could stand still, and said, "It's very cold on the ground, go back to bed!"

Seeing that Xuan Yi was fine, Yan Han felt that she had lost her composure, her little face blushed, she went back and put on her shoes, and then she went to serve her sober soup.

"Young master, please sit down, how can you take care of your slaves..." Yan Han was a little embarrassed to approach Xuan Yi, but she still couldn't stand being taken care of by Xuan Yi, and followed her up lightly, and said cautiously.

"Oh, you wear so little to run down, do you think you have lived too long or think you have thick skin and can resist the wind?"

Xuan Yi saw Yan Han following him out, immediately frowned and blamed impolitely, he had already filled a bowl of hangover soup in his hand, avoided Yan Han's hand that wanted to take it, and said repeatedly: "Hurry up and go in ! Don't stand in my way here, I can't hold it anymore!"

Seeing this, Yan Han had no choice but to come in empty-handed, but because Xuan Yi was there, she was too embarrassed to go to bed again, so she stood by the bed with her hands down, feeling that her hands and feet were not her own, and it was awkward to place them no matter how they were placed.

Xuan Yi was carrying the hangover soup, and walked in with grinning teeth after being scalded. When he saw the table, he immediately put the bowl on it and sprinkled the soup in a circle.

Just as he put down the bowl, Xuan Yi complained angrily: "Why is this bowl so hot! It must be that the group of people who purchased it made money out of it again, so they used such a low-quality bowl to fool me! Huh..."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Yi blew on his fingers distressedly.

Yan Han looked at Xuan Yi's reddened fingertips, came up with a silk handkerchief and wiped it for Xuan Yi, and blamed Xuan Yi distressedly: "I told you to put down and let the servants come, but you didn't listen, and you still blame this Bowl. To hold such a hot soup, even a gold bowl would be hot to the touch, but in the past, the servants waited for it to cool before serving it to you, and you didn’t know it and blamed it for buying it.”

Yan Han blamed her endlessly, but carefully wiped the hot soup on Xuan Yi's hands with her hands, her serious heartache couldn't be more obvious.

Xuan Yi looked down at Yan Han in front of him, the corners of his mouth, which had been awkward just now, had already curled up in a contented arc.

"You wait here for a while, and this servant will get an ice pack."

After wiping Xuan Yi, Yan Han lowered her head and was about to go out, but she didn't want to be grabbed by Xuan Yi and grabbed her back.

Yan Han was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but she didn't want to be pulled tightly by Xuan Yi, she couldn't break free no matter what, so she was forced to raise her head to meet Xuan Yi's eyes.

"Master, what are you doing...!" Yan Han asked in a low voice, there was no anger in her voice, but it was full of helplessness.

"Hide and hide! You want to hide from me again! Are you a rat?" Xuan Yi held Yan Han's hand tightly, stared into her eyes, and said solemnly: "But today, even if you know how to make holes , you can't escape."

(End of this chapter)