Don't bully for the time being?

This is really knowledgeable and worth exploring.

But Han Yi responded and ran away in panic. He was afraid that he would stay for another second, so he couldn't help laughing.

Yang Sine's old face turned red and she sighed that her father was difficult to do. Last time, she saw the two hugging each other and almost kissing her. She was always worried because he was still hesitant about this matter. He couldn't let Han Yi cook the raw rice into a cooked rice, otherwise he would have no choice but to retreat.

He came to Yang Feixue's boudoir with a good sense of knowledge. Han Yi slightly tidied up his appearance. After all, he was here to pick up girls. Now he is not qualified to play bald, so he still has to pay attention and knock on the door lightly.

"who?"

Yang Feixue's light and beautiful voice came from inside.

Han Yi didn't make a sound and knocked on the door again.

"Who?"

The voice was a little impatient. After a moment, the door opened. A graceful girl stood inside the door, showing her beautiful and fair face, clear eyes, wearing a green shirt and skirt, and her figure became more and more charming. This is really a change in the age of a woman. The innocent girl used to have become a graceful lady. Unfortunately, her sharp eyebrows were frowned and she did not show her unparalleled smile.

But Han Yi believed that she would definitely smile.

"Han Yi?"

When Yang Feixue saw Han Yi, she was slightly surprised and looked at her cherry mouth, which was extremely cute.

Han Yi waved and smiled, "Beautiful Yang!"

Yang Feixue closed her rosy lips gently and said, "You - how did you come?"

Han Yi thought that Yang Feixue would definitely have a trick of breastfeeding when she saw him. His hands were slightly opened, but he didn't expect that Yang Feixue not only did not have any surprises, but instead seemed a little unhappy. A thought suddenly appeared in his heart. Could it be that someone in the room? He glanced into the room and tentatively said, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Yang Feixue was stunned, shook her head quickly and said, "No - No, I am certainly happy if you can come to see me." After speaking, the sound was like a mosquito sound, and a blush floated on her fair melon-shaped face.

But I can't see any joy in you. Han Yi is a little depressed.

Yang Feixue turned her body sideways again and said, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

She completely didn't realize that this was Han Yi's first time to enter her boudoir. You should know that the boudoir in ancient times should not be random, but should be responsible.

"oh!"

After she did this, Han Yi suddenly became a little restrained. He nodded honestly and broke into Yang Feixue's boudoir. He had already planned to take responsibility, so he did not consider these things at all.

When you come inside, you can smell the fragrance. It is not the smell of perfume, but the natural body fragrance of the girl's house. However, the difference between Yang Feixue's boudoir and Xiao Wuyi's magnificent boudoir is that Yang Feixue's boudoir is very simple and elegant. There is a small dressing table in front of the window, but there is a bronze mirror and a little dressing product on it. Yang Feixue is active by nature and doesn't like makeup very much. However, she is naturally beautiful, and today's cosmetics will only deprive her of beauty.

There is a low table next to the dressing table, a thick leopard blanket is covered with the low table, and the four treasures of the study are placed on it. The ink is not dry, and the pen is also held, and there are also many papers full of dense black spots. Obviously, Yang Feixue was writing something just now.

Of course, Han Yi was now unintentionally looking at Yang Feixue's bedroom. What he cared more was that Yang Feixue seemed to have something to do, and seemed a little out of her mind. She asked carefully: "Feixue, are you angry that I will see you for a long time?"

Yang Feixue shook her head gently and said curiously: "Why are you asking like this?"

Han Yi said: "I think you seem a little unhappy when you see me."

"Is that true?"

Yang Feixue felt dizzy on her cheeks and her lips moved, and she said, "I'm very happy if you can come to see me, but."

Han Yi hurriedly asked, "But what?"

Yang Feixue lowered her head slightly and said, "But you'll be able to come a few days later."

Could it be that her aunt is here? But I didn't want to do anything. Even if I think about it, your father had told me just now. Han Yi said confusedly: "What do you mean?"

Yang Feixue raised her head again, looked at Han Yi's nervous expression, and felt sweet in her heart. She suddenly whined and giggled with a thunderous sound.

What's going on?

Han Yi was confused. For him, this girlish heart was the most difficult to understand, because he had never been in contact with before, and he knew the slut very well, just one look, and there was no need to talk too much.

Seeing Han Yi looking at him blankly, Yang Feixue shyly said, "If I say it, you won't laugh at me."

Han Yimuna nodded, he just wanted to know the reason now.

Before she said that, Yang Feixue smiled first, then pursed her lips and said softly: "Actually--in fact, I always wanted to come to see me. There were a few ****s that couldn't help but want to find you, but for some reason, the more I miss you, the more I felt like God's help, and I felt very satisfied with the story. At first I didn't understand why this happened. It was not until the previous few ****s that I realized that the heroine's longing for the hero in this story happened to be written in my story. If I didn't miss you and hadn't tasted this feeling, I wouldn't know how to start writing. Therefore, I made you miss you even more, and planned to write this last section and go to find you again, but I didn't expect that you would come."

As she spoke, a look on her face that was not consistent with her age.

After hearing this, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are so scared that I thought."

Yang Feixue blinked her clear and beautiful eyes and said slyly: "Why?"

"nothing?"

Han Yi said a little embarrassedly.

Yang Feixue smiled lightly, obviously knowing what Han Yi meant, and she was very happy, but she didn't point it out.

Han Yi looked at her with a little blame, reached out and took her soft little hand, came to the table to sit down, and said, "I said you are really a story, just a story, why bother to be so serious."

Yang Feixue asked without answering, "If you don't write seriously, then you'll still write it. Besides, if you don't like it, you may not be able to write seriously, but if you like it, you won't be able to write seriously. When you write "White Life and Death Love", you must have written it seriously, so so many people will cry."

I just write it casually, and I fool people into tears. Isn’t that easy to pick it up? Han Yi certainly wouldn’t say it out loud, and sighed: “I don’t mean that, I just said, you are an innocent girl, there is no need to write so badly.”

"What is abuse?"

"Uh, it's just very tangled."

Han Yi said with a smile and said, "Actually, you can write some more joyful plots, yes, love, kiss and hug. If you don't understand anything about this, you can ask me any time. No matter how busy I am, I will definitely answer you in detail, so that you can write your feelings, thinking is like a smudge, no, thinking is like a spring, and writing is like a god."

Yang Feixue blushed and snorted with a hint of shyness: "You have bad ideas, so I won't be fooled by you."

Sun! I was seen through! Han Yi said without changing his face: "This is normal. What should I write about this love novel if I don't write these?"

After saying this, he felt that he suddenly turned into a big bad wolf, and said, "Oh, of course, I can't write all this, so I will become a little yellow article, but I must have knowledge about this. This feeling is so strong, right? Is it? People also reacted to it when I see it. No, no, I feel that it happened that I am here today. It is better to choose a date than to be a day. Otherwise, I will teach you first, are we prepared for any trouble?"

The more he talked about this, the more he felt that it was quite reliable. It was purely literary exchange and very open-minded.

Yang Feixue looked at Han Yi with a slanted look and said, "I can ask Sister Wuyi this."

"ah?"

Han Yi's heart skipped a beat and said, "Are you very familiar with her?"

Yang Feixue nodded and said, "Sister Wuyi came to me a few days ago. She told me at that time that if you have any intention of bullying me, let me tell her immediately."

What does this female devil mean? No attempt can be done? Han Yi's mouth twitched.

Yang Feixue pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "But I won't tell Sister Wuyi."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You——!" Yang Feixue said first: "Because you will not bully me, I will not wrongly accuse others."

Han Yi almost bit his tongue, "You - you are so smart. I - of course I won't bully you, it's too late to love you." He thought to himself, it seems that I have to invent a Xinhua dictionary to redefine the meaning of bullying.

Yang Feixue gave Han Yi a light look, looking quite proud, suddenly remembering something, and said seriously: "But Han Yi, I finally know why you wanted to write Xiong Fei and Cui Jingjing to death."

"Why?" Han Yi said in amazement.

Yang Feixue said in surprise: "Don't you know it yourself?"

"Uh, of course I have my considerations. I'm asking you what you think." Han Yi barely said.

Yang Feixue was a little fascinated and said, "I was not very clear when I saw the white life and death love. It was not until I started writing stories that I gradually realized it. You used to say that love was sweet, but I thought love was not just sweet, but also pain, longing, happiness, and sadness. Moreover, love is love. Only love and not love have nothing to do with separation. As long as you love each other, reunion and separation are actually happiness, because love is unchanging and has nothing to do with marriage. Sometimes a moment of heartbeat will surpass the wedding candle."

Han Yi was slightly stunned when he heard this. When did this little girl become a philosopher?

Yang Feixue said, her expression was a little moved and excited. She raised her head, stared at Han Yi, and shouted softly: "Han Yi."

Han Yi subconsciously said "hmm".

Yang Feixue stumbled twice before saying, "Actually, being able to meet you is the greatest luck in my life. I am already very content. Even if we cannot be together in the future, I will have no regrets!"

As she wrote, she put herself and Han Yi into the story. She also knew that there were many difficulties between her and Han Yi. In the past, she always thought that she would not marry if she was not Han Yi, but now her mood has gradually changed. She felt that it was worth it to love and she did not need to pursue a perfect result.

No! This little girl is so obsessed with writing.

Han Yi exclaimed in his heart, and his right hand subconsciously hid the gift behind him.

Yang Feixue happened to see it and said curiously: "What are you hiding?"

Han Yi said panickedly: "No—No."

"Although said no."

Yang Feixue's eyes turned and said, "Is it a gift for me?"

No! You can guess this. Han Yi was crying and said, "Can I say it, right?"

Yang Feixue pouted her mouth.

Han Yi had no choice but to give the gift.

Yang Feixue took it in surprise and couldn't wait to take it apart. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the innocent girl, "Oh! They are the four treasures of the study, I'm missing these."

Han Yi was demented with his eyes and murmured to himself: "Why do I feel like I am burying my love with my own hands?"
Chapter completed!