You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 222 Feeding
Ying Yu's cloak was exquisitely made. At first glance, it was just a piece of thick ink-colored cloth, but under the lamp, cloud patterns emerged, giving off a little cold light.

Fortunately, the scratch came from the gap between the two clouds. Wen Qing'er thought she was not as skilled as this embroiderer. If it was an inch more, she would not repair the complicated cloud pattern.

Wen Qing'er took the thinnest black thread and embroidery needles to mend, halfway through mending, she raised her eyes to look at Ying Yu who was sitting beside her, and met his affectionate eyes.

Wen Qing'er's face was a little hot, she turned her eyes away and only stared at the work in hand, concealing the shame in her heart.

"Hurry up and use some tea and snacks. The tea is prepared according to Qing'er's taste. I don't know if you can get used to it."

Reluctantly, Ying Yu averted his gaze a little, took the tea cup on the small table and poured two cups.

The tea is still slightly steaming, and before it is brought close to the lips, you can smell the fragrance of gardenia mixed with a faint rose.

Ying Yu took a sip, and hooked her lips to Wen Qing'er: "It's very sweet, A Yu likes it very much."

I don't know whether Ying Yu's words are talking about tea, people, or both.

Wen Qing'er looked at Ying Yu, and her fingers holding the embroidery needle stopped for a moment.

I saw Ying Yu holding the teacup with one hand, and resting his chin on the small table with the other hand, his lips were covered with a layer of soft light because of the water.

When the originally sharp phoenix eyes looked at her, they were unexpectedly covered with a layer of softness.

The candlelight turned into a river of stars in Ying Yu's eyes, and her straightforward gaze was full of affection, all of which were cast on Wen Qing'er in front of her.

The toes of the two are close to each other, as long as they move forward a little, they can touch each other.

Seeing Wen Qing'er raised her head, Ying Yu smiled and blinked, her fluttering eyelashes scratched Wen Qing'er's heart, and Wen Qing'er's breathing and heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

Wen Qing'er hung her head, and quickly sewed a few crooked stitches to calm herself down.

Thinking wildly in his mind, the plots in the storybooks he read in the past all popped up now.

What kind of vixen turned into a beauty fell in love with a scholar!
What kind of general hunted and injured the little vixen by mistake!
It can't be said that A Yu was also transformed by a little fox spirit, otherwise, how could he almost win her heart away!

It's almost the second watch now, and seeing Ying Yu's dusty look when he came, it seems that he just came back, and he came here without even changing his clothes.

Although he was reluctant to let him go, Ying Yu had to go back and rest quickly.

The future is long, and no matter how much you miss it, you will not be greedy for this moment of day and night.

In order to see Wen Qing'er earlier, Ying Yu ate dinner hastily, and her abdomen began to have faint cramps again, so she twisted a piece of snacks to cushion her a little.

The taste was acceptable, so Ying Yu tentatively twisted a piece and handed it to Wen Qing'er's lips.

Wen Qing'er was so focused that she couldn't tell who handed it over for a while.

Accustomed to being fed by Xichun and the others, Wen Qing'er opened her mouth slightly, and took Ying Yu's hand to bite off most of the snacks.

He only chewed it three or two times before swallowing it, and the other half was still waiting on his lips.

Wen Qing'er was not too polite, she took the rest away with her delicate white teeth, and finally hooked Ying Yu's fingertips with the soft tip of her tongue.

Ying Yu retracted her fingers behind her back as if she was electrocuted, and the red glow shot out of her neck from her neck, her heart was like thunder, and her ears were ringing.

Ying Yu rubbed her fingers behind her back, the pads of her fingers seemed to still have a soft touch, and they were faintly hot.

But the instigator is still wrestling with the needle and thread in his hand, completely unaware of how much turmoil his unintentional move has brought to the people in front of him.

　In fact, Ying Yu has a duodenal ulcer

　　
　
(End of this chapter)