In the next few days, the days became calmer, but suddenly one day Shaoheng came back and looked at her but hesitated to speak.
Xihe looked at him doubtfully, but Shaoheng shook his head and turned to deal with the monsters. He had hunted more monsters, so he learned to deal with them himself, so that he could lose less money.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on the boy's increasingly broad shoulders, his handsome profile, and his youthfulness has faded away in a trance.
Xihe watched, unable to look away for a long time.
This was repeated for a period of time, during which Shaoheng went out for several days. Until this day, after she finished soaking her feet at night, Shaoheng wiped her feet and said, "Miss, how are you feeling lately? Can you practice?"
His feet suddenly stopped, but Shaoheng didn't seem to notice. He lowered his head and said, "We have been away from Yunzhou for so long. I don't know if the master has gone back. If you can practice, we will go find them, okay?"
"Miss, you must miss them a lot, right?" The young man raised his head, his dark eyes bottomless.
Xihe clenched his fingertips tightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked. It took him a long time to spit out one word with difficulty: "I want to."
Shaoheng laughed and put her feet under the quilt, as if casually: "Miss, if I find the master, are you still willing to stay here with me?"
He smiled, but Xihe sensed an eerie feeling inexplicably, making his scalp tingle.
She was now 100% sure that he knew almost everything.
Smiling dryly, she pushed him away, got into the quilt, closed her eyes and muttered: "Of course not."
The temperature around her body dropped sharply, and a sharp barrier fell on her face.
Xihe smiled: "If you find my father, of course we have to go back together. Why are you still here?"
The cold warmth dissipated, and a body came closer, rubbing her cheek with a rough palm. The young man said in a low voice, "You really think so, young lady? Are you willing to take me back?"
Breathing closer, Xihe didn't open his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and he heard him ask, "In what capacity?"
Her lips touched something warm and soft, and she suddenly opened her eyes. The young man's face was close at hand, and his eyes were burning: "How do you think of your husband's status?"
Xihe: "..."
She pushed him away, sat up and looked at him with a frown.
Shaoheng looked sad: "Shaoheng has been in love with Miss Shaoheng for a long time. Doesn't Miss have any feelings for Shaoheng?"
Xihe was silent. At this time, she no longer knew what he was doing, so he was a fool. He had clearly gone to find out the whereabouts of Mr. Hua, and what she said was almost exposed.
She let out a long sigh in her heart, thinking that what was supposed to come had come, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.
Xihe wondered, should she run or not?
"Miss!"
Shaoheng suddenly interrupted her.
Xihe raised his eyes, and Shaoheng looked away in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, it's my fault today."
Xihe:? ? ?
"take a good rest."
Shaoheng left in a hurry.
Xihe was immediately confused as to what he wanted to do.
From that day on, there was an inexplicable estrangement between the two. Although their words and actions were no different from the past, they seemed to lack intimacy.
Being as slow as Cheng Fan, he realized something was wrong belatedly, but no matter who he asked, he got the answer that it was "nothing". Until Bai Ling'er came to the courtyard in a grand manner, he was so shocked that he almost jumped. What were these two people doing!
In the yard, Bai Ling'er occupied the lounge chair where Xi He usually sat, but she smiled and was not angry.
Cheng Fan was frightened when he saw it. He grabbed Shaoheng's shoulders and lowered his voice: "What are you doing? Why did you let that woman Bai Ling'er come here? Don't you know she is the most difficult to deal with!"
Shaoheng cleaned the spirit beast meat without raising his head: "Bai Ling'er has the temper of a little girl."
Cheng Fan: "..."
He looked at Shaoheng in surprise: "You, you don't have a crush on her, do you? No! I don't agree! Is this worthy of Hua Shang? She likes you so much. How can she..."
"She likes me? She likes herself, right?"
Shaoheng scoffed coldly, stood up and pushed the door straight out.
Cheng Fan was dumbfounded, why did this happen suddenly? What should Hua Shang do if...
In the yard, Bai Ling'er swayed her legs freely and suddenly glanced at the woman aside: "Are you Hua Shang? I heard that Shaoheng was once your slave?"
"Oh, Washington has fallen, and you still hold it. Don't you think you are despicable?"
Xihe raised his eyes and looked quietly at the flamboyant girl opposite.
Bai Ling'er suddenly smiled and bent down to approach her: "You don't think that no one knows about the things you do, do you? If you want to know the truth, you should know how to leave by yourself. Otherwise, you will only become a drowned dog and be kicked out. ”
Xihe didn't speak, and still looked at her quietly.
Bai Ling'er was suddenly angry and gritted her teeth: "Who are you, worthy of staying with Shaoheng? With his qualifications, what can he not want? You, a lowly mortal... ah!"
She covered her face in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?"
Xihe slowly took back his hand and adjusted his sleeves: "If you want to, hit me, whatever you want."
When has Bai Linger ever seen such an arrogant person? He immediately said fiercely: "My parents have never hit me, but you dare to hit me. I will make you pay the price!"
Xihe sat and watched Bai Ling'er's whip swing in front of his eyes, and then suddenly flew out.
Bai Ling'er turned her head and said angrily: "Shaoheng, you are still facing this woman!"
Shaoheng looked at her coldly: "Who asked you to attack her?"
Bai Ling'er couldn't believe it, and then her lungs were about to explode. She stamped her feet and rushed out of the small courtyard.
When the yard became quiet, Xihe took off her elastic skirt and stood up to go back to the house. When she passed by Shaoheng, she didn't look at him. Shaoheng suddenly clenched his palms and pursed his lips as he looked at her back.
The two of them fell into a cold war, with Cheng Fan caught in the middle.
They still went outside the city to hunt monsters, but Xihe no longer stayed in the courtyard all day, wandering around the market, and sent a letter to Master He, asking him to come over.
After returning, she found that Shaoheng and the others had returned, so she went straight back to the house.
"Where have you gone?"
Bang, the door closed.
Cheng Fan lowered his head, not daring to look at Shaoheng's dark face.
Well, Shaoheng stood up and strode over to push the door open and enter the house. Cheng Fan stretched his neck, but unfortunately he didn't hear anything.
"Eat." Shaoheng put a small porcelain bottle on the table.
Xihe glanced at it and ignored it.
The next second, she was pinned down on the bed. Shaoheng looked coldly: "Can't you hear me?"
Xihe felt uncomfortable under the pressure and pushed him, but couldn't push him at all, so he gave up and looked away, as if he didn't bother to look at him.
Shaoheng hated her the most. He burst out with anger and pinched her face: "Do you think I can't escape from your hands in this life, and you can do whatever you want? Whether I am in pain or suffering, you don't care at all. Don’t care?”
He felt uncomfortable and stared at her: "Hua Shang, do you have any intention?"
Xihe blinked and looked at him. At this time, he still cared whether she felt sorry for him?
She was thoughtful. This kid probably knew that she and Mr. Hua had jointly plotted against him, but to what extent the plot went, he probably didn't know yet.
Xihe's eyelids drooped, revealing his stubbornness: "You were the one who made me angry first." He bit back, "You brought another woman back."
Shaoheng: "..."
(End of chapter)
