Ah Ying was stunned and pursed her lips awkwardly.
She said timidly, "Father, why don't we let them go back?" Even though he said that, he couldn't tell his sincerity from his words.
Jisheng rolled his eyes at her and refused firmly.
"No, they have to go with me." "Alas." She let out a long sigh and looked helpless.
The little Ya rolled her eyes and turned her head to ignore these Birdmen.
They were all pretentious bastards.
The night was deep and quiet, and the moonlight was hazy.
Sitting on the bed, the little bastard held his chin and rolled his eyes.
The room was well decorated, with furniture made of rosewood, a pink curtain, and a soft quilt.
It turned out to be A Min's residence, which was specially made for her now.
But in this strange place, she couldn't fall asleep.
The vast space felt so lonely.
Even if her brother and brother Zhuoran lived next door, she was still a little scared.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and she jumped up in shock.
"Who is it?" "It's me." The little servant was overjoyed.
She jumped out of bed without wearing shoes.
She rushed to open the door and shouted happily, "Brother Zhuoran." She smiled slightly, but her eyes fell on her small and lovely toes.
She frowned and snapped, "Why don't you wear shoes?
It's so cold.
What if you catch a cold?" She didn't like to take medicine, didn't want to lie down to recuperate, and sick was like a war.
She was in pain, and the people around her were tired.
The little Yaya pursed her lips and said, "I forgot, ah..." He was already in his arms.
He closed the door and strode in.
Touching the bed, he felt a little cold.
"This girl doesn't know how to take care of me at all.
She always makes me worry about her." In such a cold day, didn't she know to add extra quilts and quilts?
Frowning, he stuffed the person in his arms into the box and found the old woman Tang in the box beside the bed.
He was quick and agile.
He pulled out the stopper, poured water, covered the lid, tested the temperature, and then stuffed it into the quilt.
He took out another quilt made of duck and velvet and covered it with it.

He was so busy that it seemed to be a matter of course.
The little Ya looked at him in a daze, a little dazed.
As soon as he turned back, he saw her dazed eyes staring at him.
He touched her forehead with some concern.
"What's wrong?
What are you looking at?" "Could he be sick?" She took his big hand and rubbed her face against his palm like a cute kitten.
He was moved.
"Brother Zhuoran, you're so kind to me." His good, his love, his love.
They were like countless threads entangling her, making her indulge in them and reluctant to let go.
Zhuo Ran smiled, handed her a glass of honey water, and sat down beside the bed.
"You're my wife.
It's not good for you.
Who else can I treat?" This girl must drink honey water before going to bed.
But now there was no servant girl around her, so if no one reminded her, she would not go alone.
The little girl blushed and took a sip of honey water.
The sweetness melted in her mouth and in her heart.
A wife who hadn't married before sounded good.
They talked and laughed for a long time, and the night was getting darker.
Little Yaya lay in the bed, warm and sleepy.
She yawned and wanted to sleep.
"Brother Zhuoran, is there anything else?" Go to sleep.
Zhuo Ran reached out and touched her little red face.
Her face was pink and tender, and her soft words were soft.
She was very moved.
"I'm very worried about you." This ship was full of pirates.
How could he rest assured that Little Girl had a room for herself?
The little Yaya's eyes were half closed, and she sighed comfortably, "I can take care of myself.
It's late at night, let's go to sleep." Zhuo Ran thought for a moment and said, "How about I sleep on the floor, so that I won't be scared the whole night..." "No way." A clear male voice sounded at the door.