beautiful woman at home

Zi Xi looked up and down at the innocent girl, especially her gaze resting on the neck at the collar.

It's a pity that no ambiguous mark was found, and Zi Xi approached unwillingly, thinking that Ye Ran was quite cautious in handling things.

The teacher suddenly approached, and Wen Zijin was a little scared. He just felt that this was particularly like a stinky hooligan molesting a decent woman on the street. He was full of defense and dodged to one side, holding a book in his hand as a weapon and shouting: "Sir!"

The sound was so loud that Zi Xi froze for a moment, then realized that the two were indeed a little close, and then slowly opened the distance and smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't get me wrong."

But Wen Zijin still chose to carry the books and sit in another place, at least keeping a distance of two from the teacher.

Zi Xi smiled stiffly on his face and asked: "Then how come you haven't seen the young master so far away from Miss Ye?"

Wen Zijin held the book in his hand and should have said, "Zijin is not very close to Sister Ye on weekdays."

Yo, who are you kidding?

"Then why do I smell Miss Ye on you?"

"Smell?" Wen Zijin raised his sleeve robe and sniffed it carefully, and looked at the teacher full of puzzlement, "Zijin didn't smell anything."

Zi Xi looked at Wen Zijin cunningly and said with a smile: "Yes, it has a very special smell. Didn't the young master smell it at Miss Ye yesterday?"

Wen Zijin lowered his head and sniffed it several times, a little suspicious that the teacher was playing tricks on people.

"No."

"That's weird." Zi Xi got up and approached, wishing to see through Wen Zijin's thick winter robe, thinking that no matter how seasoned a hunter was, it would be impossible to leave no traces behind.

It was probably because the teacher's gaze was too creepy, Wen Zijin got up holding the book and said in a panic, "Could it be that the teacher has run into something evil?"

After hearing about encountering ghosts and evil spirits, people's temperament will change drastically, and even their speech and behavior will become extremely weird.

Zi Xi stared blankly at the fleeing figure, and suddenly reacted and called out: "Hey, what are you running for, young master!"

I really don't mean that to you!

Don't talk nonsense to Ye Ran, otherwise let alone nine tails, even eighteen tails are not enough to burn!

When Zi Xi came out of the inner room to chase people, Zi Xi caught a glimpse of the black skirt and stopped stiffly in the corridor, this old guy's ears are too good.

Ye Ran looked at Zixi with his eyes, while Wen Zijin held his other hand lightly. Seeing the cowardly behavior of Wen Zijin's little daughter-in-law, Zixi couldn't help feeling disgusted, seeing that she could only be eaten.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Ye Ran asked.

"It's okay, I'm just bored and walking around." Zi Xi turned her arms and tried to keep a safe distance. After all, the matter of the charm last time was still her own hands and feet. If Ye Ran noticed this, it would be too much to go around .

After that, Wen Zijin was relieved to see that the teacher seemed to be back to normal. After all, ghosts and evils are really scary.

When Zi Xi found an excuse to slip away, Ye Ran looked sideways at the hand that was still being held, and slightly parted her thin lips: "Mr.

"Oh." Wen Zijin suddenly realized that he had held Sister Ye's hand at some point, his cheeks turned red, and he let go of his hand reluctantly.

Ye Ran didn't react at all, but hid her hands in her sleeves, and there was still a little warmth on her fingertips.

As soon as the two of them entered the inner room, Wen Zijin placed the book in his hand on the low table, and then poured tea and handed it to Ye Ran.

The tea is hot and misty, and outside the open window is the lotus pond that is already covered with frost. In winter, there is only a pool of water left, without the vitality of summer.

The girl sat upright on one side, the blush on her face still hadn't dissipated, Ye Ran took a sip of tea, her eyes lightly looked towards that side and then quietly moved away.

But at this time, on the roof tiles, there are idlers who don't think it's a big deal at first glance. Zi Xi braved the heavy snow and secretly looked inside, thinking in his heart that he couldn't believe that he couldn't catch the two of you.

It was bitterly cold and windy outside, Wen Zijin didn't know what to say, so he flipped through the book clumsily.

I didn't see Sister Ye making a sound for a while, and Wen Zijin was afraid that Sister Ye would leave as soon as she came like last time, so she thought about it and asked, "Does Sister Ye want some cake?"

Wen Zijin stretched his arms and picked up the food box placed next to the low table, pushed the small plate of pastries to Ye Ran's side and said to himself, "This is freshly made this morning, and it's still warm."

Ye Ran shook her head and replied, "I just finished my meal, so I won't be able to eat pastries."

"Oh, that's it." Wen Zijin rested her fingertips on the side of the teacup and turned it carefully, her clear and bright eyes sometimes looked at that direction, and sometimes looked down at the tea, wondering what to say to keep more leaves Sister for a while.

The snow outside the window seemed to be getting heavier again, and the sound of dripping was like wind and sand hitting the window, and the quiet inner room amplified this tiny sound.

Even Wen Zijin's heartbeat was a little unsteady, probably a little nervous, three or two cups of tea poured into his belly, and unexpectedly a small hiccup came out of Wen Zijin's throat.

Although the sound was low, the surrounding area was already very quiet, but it stood out in contrast.

Wen Zijin quickly pursed her lips, and looked at Sister Ye who seemed to be smiling across the way with embarrassment, her cheeks were even more red.

"Tea, is it good?" Ye Ran looked at the reserved girl with a smile on her face, and couldn't help teasing her.

The lips soaked in tea were very rosy and lustrous. The girl shyly squeezed her head and shook her head and nodded, her movements were a little erratic, and it took a long time to falter and meet her eyes and respond: "Tea, it's okay."

When Ye Ran met those bright and innocent eyes like a child, not only was he a little guilty, but he withdrew his searching gaze, took a sip of tea and changed the subject, "Why did you come out in such a panic, young master?"

"Zijin thought that the teacher had run into something evil, so he ran out in fear. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Sister Ye."

"Crash?"

"Mr. is very strange today." Wen Zijin said seriously, "First he stared at Zijin inexplicably, then asked Zijin what he did yesterday, and said that Zijin smelled like Sister Ye, and finally moved closer and closer. It's so close, it's weird."

Ye Ran was taken aback for a moment, then Emei frowned and asked softly, "Did the gentleman say what it smelled like?"

Wen Zijin held the cup of tea in his palm and warmed his hands and shook his head, "Mister didn't make it clear, Zijin didn't smell anything."

The girl confessed the truth without thinking about it, but Ye Ran was even more flustered, especially since the inner room was full of the girl's fragrance, which made it impossible to calm down.

Can't help but think of yesterday's absurd act, Ye Ran looked at Feixue outside the window with dim eyes and said in a low voice: "Maybe Mr. Xu heard it wrong?"

"Well, Zijin thinks the same way." When he was growing tall, Wen Zijin was very hungry, not to mention there were delicious pastries in front of him, and he couldn't help eating a few pieces.

The pastry has a soft and glutinous fragrance, sweet but not greasy, and the most important thing is to eat more without worrying about toothache.

In recent years, my mother always talked about eating less sweets, so Wen Zijin always saved some pastries.

Wen Zijin held the pastry in one hand and swallowed it in small mouthfuls. Seeing that Sister Ye seemed to be thinking about something, that delicate Emei also frowned.

In the past few years, I have rarely seen Sister Ye with such a melancholy expression. Could it be that she misses her relatives near the end of the year?

After all, she has never heard Sister Ye mention her family, and every New Year's Eve she stays alone, maybe she is homesick.

"Sister Ye, are you unhappy?" Wen Zijin asked worriedly.

"No."

Looking at Sister Ye's calm face, Wen Zijin felt that she had made a mistake just now.

The charcoal fire in the inner room creaked softly, Wen Zijin got up hesitantly, reached out and moved the cushion to Sister Ye's side.

"This year's New Year's Eve, my father can't go back to Jingzhou City for the New Year's Eve due to business. Zijin will spend New Year's Eve with Sister Ye, okay?"

Ye Ran turned her head to look at the girl beside her, the fragrance gradually dispersed, she held the clothes tightly between her fingers and said, "I'm so sleepy in winter, I'm afraid I won't be able to watch New Year's Eve with my young master."

Wen Zijin was a little disappointed. Sister Ye was always used to being alone, but she seemed to be bothering her.

"Well, it's okay, Zijin understands." Wen Zijin eased his emotions, smiled with his eyebrows bent, and then reached out to hold the tea and took a sip.

Ye Ran could see the subtle changes in the girl's emotions, but she still didn't dare to agree easily.

What happened yesterday must never be repeated.

Just when Ye Ran made up his mind, the girl next to her suddenly turned her head and approached: "If Sister Ye is homesick, it's better to go back earlier, Zijin won't stop her."

Wen Zijin's eyes were full of determination. Although he was reluctant to part with it, one cannot be selfish.

Ye Ran raised his hand to touch the girl's warm forehead, and gently pushed away a little distance in response: "Why did I ever say I'm going home?"

The girl clumsily stepped back following Ye Ran's fingers, a warm sun-like smile reflected in her perplexed eyes.

The delicateness under the cool fingertips made Ye Ran covetously, the girl stretched out her hand to hold Ye Ran's hand and said happily: "Are you really not going back?"

"En." Ye Ran didn't take back his hand in a daze, and his eyes fell on the girl's white hand erratically. It was so small when he was a child, but now it is so big.

"Great!" Wen Zijin heaved a sigh of relief, letting go of the worries in his heart, "If Sister Ye's house is far away, and the trips are long, maybe we won't be able to see each other until the next spring."

Ye Ran gently held the warm palm back, and the girl's straightforward words echoed in her ears, her cheeks were slightly flushed and she said in a soft voice: "Young master will be fourteen in the coming year, what birthday gift does young master want? "

The sudden surprise hit Wen Zijin's head a little dizzy, thinking seriously, but couldn't think of any birthday present.

In the past, my mother would give her personally made robes, the Four Treasures of the Study, or other books.

Seeing that the girl was very embarrassed, Ye Ran said: "There is no hurry now, let's talk about it when the young master thinks about it."

"En." Wen Zijin nodded happily.

The held hand warmed a lot, Ye Ran hesitated to take it back, but unexpectedly, the girl still held it tightly and refused to let go.

Ye Ran pursed her lips slightly and called out, "Young Master..."

Wen Zijin reacted subconsciously, quickly let go of the hand he was holding, and said shyly, "Sister Ye's hands are too cold, Zijin just wants to help warm it up."

It's over, this will definitely be treated as a hooligan by Sister Ye!

"Well, I know." Ye Ran hid his hands in his sleeves, but he never dared to look at the young and sincere face of the girl.

After all, compared to the girl's frankness, she was full of lies.

He obviously wanted to get closer to her.

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