too affectionate

Chapter 406
"Yi'er..."

When Wanshu heard these words, tears were already rolling down.

At this time, all kinds of distress and sadness in my heart reached my mouth, but I couldn't say a word, only one hand fell on Xuan Yi's face, wiped away the tear for him, and gently stroked it.

When the afterglow of the setting sun had completely shrouded the head of the stone lion in front of the gate of Chunyu's mansion, the gate of Gaoda's mansion opened with a bang, bringing with it a message of "squeaky" and dust under the light.

Sitting on the stone platform, she had already dozed several times standing upright. Yan Han woke up immediately when she heard the sound, and hurriedly straightened her hair, quickly wiped away the tired look on her face, and greeted her with a smile on her face.

"Master, you are out."

Yan Han smiled and said softly.

When Xuan Yi saw Yan Han, he folded the few pieces of paper he was holding and put them into his bosom. He put his hands on Yan Han's shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body, and only felt the coldness of his hands. He said: "How about Yanhan, but it's freezing? Why didn't you come in when I called someone to tell you to come in a few times? Even if you sit in the wing room, it's better than sitting in the big air vent at the door !"

Yan Han's whole face was pale from the cold, her nose was red, and she couldn't even move her stiff lips when she spoke, but she still shook her head and tried to squeeze a smile out of her frozen face, saying: "It doesn't matter young master, it doesn't matter , It’s not cold when the sun doesn’t set, so I’m freezing anywhere.”

"Oh, nonsense, your hands are so stiff from the cold, and you still say it's not cold!" Xuan Yi blamed Yan Han so much that he felt distressed, and pulled Yan Han's hand that was colder than ice, held it in his palm, and put it on his mouth. While breathing on the heater, trying to convey the faint warmth.

However, before Xuan Yi warmed Yan Han's hand, Yan Han stubbornly pulled his hand out of Xuan Yi's palm.

"I'm really not cold, young master!" Yan Han hid her hands behind her back, with a bright smile on her cold face.

He obviously didn't want Xuan Yi's hands to get cold.

Xuan Yi couldn't resist her, so he could only shake his head helplessly, but the eyes that fell on Yan Han's face were still soft.

"You must be hungry, let's go home."

After Yan Han heard this sentence, the coolness of the afternoon was blown by the strong wind for nine days, and all of them dispersed.

The most intimate word in the world may be "we".

You and I were put together

"Okay, let's go." Yan Han smiled and nodded.

The distance from Chunyu Mansion to Xuan Mansion was neither far nor close, the two of them obviously came by carriage, but when they went back, Xuan Yi insisted on going back.

However, walking on the streets of Kyoto, no matter how many times Xuan Yi said, Yan Han still stubbornly walked a few steps behind Xuan Yi's side.

Yan Han clasped her hands in front of her body, bent her body slightly, and her eyes were on the ground, showing a respectful attitude.

Anyone who sees these two people will never think they are a couple, but the noble young master wandering the streets, followed by his little maid.

This is exactly what Yan Han wanted.

In the evening, the streets of Kyoto are full of people coming and going, and not everyone is mentioned on the streets, but a large part of the people recognize the young master Xuanda who is also Zhongshuling and the family of the Baize Shenzu.

Yan Han didn't want them to know that such a noble son condescended to fall in love with a humble little maid.

Although Yan Han doesn't know who they are, neither does Xuan Yi, let alone care.

But Yan Han didn't want anyone, even a stranger, to think that Xuan Yi had to be self-conscious because he was too stupid and incompetent, even the women in the mansion lower than the Xuan family's lintel looked down on him. Degrading her status, she can only be with a little maid who has nothing.

So Yan Han just wanted to walk behind Xuan Yi, with low eyebrows and eyes, very respectful.

Just when Yan Han lowered her head and walked her own way quietly, but her thoughts were flying, Xuan Yi spoke again, this time, Xuan Yi's tone was much more serious.

"Yanhan, come up, what are you doing behind?"

When Yan Han heard the words, she waved her hands again and again to refuse: "Master, I'll just stay here."

This time Xuan Yi didn't give up, he turned around directly, striding towards Yan Han retrogradely, two steps eliminated the distance between the two.

Before Yan Han could react, Xuan Yi was already standing side by side with her.

Seeing this, Yan Han hurriedly hid back, trying to return to her position.

Unexpectedly, before Yan Han took a step back, the wrist placed in front of her was firmly grasped.

Yan Han was already, subconsciously going to take back her hand, but tried hard to take it back several times without success.

"Master, you..."

Yan Han raised her head to talk to Xuan Yi, but when she raised her head, she saw Xuan Yi's eyes.

In such a cold weather, such a raging winter wind, and such a desolate background, there are still such warm and gentle eyes.

It was laughing, laughing at her cautiousness and wild thinking.

But he was also pitying and comforting all her little thoughts.

This watery but wordless gaze directly cut off Yan Han's words, thoughts, and everything she wanted to say.

She forgot how she started to be sure that there would really be that person in this world, who is as good as gold and beautiful jade, as innocent as a white jade, and as innocent as a white jade. He will use his own existence to prove that he is sentimental and innocent, and his love is innocent.

For such a person, even though I have all kinds of souls and dreams in my heart, I can force myself to hold back a pair of hands that stretch out unconsciously to him, lest my thoughts disturb him for a moment and hurt him in the slightest.

In this story, the best beginning, process and ending is to look far away without saying anything, send this feeling from afar, and understand this meaning a little bit.

But the bad thing is that even if he just looked at him from a distance, he can still be sublimated layer by layer in his memory.

Sublimated to the point where no one just casts a look, and someone who cares will intentionally join branches and kill it until death.

(End of this chapter)