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TingYang left.

Tingyuan lay in bed for a long time, tossing and turning, but could not sleep.

Was Ting Yang warning him?

Tingyuan grabs the quilt and turns over to bury it.

Cut. He does not take advantage of his own is a child to provoke Yan Huai, when he grows up, Yan Huai will not really sympathize with him!

Before going to bed, Yanhuai went to the hot spring in the backyard and took a bath.

He came back to his bedroom from the back door in a long robe, just in time to hear the new year's bell ring.

Colorful fireworks blooming in the night sky, blue and white fox fire constitute the fox totem, full of the whole sky.

The new year is coming.

Yanhuai closed the back door, was about to extinguish the fox fire in the room, suddenly thought of court yuan.

It's already this point. Should Tingyuan sleep?

Yanhuai opens the quilt and climbs onto the bed. He just wants to get into the bed and sleep. He thinks of Tingyuan again.

He was still worried about a child sleeping in the room in Tingyuan.

Yan Huai put on his black cloak, pushed open the door and went to the room next to the study.

There is no light in the room, but the window is not closed.

Huaili went to the window with a look.

The gauze curtain on the bed didn't come down, and there was a small bulge in the mattress.

Don't you close the window when you sleep in such a cold weather?

Yanhuai pushed open the door and went in and went to the bedside of the court yuan.

Tingyuan's clothes were not taken off, and his shoes were thrown askew at the edge of the bed, and they were kicked down at will.

The air-conditioning had been rushing in from the outside of the window. Yanhuai put down the wood supporting the window and closed the window.

There is a luminous stone in the room.

Once the room is in darkness, the luminous stone lights up on its own.

Court yuan suddenly turned over, by the light of the luminous stone, Yan Huai saw the court yuan frown to shrink into the bedding.

Tingyuan half feet are exposed outside, half face pressure on the pillow, has been sleeping out of the mark.

Yan Huai looked for a while, actually bent down to go, holding his leg put into the quilt.

"Don't hit me." Court yuan in Yan Huai's hand touched his foot the moment he opened, automatically retracted into the quilt.

Court yuan pulled the quilt tightly, frowned and kept shrinking into the quilt.

Yanhuai took back his hand and stood by the bed looking at him.

Court yuan seems to have had a nightmare, keep saying what.

But soon, Tingyuan calmed down.

Yanhuai put down the gauze curtain beside the bed, blue and white fox fire appeared in the palm of his hand.

He took out the incense from the top of the cupboard, poured it on the lampstand and lit it with a fox fire.

A wisp of white smoke in the light of the luminous stone circled to the outside, the child lying on the bed eyebrows finally loosened.

Yan Huai put the other side of the gauze curtain down, closed his cloak, and left the room.

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the next morning, when the last ray of soothing incense smoke dissipated in the air, Tingyuan also woke up.

He doesn't remember when he fell asleep last night.

Opening the tent, Tingyuan found a new set of clothes on the table.

The table is too high for Tingyuan to reach on tiptoe.

He had no choice but to climb on the stool, kneel on it and take a look at the new clothes.

The new clothes are blue and white, with silver silk thread to outline the beautiful patterns.

Tingyuan returned to the bed with his clothes in his arms and sat cross legged to change his clothes.

It's a bit big. It's about the same size as the one he wore last night.

It seems to be the clothes Yan Huai wore when he was a child.

A small cut was made on the back of the tail to let him wear it out.

"The pattern on this dress is so beautiful."

Max: "that's the totem of the fox clan, you bumpkin."