She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Mmmmm~"

Huangfu Menghuai, who was in deep sleep, struggled subconsciously and let out an ecstatic and bone-crushing cry.

Seeing Huangfu Menghuai's pitiful look at this moment, Chen Pingan couldn't bear to disturb him, so he gently pushed aside the hair that blocked Huangfu Menghuai's eyes.

By coincidence, Chen Pingan's hand touched Huangfu Menghuai's slender eyebrows, waking Huangfu Menghuai up.

"you're awake?"

"Dizzy?"

Huangfu Menghuai woke up and sat up in a daze. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Chen Pingan's forehead with a soft tone.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Chen Pingan grabbed Huangfu Menghuai's hand.

"If you have nothing to do, go to bed early. I'm so sleepy." Huangfu Menghuai raised his eyelids with difficulty and said quietly.

"Since you're awake, can you go back to sleep later?" Chen Ping'an said with a smile as he looked at the charming Huangfu Menghuai in front of him, whose every smile was unforgettable.

"Do you have anything else?" Huangfu Menghuai pouted, slightly dissatisfied.

"I want to arrange flowers." Chen Pingna blurted out a sentence that Huangfu Menghuai couldn't understand.

"Are you drunk?"

"It's late at night, you're not a woman, so why do you arrange flowers?"

"Besides, where can I get flowers for you now?"

Huangfu Menghuai scratched her head. She hadn't woken up yet, and her brain hadn't turned on yet.

"The Sophora japonica flowers are fluttering and turning light yellow, and the white clouds are approaching the ink field." Seeing that Huangfu Menghuai did not move, Chen Ping'an pretended to recite a poem profoundly. After seeing Huangfu Menghuai again, he became more and more confused, and then explained, "The Sophora japanese scholar , flowers too.”

Sophora japonica is also a flower?

Huangfu Menghuai was stunned for a moment.

In a flash, I somehow thought of the word "槐" in my name, and then I suddenly realized it and blushed with embarrassment.

"You hate it! Don't drive randomly, this is not a highway!"

After understanding Chen Pingan's words of tiger and wolf, Huangfu Menghuai suddenly woke up and shouted angrily while waving his pink fist.

“When I’m not driving, I’m arranging flowers!”

After saying that, Chen Pingan lifted up the quilt and covered the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the bed shaking gradually sounded, from light to heavy, step by step, and lasted for a full hour.

"Can you sleep now?"

An hour later, Huangfu Menghuaixiang was dripping with sweat, lying on his white jade arms, exhausted both physically and mentally.

"A breakup is better than a new love." Chen Pingan shook his head.

"Flowers are very fragile."

Huangfu Menghuai looked aggrieved and was about to cry.

It took more than an hour this time. Not to mention Sophora japonica and Decal couldn't bear such torture.

"Crying? There's no point in crying!"

"Today, watch me destroy flowers with my ruthless hands!"

After saying this, Chen Ping'an lifted up Huangfu Menghuai's lower abdomen so that he was supporting the head of the bed with both hands, facing forward and legs facing back.

The bed swayed again, this time for another hour, until the sky turned white.

"You'd better go and woo the phoenix from now on, the flowers are really too delicate..."

Huangfu Menghuai wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and pressed against the wall, with a tired and defensive look on his face.

"Sleep together, you'll be cold without a quilt."

Even he didn't believe Chen Pingan's words, because with his innate state and the physical fitness of the genetic warrior, let alone it being September, he was not afraid of the severe cold even in the cold winter of March [-]th.

"No! There is no trust between people anymore!"

Huangfu Menghuai shook his head repeatedly, his eyes were slightly red, and he almost cried once.

"Stop talking nonsense and sleep soundly this time!"

Chen Pingan opened the quilt and got in, enjoying the warmth of the soft and boneless figure of the flower next to him.

"Comfortable."

A night without words, a whole day without words.

This time, Chen Ping'an and Huangfu Menghuai slept until the afternoon.

When he woke up, Chen Ping'an still wanted to kill the flower with his own hands, but after seeing Huangfu Menghuai curled up at the foot of the bed with an aggrieved look on his face, he couldn't bear it anymore.

This flower is so delicate.

But it doesn’t matter. With my constant watering, it will slowly grow.

Chen Pingan chuckled, Huangfu Menghuai's body was still a bit untroubled, after all, she had not yet entered the realm of a master.

In comparison, Song Chufeng, the peak grandmaster, was much stronger.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping'an was a little curious about what Song Chufeng was doing and whether he was used to it here, so he got up and put on his clothes, washed briefly and left the room.

After Huangfu Menghuai caught a glimpse of Chen Ping'an leaving, he hurriedly jumped up from the bed, locked the door, and then returned to bed with peace of mind, having a good night's sleep.