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    The original owner was also a fool, and he fell off his horse when he was wearing open-crotch pants.

    However, this is also good. It seems that it is a good direction to be sisters with the heroine.

    "Sir Song." Jiang Fanyin's tone was light, and his eyes were cold.

    She came to the Song family only a few days ago, and the two were not familiar with each other except that they met once when they were young.

    If it wasn't for the marriage contract and her father's instructions, she might not have come all the way to join Song Boxue.

    The servant quickly arranged the wine and food.

    There were only two of them in the room, Jiang Fanyin clenched the dagger in his sleeve, and there was a deep guard in his eyes.

    Seeing her indifferent expression, Song Boxue said something in her heart.

    Jiang Fanyin's appearance is very attractive, with distant eyebrows, fox eyes, and lips like rouge, it is a kind of non-aggressive beauty.

    The book says that the heroine is a gentle beauty, but where is the cold look on her face? Where is it soft?

    Song Boxue rubbed her eyebrows and said sincerely: "Sister Jiang, in fact, I have been suffering from a hidden illness, and I fell ill last night, please don't blame me."

    This is an excuse she found after thinking about it. After all, it is difficult to explain how to tie people up and take off their clothes.

    Therefore, the original owner is ill, and the disease is still unclear.

    Jiang Fanyin's eyes drooped: "Sir Song is serious."

    Sick? Ridiculous...

    She clenched the dagger tightly, not daring to relax.

    Song Boxue didn't expect the original owner's deeds to be cleared up with a single word of illness. She sighed and said, "Sister Jiang was shocked, and I punished myself three cups."

    She had tasted it before she came here. This ancient drink was bland and had no degree of strength, which was just convenient for her.

    Seeing that Song Boxue drank three glasses of wine in a row, Jiang Fanyin glanced at the wine glasses on the table.

    But don’t take it lightly…

    Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Boxue tried to pretend to be pitiful: "Actually, I didn't have this disease before, maybe I thought of myself as a man since I was a child. I don't like to be in contact with men, and I have to keep a distance from women. Over time, I don't know what's going on. Occasionally, when I get sick, I do stupid things. It's all my fault.

    She wanted to directly say that she was not the original owner, but it was too shocking.

    However, this excuse for being sick seems to have little credibility.

    Song Boxue sighed inwardly. After drinking three glasses, she filled herself up again.

    Jiang Fanyin couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw her look like she was drinking to cover her sorrows.

    She frowned and said lightly, "You don't have to."

    Maybe everything last night was a misunderstanding, and this person is not easy. For so many years, women have disguised themselves as men, and I am often afraid when I think about it.

    Seeing that her expression softened, Song Boxue was really coaxing. No wonder she could be forgiven after being abused by the male protagonist. The female protagonist's heart is really a little soft.

    But this is just right, as long as you talk about it, you don't have to worry about retaliation in the future.

    Song Boxue sighed again: "Sister Jiang, my heart is bitter, hey, don't mention it, you can stay at ease, we will be sisters in the future, don't worry, I will never disagree with you. think."

    Jiang Fanyin's hand trembled, thinking of something?

    Is it because this person had a bad idea about her last night, so she…

    But they are all women, the hand hanging in the sleeve clenched the dagger again, she replied softly: "Yeah."

    Seeing her answer, Song Boxue breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Jiang, I'll give you a toast, the past is over, and I will treat you well in the future."

    As long as she treats the heroine well in the future, her lively legs should be saved.

    Listening to Song Boxue's words, Jiang Fanyin raised her eyes and looked at her.

     Treat her well? Why does it sound weird.

    "You... I'm the one who bothered you, you don't have to." Having said that, the dagger in Jiang Fanyin's hand did not loosen, nor did he touch the wine on the table.

    Eat a cut and grow a wiser, even if the person in front of her is a woman like her, this wine cannot be drunk.

    Song Boxue filled herself with wine again and continued to pretend to be pitiful: "Sister Jiang, you don't understand, I feel bitter."

    As for the bitterness, she did not say.

    Anyway, if it’s useful to sell, then continue to sell.

    The way she hesitated to speak made Jiang Fan two points, and the dagger in her hand finally loosened, maybe this person was really sick.

    Jiang Fanyin didn't talk to her, and she felt bitter.

    I was originally the daughter of the prefect, but my father was suddenly put on a hat of treason.

    She came to Pingchuan County with trepidation all the way, thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew she was **** again last night.

    The trust that was as thin as paper was instantly pierced.

    If it weren't for Song's father's trust in his father's life, Jiang Fanyin would not have defected for a verbal engagement.

    I thought Song Boxue was a woman, so I was less wary, but this person turned out to be... actually sick?

    Song Boxue was drinking and selling badly. Seeing that Jiang Fanyin never touched the glass, she thought that she was not at ease.

    She drank the two jugs of wine on the table and waved to the servants to get another two jugs of wine.

    Take a rest tomorrow, you can sleep in and have a good drink.

    Song Boxue shook her head, her eyes became less clear: "Sister Jiang, just this time, you can follow me, I will listen to you in the future, you let me go east, I Never go west, just have a drink with me."

    It would be nice if she could return to the modern age when she wakes up, she doesn't want this scumbag's tool script.

    Jiang Fanyin moved her lips, and the words of persuasion were pressed against her lips. She slowly raised her hand and picked up the wine in the glass.

    She really wanted to forget the escape and fear of these days, and wanted to go back to the days before her father's accident.

    Depressed, the wine in the glass entered his mouth.

    The night quietly shrouded, and the servants closed the door for them.

    The wine pots on the table were empty again, but the wine and food did not move much.

    "Sister Jiang, I'm a little thirsty." Song Boxue tugged at his collar, staring at Jiang Fanyin.

    She just felt dry and thirsty.

    Jiang Fanyin put down the empty wine glass in his hand, closed his eyes tiredly, and asked, "It's time to wash up and rest."

    She is so sleepy and tired.

    Thinking like this, she stood up, but she was unsteady on her feet, almost fell, and the dagger in her sleeve slipped to the ground.

    The crisp sound of the metal landing in the room made both of them stunned.

    Song Boxue came to her senses first, bent down and picked up the dagger: "Sister Jiang, why did you put the knife on your body, don't hurt yourself."

    Interesting, there is even a dagger hidden on the body.

    She threw the dagger under the window with a wave of her hand.

    Dagger?

    Jiang Fanyin raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and said, "It's used to prevent you, you are -- sick."

    The tone of voice is slow, the eyes are confused, like the white mist in the morning, wet and unreal.

    Song Boxue could not help but get close to Jiang Fanyin.

    She was a little absent-minded and took the unsteady person into her arms: "Sister Jiang, I'm so thirsty..."

    Song Boxue was distracted and smelled it, the smell was so familiar, as if it was the first time she experienced a fever.

    Fever?

    It turns out that the fever period is coming, but she has no Omega and no inhibitor, what should I do now.

    The person in her arms also seemed to smell the strong aroma of lemon, she struggled nervously: "Song Boxue, let go."

    Song Boxue tightened her arms, her consciousness gradually blurred under the dual control of alcohol and the fever period: "Sister Jiang, have you smelled the fragrance of tea, I'm so thirsty, I want to drink tea."

    Song Boxue shook her head uncomfortably, leaned close to Jiang Fanyin's neck, opened her thin lips slightly, and bit her lightly.

    The person in his arms trembled slightly.

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