I, Qinghuan

"No, I'm here to deliver something, I didn't mean to..." Qing Huan quickly explained.

Nan Yang shook her head, signaling her to stop first, then turned her head to look around, and after making sure that there was no camera installed in this corridor, she pulled Qing Huan towards their room.

Back in the room, Nan Yang put the large and small plastic bags that Qinghuan carried over on the table, and the aroma of the hot food rushed straight into his nose.Without saying a word, she took out the lunch boxes one by one and arranged them neatly in a row.

"I bought too much." Nan Yang sat down, took a pair of disposable chopsticks, broke them apart, and scraped off the sawdust back and forth.She glanced around at the lunch boxes covering the table, so much food that the two of them couldn't finish it.

"I was going to give a copy to Ziyan and Teacher Bai, but..." Qing Huan remembered what he had just heard, and his ears felt a little hot.

"It's okay, let's eat."

Nan Yang handed the clean-shaven chopsticks to Qing Huan, and took another pair himself, as if he didn't care about Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan's affairs at all, his eyes were only on the delicious food in front of him, "Are these special dishes?"

"Well," Qing Huan nodded, managed to pull back a little thought, pointed to some of the lunch boxes and said, "This is gourd chicken, that is Qinzhen rice skin, and the one in the kraft paper bag is Roujiamo..."

As she was talking, she suddenly stopped and sighed faintly: "I'm still very worried about Ziyan."

Nan Yang felt Qing Huan's uneasiness, so he put down his chopsticks and asked following her words, "What's wrong?"

"Would you...would you like to hear what I have to say?"

"Well, you said."

"Ziyan and I have known each other for two or three years." Qing Huan lowered her eyes and fell into deep memories, "The first time I saw her, I played the first female role and she played the second female role. From the moment the list of actors was announced, My company was buying a draft to bully her. At that time, the Internet was full of voices scolding her. Until now, there have always been more black fans who scolded her than her loyal fans. Ziyan is really nice. Behind us My company is the opposite, and the fans are also on the opposite side, but she has never had the slightest grudge against me. For a while, Xiaoye went home, and the company did not contact the new assistant for the time being. The hotel is very far from the set. Ziyan takes me to and from work every day, no matter how late I take the shoot, she will wait for me quietly, and then take me back in her car."

"Later, I was photographed by the paparazzi, and the marketing account said she was ignoring my popularity. My fans scolded me on her Weibo, but Ziyan didn't care at all. She still picked me up and sent me off as before. I didn't leave silently until my new assistant was in place. She is really a good friend and a very kind person." Qing Huan paused, and there was a hint of gloom in his tone, "But, such a kind person People who have always insisted on showing tenderness to everyone have severe depression."

"I heard from others that Ziyan's illness started about five years ago, and no one knew what happened to her. I heard from Xiaoye that she collapsed at that time and lived in the psychological department of the hospital for a while. After treatment, she barely recovered. But when she entered the entertainment circle, her company did not regard her as a normal artist at all, and let the marketing account send her to the black and red route. She suffered all kinds of unreasonable things every day Malicious abuse. I don’t know when it started. Her depression relapsed. Sometimes I went to sit in her room and saw a lot of medicines for depression on her table. Her eyes were also very dodgy, as if being caught For a cat that steps on its tail, every moment its fine hair is in a tense state."

"A while ago I heard that she married Bai Jinqiu. I thought she had finally found someone she likes, and maybe she could slowly get out of this bad state. But... from the moment I met her and Mr. Bai, I felt The relationship between the two of them is not normal, Ziyan is much thinner than before, and her body is more tense, I was worried about her, but just now I heard their conversation again...I..."

Nan Yang listened silently without speaking.

She knew that Qing Huan regarded Cen Ziyan as a true friend, so the pain that Cen Ziyan was suffering would also become a knot in Qing Huan's heart.She doesn't care about Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu, but she cares about Qinghuan, so what Qinghuan cares about will become a part of her concern.

"Qing Huan," Nan Yang said softly, "The journey is still long, maybe we can help her in the next month."

Qing Huan opened her eyes in surprise, this was the first time she heard the words of helping others from Nan Yang.

Nan Yang is a person who is indifferent to everything. Her eyes are as pale as water, and only when she sees candied haws, game consoles, and herself will there be a little ripple.She told Nan Yang that she didn't want to get any advice, but these words were held in her stomach, and she had to find someone close to vomit her bitterness.She never expected that Nan Yang would offer to help Cen Ziyan.

"Why...would you want to help her?" Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang suspiciously.

Nan Yang pursed the corners of her lips, raised her tea-like eyes, and looked back at Qing Huan lightly, "She is the friend you care about, isn't she?"

Qing Huan froze for a moment, the frozen sadness in her eyes flickered, and after a while, it turned into gentle tenderness: "Because she is my friend, so you also want to help her?"

Nan Yang turned his head away, looked at the gourd chicken in front of him, and hummed.

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, and her voice was full of secret joy: "You like me so much, so much that you are willing to let go of your body and care about my friends?"

"Yes, that's how I like you."

Nan Yang picked up the chopsticks, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips, which was rarely so serious, "What makes you still doubt this matter?"

"Hum." Qing Huan snorted, and brought the chopsticks over, "Okay, let's eat first."

Haojing is an ancient city with a long history, and the food seems to have accumulated thousands of years of style, crisp and refreshing, salty and heroic, spicy and sweet.Nan Yang ate up two servings of Zeng Cake, half a gourd chicken, half a bowl of Mipi, and one of Roujiamo.

Qing Huan originally thought that Nan Yang was just addicted to sweets, but later found out that she not only loves sweets, she also loves to eat all delicious things.Whether it was the hot pot back then or the snacks in front of her, as long as it was food, she was very interested.

So much love to eat, but still so thin, how do you do it?

"Hey, I never asked you, how tall are you?" Qing Huan took a tissue and helped Nan Yang wipe off the sauce on the side of her face.

Nan Yang swallowed the food in his mouth and replied truthfully: "170 cm."

"Then... how about your weight?"

"46 kilograms."

"How do you keep in shape?" Qing Huan asked curiously, "I asked you to go to the gym with me for a run, but you didn't go. I haven't seen you exercise before. You've always been so thin and have abdominal muscles. What a shame. Incredible."

Nan Yang has not changed his body since he used the ban 3000 years ago. His height and weight have not changed, and even the length of his hair and nails have not changed.It's normal for her not to be fat.

"It's a pity that you don't become an artist with your physique." Qing Huan sighed.

"Isn't that good?" Nan Yang finally had enough to eat, and put down his chopsticks, "So, when you see me, I always look the best."

"Then... I don't know if I have the honor tonight, to be with the most beautiful Boss Nan..." Qing Huan slowed down her voice, her eyes curled up like a little fox, "...how about spending time together?"

She covered up her anxiety with an extremely ambiguous tone.

She still remembered Nan Yang's two polite refusals when she took the initiative to woo her last time.She didn't know if Nan Yang was still thinking about that old friend, and she wasn't sure if she would reject herself like last time. When she asked this question, she mustered up a lot of courage.She longed to do something close to her, but she also didn't want to see Nan Yang make unnecessary compromises just to accommodate herself.So she stared closely at Nan Yang's eyes, if there was any reluctance in her eyes, she would not continue to ask.

Nan Yang's eyes were as indifferent as usual, neither eager nor displeased, he just said, "Then I'll take a shower first."

Qing Huan asked uncertainly: "You agreed?"

Nan Yang looked at her with puzzled eyes: "Should I...should I refuse?"

Qing Huan hurriedly shook her head: "No, that's not what I meant..."

Nan Yang hummed, then got up gently and went to the bathroom, taking the bathrobe by hand.

Qinghuan's mind was dizzy, and she was still wondering whether Nanyang's too flat expression was willing or not.The thorn hidden in her heart faintly moved again, and the sharp end provoked the soft flesh of her heart, making her feel pain that could not be ignored in anticipation, and the emotions intertwined with joy and bitterness were like a boundless wave The sea, wrapped her almost suffocating.

After Nan Yang finished washing, she also took a bath.

While taking a bath, she desperately told herself to forget about those wild thoughts, she needed to focus, and she couldn't let such a beautiful thing be mixed with her own evil thoughts.

When Qing Huan came out after washing, she saw Nan Yang leaning on the bed and looking at Kindle.

The pure white bathrobe fit perfectly on her snow-like skin, as if a porcelain white spoon contained warm milk, making it difficult to tell which one was whiter for a while.The long straight black hair hangs down in front, and curls along the graceful ups and downs of the chest, full and charming.

The hand holding the Kindle was raised casually, and with a light hook of the slender and white fingers, a few strands of soft black hair that blocked the view were pulled behind the ears, revealing the tight and neat jaw line and the cold and bright eyes beside the ears. diamond.

This woman is so beautiful.

It's a mess.

"Nan Yang." She called her name.

Nan Yang raised his eyes, his light brown pupils reflected the warm light on the bed, "Huh?"

Qing Huan stood at the door of the bathroom, stood barefoot on a small piece of carpet, and said softly: "Put me to bed."

As expected, Nan Yang obediently put down the Kindle and walked over at a leisurely pace.

After approaching, she saw that Qing Huan's ankles and insteps were still stained with water.After watching for two seconds, she suddenly squatted down, her tall figure curled up into a small shadow, like a pilgrim bowing her head under the skirt of an angel.

Nan Yang lowered her head, grabbed the cuff of her nightgown with her index and middle fingers, and guided the soft cloth to carefully wipe Qing Huan's slender ankle.

The protruding arc of the ankle bone is as delicate as a carefully polished jade carving. A thin layer of skin on the surface covers the beautiful jade lightly. A slight swipe of the fingertip reveals a pink scar.

"The feet look good."

Nan Yang spat out three words.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was praising herself, her face blushed, her toes retracted, and she avoided Nan Yang's hand.

Nan Yang stretched forward, and pressed her cold palm against Qing Huan's ankle, holding it tightly.

"Not dry yet."

Qing Huan twisted her calf, her face turned redder: "Aren't you a clean freak?"

Nan Yang pulled her ankle in front of him, and continued to wipe the water droplets on the instep with his cuff, with a soft and soft voice, "Qing Huan, you are the cleanest person in the world."

Qing Huan couldn't stand on one foot, put her hands on her sides, and curled her fingers to support the wall behind her.Hearing Nan Yang say such words, her heart and body softened so much that she almost couldn't hold on.

Nan Yang dried her ankles, stood up, put her arms around her waist and legs, and gently hugged her horizontally.

"Nanyang..."

Qing Huan nestled in her soft embrace, closed her eyes and buried her face in the cool shoulder socket.

"Huh?" Nan Yang put her on the bed, didn't let go of her, lay down in her position, and hugged her back tightly.

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and her soft and charming voice sounded like a mosquito:

"Tonight... you want me."

Nan Yang kissed her curly hair and replied, "Okay, I want you."

Qing Huan's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

They have done it many times in the past, but it was she who wanted Nanyang.She has always been the active one between the two.

Nan Yang is too dull, maybe because she is used to being served, so she always quietly waits for her to kiss her on the bed, and if she doesn't ask for it, Nan Yang may really never remember that she is also need to be loved.

In fact, it's not that Nan Yang doesn't want her.

She loves her so much for 3000 years, how could she not want to touch her?But she wasn't sure if Qing Huan was ready, and she didn't dare to ask, let alone offend her.So she can only wait, wait for Qing Huan to nod, and after obtaining her permission, she can take this last step.

Fingers wrapped around the knot of the bathrobe behind her, and with a slight tug, the slender strap was easily untied.Nan Yang lowered her head, her cool and soft lips touched the tip of her ear, fell to the earlobe, and kissed the sensitive place behind her ear.

The person in his arms was stimulated and instantly shrank into a ball, like a frightened little fox.

Nan Yang kept stroking her back in a soothing manner, and carefully took off her nightgown bit by bit.In the process of fading, Qing Huan trembled more and more violently, Nan Yang's touch not only did not relax her, but made her more and more nervous, until all the emotions hidden deep in her heart rushed out.

The gentler Nan Yang was to her, the more afraid she was, afraid that such a good person would leave her one day.She was afraid that she would not be able to hold her, because she didn't know who else was in Nan Yang's past, she didn't know if there was another person in Nan Yang's heart, and she didn't know how important she and that person were in Nan Yang's heart Which is more important.The more confused she was, the more frightened she became.

Nan Yang noticed something, he paused, and an uncertain voice came from behind:

"Are...are you crying?"

Qing Huan covered her mouth, trying her best to suppress the choking in her throat.

Nan Yang turned her over and made her face himself, with guilt in her eyes: "I'm sorry, do you not like it?"

"No, no..." Qing Huan shook her head vigorously.

"What's the matter?" Nan Yang asked her patiently.

Qing Huan cried and leaned forward, hugged Nan Yang's neck tightly, couldn't bear it anymore, sobbed and said the deepest knot in her heart:

"I, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that you like others, I don't want you to like others, Nan Yang, I think you only like me, I think you only have me in your eyes, only me... only me people……"

"Why are you suddenly afraid of this?" Nan Yang was at a loss by Qing Huan's sudden collapse. She didn't know what she did wrong, which gave Qing Huan the illusion that she would change her heart.

Qing Huan just cried, crying and begging her.

"Nan Yang, please, don't like others, okay? I beg you, you only like me, okay?"

Such a humble begging, like a little animal begging for mercy from its master, knelt down on the ground desperately, begging for a corner of eternity by her side.

Nan Yang hugged her back, frowning in distress.

How can she comfort her?

She is such a bad-spoken person, what should she do to comfort a girl?

Nan Yang tightened her arms, and tried hard to search for the most beautiful sentence in her lackluster love words, pondering back and forth, repeatedly hesitating, for fear that a word that was inappropriate would make the woman in her arms feel false and fishy.

After a long time, she rarely joked with Qing Huan in a soft voice:

"Qing Huan, do you know what the statue is made of?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a while, distracted by Nan Yang's erratic question, hesitantly said: "Statue? Big, is it made of marble?"

"Well," Nan Yang asked again, "Then do you know what the clock on the ancient city wall is made of?"

"……copper?"

"Yes, copper."

Nan Yang pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Then, do you know what I use to make it?"

Qing Huan opened a pair of hazy teary eyes and looked at her in a daze.

Nan Yang paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about it.After a long while, the thin lips parted slightly, and uttered an extremely awkward and clumsy love sentence——

"Qinghuan, I am a bunch of incomplete and useless fragments. When you need someone to love you, I was pieced together by God."

Qing Huan's eyes shook.

Nan Yang also seemed to feel that it was embarrassing for such words to appear in her mouth. She was not good at saying these overly blunt sweet words, and the corners of her eyes were a little red with embarrassment.But when she looked at the woman in front of her who was worried about gains and losses, she felt that she could let go of her face and dignity for the time being, as long as she could make her happy, she could do anything.

Nan Yang calmed down his uneasiness, his ears turned red, and asked cautiously, "If I say this, will you be happier?"

Qing Huan felt her heartbeat speeding up instantly, she turned her head to the side, wiped her tears on the pillow, and said in a low voice, "I'm just afraid, you like others..."

"Don't be afraid."

Nan Yang held her finger, put it devoutly on her chest, lowered her eyes slightly, and said word by word:

"I only love you in this life."

"I love you and it will never change."

"It won't change, it won't change."

"Trust me. Even when I'm broken and broken, I'm loyal in every piece."