Chapter 459 (2/2)

Just because of the love between Yun Fengyu and Yun Yixuan, if you let Yun Yixuan know that Yun Fengyu's life and death are uncertain and his whereabouts are unknown, who knows what he and the general's house will do.

And Shengwu Si, I'm afraid that no matter what Yun Yixuan and the general's house do, they can't do anything to the general's house. So, can we hide it or not? We'll wait until Xuan wakes up.

At that time, maybe Yun Fengyu will come back. In that case, many unnecessary things can be avoided.

Chixiao and ChiYan are rare to see Ling Bai so serious, so they have to nod and say, ”we know. Don't worry about Ling.”

Ling Bai turns around and leaves with a faint hum. He is still at ease with the mouth of the red shadow guard. As long as they keep it secret, I'm afraid the general's house won't know about it for a while.

At night.

Ling Bai gently pushed open the door and went in. At a glance, he saw that in the candlelight bedroom, long Zixuan was lying quietly on the bed, half of his face was illuminated by the candlelight, and half of his face was hidden in the dark.

On the night of dragon dance, he sits on the low couch beside the bed, with his body lying on the bed and his head on his arm. He sleeps sweetly, and his breath is even and long.

He gently closed the door, walked toward the bed, bent down, picked up the little body of dragon dance night, walked gently to the soft couch by the window, put her on it, and then took off her shoes and covered the quilt for her.

Dragon Dance Night has always been a heavy sleep, this time it is too tired, so I was held to move the place do not know, move the body, sleep do not know how sweet.

Ling Bai looked at her red face, eyes unconsciously soft down, can't help holding out a big hand to pinch her face.These days, in order to take care of Xuan, she's really tired.

Eyes light falls to her slightly open, pink as petal general lips, then can no longer move, vision gradually deep, Ling Bai suddenly have a kind of dry taste.

Almost uncontrollable, he slowly bent down, toward her lips close to, sweet as if the same breath of fruit sprayed on his face, he instantly froze action.

As if his head had been hit hard, Ling Bai frowned, pinched his fists and was ready to retreat, but his body seemed to be fixed and could not move for half a minute.

He swallowed and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

”Cough...”

The faint cough started in the quiet bedroom, just like a basin of cold water splashed on Ling Bai's head. He straightened up and turned to look at the bed.

Long Zixuan coughed twice, and his body in the quilt moved, as if turning over.

Ling Bai immediately stood up from the soft couch and went to the bedside. He grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse.

On the bed, long Zixuan brushes and opens a pair of gray eyes. He looks at the dark blue bed tent on his head and has about three breaths. Later, his neck moves. He looks at Ling Bai, who is seriously feeling his pulse. The bottom of his gray eyes is a touch of disgust.

”Don't touch this seat.”

He is very weak, almost no strength, but still exhausted all the strength, mercilessly shake off Ling Bai's hand, pulled his wrist back.

Seeing his dislike, Ling Bai almost died of anger. How dirty is he? He was so despised by people. When he was facing his little feather, why didn't he see his eccentricity?