I, Qing Huan

"No, I'm here to deliver something, not deliberately..." Qing Huan explained hurriedly.

Nanyang shook her head and motioned for her to stop first, then turned her head and looked around. After confirming that there were no cameras in this corridor, she pulled Qing Huan towards their room.

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

"Buy too much." Nanyang sat down, took a pair of disposable chopsticks, broke it and then scraped the sawdust on it. She glanced around at the lunch boxes that covered the table. There was so much food for the two of them to eat.

"I was going to give Ziyan and Teacher Bai a copy, but..." Qing Huan thought of the movements she had just heard, her ears a little hot.

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

Nan Yang handed the clean-scraped chopsticks to Qing Huan, and took another pair of himself. It seemed that he didn't care about Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan's affairs at all. He only focused on the food in front of him, "These are all special dishes?"

"Well," Qing Huan nodded, and barely pulled back a little thought, pointing to some of the lunch boxes and said, "This is gourd chicken, that is Qinzhen rice skin, and the kraft paper bag is meat tongs..."

While she was talking, she stopped suddenly and sighed quietly: "I'm still worried about Ziyan."

Nan Yang felt Qing Huan's anxiety, so he put his chopsticks down and followed her words and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you...willing to listen to me in detail?"

"Well, you said."

"I have known Ziyan for two or three years," Qing Huan lowered her eyes and fell into a profound memory. "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 stom on her. At that time, all the voices scolding her on the Internet. Until now, there have been more black fans scolding her than her loyal fans. Ziyan is really good, we are behind us. The company is the opposite, and the fans are on the opposite side, but she never feels a little bit grudge against me. For a while, Xiaoye went home, and the company did not contact a new assistant to come over. The hotel is very far away from the set. Ziyan takes me to and from work every day, even if I shoot late, she will wait for me quietly, and then take me back in her car."

"Later, I was photographed by the paparazzi. The marketing account said that she was rubbing my popularity. My fans scolded me on her Weibo, but Ziyan didn't care at all. She still picked me up as before. I didn’t leave silently until my new assistant was in place. She is really a very good friend and a very kind person.” Qing Huan paused, with a hint of bleakness in her tone, “But, such a kind-hearted person. People, people who insist on showing gentleness to everyone, but have severe depression."

"I heard from others that Ziyan’s illness started about five years ago. No one knows what happened to her. I heard Xiaoye say that she collapsed at that time and stayed in the psychology department of the hospital for a period of time. She barely recovered after treatment. But then she entered the entertainment industry. Her company didn't treat her as a normal artist at all, and let her marketing number send her to the black-red route. She suffered all kinds of unprovoked things every day. Malicious abuse. I don’t know when it started. Her depression relapsed. Sometimes I went to sit in her room and could see a lot of medicines for depression on her desk. Her eyes were evasive when she saw people. The cat with its tail is in a state of tension every moment."

"I heard that she married Bai Jinqiu a while ago. I thought she finally found someone she likes, maybe she can slowly get out of such a bad state. But... Since the moment I met her and Teacher Bai, I felt The relationship between the two of them is abnormal. Ziyan has lost a lot of weight than before, and she has become tighter. I was worried about her, and I just heard their conversation...I..."

Nanyang listened silently, without speaking.

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

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

Qing Huan opened her eyes in surprise. This was the first time she had heard such words as helping others from Nan Yang's mouth.

Nanyang is a person who doesn't care about anything. Her duo's pale eyes will only make waves when she sees candied haws, game consoles, and herself. She and Nan Yang said these and did not want to get any advice, but these words were held in her stomach, and she had to find a close person to vomit. 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 pressed the corner of her lips, raised her faint tea-like eyes, and looked back at Qing Huan faintly, "She is the friend you care about, isn't she."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and the melancholy solidified under her eyes shook. After a short while, it turned into gentle tenderness: "Because it is my friend, you also want to help her?"

Nanyang turned his head and looked at the gourd chicken in front of him with a hum.

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing, her voice filled with joy: "You like me so much. You like it so much that you are willing to put down your body and care about my friends?"

"Yes, I like you so much."

Nan Yang picked up the chopsticks, with a slight smile on the corners of his lips. It is rare that he was not so serious, "What makes you still doubt this?"

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

Hokyo is an ancient city with a long history, and the food seems to have accumulated the strength of character for thousands of years. It is crisp and refreshing, salty, spicy, and sweet and not muddy. Nanyang ate both Zeng cakes, half of the gourd chicken, half a bowl of rice skin, and one steamed bun.

Qing Huan originally thought that Nanyang was just addicted to sweets, but later found out that she not only loves sweets, but all the good things. Whether it was the original hot pot or the snacks in front of her, as long as it was food, she was very interested.

How did you do it so much, but you are so thin?

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

Nanyang swallowed the food in his mouth and answered truthfully: "170 cm."

"Then... what about the weight?"

"46 kg."

"How do you stay 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 have been so thin and have abdominal muscles. Unbelievable."

Nanyang has not undergone any changes since its use forbidden three thousand years ago. His height and weight have not changed, and even the length of his hair and nails has not changed. It is normal for her not to eat fat.

"It's a pity that you are not an artist with your physique." Qing Huan sighed.

"Is this not good?" Nanyang finally had his fill, put down his chopsticks, "So, what you see me is always the best."

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

She concealed her anxiety with an extremely ambiguous tone.

She still remembers Nan Yang's two declines when she proactively courted her last time. She didn't know if Nan Yang was still thinking about the old man, and she was not sure whether she would refuse her like the last time. When she asked this sentence, she mustered great courage. She longed to be close to her, but she didn't want to see Nan Yang make unnecessary compromises in order to accommodate herself. So she stared at Nanyang's eyes tightly. If her eyes showed a little unwillingness, she wouldn't ask for it anymore.

Nan Yang's eyes were as indifferent as usual, there was no eagerness, no discomfort, and only said: "Then I will take a bath first."

Qing Huan asked uncertainly: "Did you agree?"

Nan Yang looked at her, his eyes a little puzzled: "Should I...should refuse?"

Qing Huan shook his head hurriedly: "No, I didn't mean that..."

Nan Yang hummed, got up gently and walked to the bathroom, taking the bathrobe.

Qing Huan's mind was dizzy, and she was still wondering whether Nan Yang's overly plain expression was willing or unwilling. The thorn hidden in her heart faintly moved again, and the pointed tail instigated the soft flesh in her heart, causing her to carry pain that could not be ignored in anticipation, and the emotion of joy and bitterness intertwined like an endless stream. The sea almost suffocated her.

After Nanyang finished washing, she also took a shower.

When taking a shower, she desperately told herself, forget all those random thoughts, she needs to focus, she can't let such a beautiful thing be mixed with her own evil thoughts.

When Qing Huan finished washing out, she saw Nanyang leaning against the bedside looking at the Kindle.

The pure white bathrobe clings to her pure snow-like skin, as if a porcelain white spoon is holding the warm milk, making it difficult to tell which one is whiter. Long black straight hair hung in front, rolling waves along the graceful undulations on his chest, full and charming.

Raising the hand holding the Kindle at will, and gently hooking the slender white fingers, pulling a few strands of soft black hair that obscures the line of sight behind the ear, revealing the tight and neat jaw line and the cold brilliance of the ear. diamond.

This woman is so pretty.

It looks like a mess.

"Nanyang." She called her name.

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

Standing at the door of the bathroom, standing barefoot on a small carpet, Qing Huan said softly, "Take me to bed."

As expected, Nanyang put down the Kindle obediently, and walked over without hesitation.

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, the tall figure curled up into a small shadow, like a pilgrim bowing under the skirt of a divine envoy.

With his head buried, Nan Yang used his index and middle fingers to grab the cuffs of his nightgown, and guided the soft cloth to carefully wipe Qing Huan's thin ankles.

The convex curvature of the ankle bone is exquisite like a delicately polished jade sculpture, with a thin layer of skin covering the beautiful jade lightly, and the fingertips are slightly scratched to reveal a pinkish red mark.

"The feet look good."

Nanyang spit out three words.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment to realize that she was boasting herself, her face turned red, her toes shrank, and she avoided Nan Yang's hand.

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

"Not dry yet."

Qing Huan twisted her calf, her face even redder: "Aren't you a cleanliness?"

Nan Yang pulled her ankle in front of her, and continued to wipe the drops of water on her instep with her cuffs, her voice soft and gentle, "Qinghuan, you are the cleanest person in the world."

Qing Huan couldn't stand on one foot, put her hands on her side, curled her fingers to support the wall behind her. Hearing Nan Yang's words like this, her heart and body became so soft that she almost couldn't support it.

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

"Nanyang..."

Qing Huan nestled in her soft arms, closed her eyes and buried her face in the cool shoulders.

"Huh?" Nan Yang put her on the bed, did not let go of her, and lay down following her posture, hugging 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 had done it many times before, but she wanted Nanyang. She has always been the active one between the two.

Nan Yang is too dull, maybe he is used to being served, so he always waits quietly in bed to kiss her. If he doesn't take the initiative to ask for her, Nan Yang may not remember her for a lifetime. Need to be loved.

In fact, Nanyang didn't want her.

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

Wrap your fingers around the knot of the bathrobe belt behind her, pull it gently, and the slender belt will be easily untied. Nan Yang lowered her head, and her soft lips touched the tips of her ears, falling to the earlobe, kissing the sensitive part behind the ear.

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

Nanyang rubbed her back like soothingly, carefully taking off her nightgown little by little. In the process of fading, Qing Huan trembled more and more severely, Nan Yang's touch not only did not relax her, but made her more and more nervous, so nervous that all the emotions deep in her heart came out.

The more Nan Yang treated her, the more frightened she was, that such a good person would one day leave her. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold her, because she didn't know who else had Nan Yang's past, she didn't know if Nan Yang's heart was still pretending to be another person, and she didn't know whether she and that person had a lighter weight in Nan Yang's heart. Which weight. The more confused she is, the more fearful she is.

Nan Yang noticed something, he moved for a while, and an uncertain voice came from behind:

"Are you... crying?"

Qing Huan covered her mouth and tried her best to suppress the choking in her throat.

Nan Yang turned her over and asked her to face herself, her eyes full of guilt: "I'm sorry, don't you like it?"

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

"What's wrong with that?" Nan Yang asked her patiently.

Qing Huan leaned forward crying and hugged Nanyang's neck tightly. She couldn't help it anymore, sobbing and speaking out the deepest obstruction in her heart:

"I, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that you like others, I don't want you to like others, Nanyang, 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?" Nanyang was overwhelmed by Qing Huan's sudden collapse. She didn't know what she had done wrong, which made Qing Huan feel that she would change her mind.

But Qing Huan just cried, crying and begging her.

"Nanyang, please, don't you like others, okay? I beg you, you only like me, OK?"

Such humble begging is like a small animal wagging its tail to its owner, kneeling on the ground desperately, begging to be safe and eternal by her side.

Nan Yang hugged her back, frowning distressedly.

How can she comfort her?

What can she do to comfort a girl with such a bad word?

Nan Yang tightened his arms and searched for the most beautiful sentences in his lackluster love words reserve, pondering back and forth, repeatedly voicing, for fear that the improper word of a word would make the woman in his arms feel false and fishy.

For a long time, she rarely joked with Qinghuan with a soft voice:

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

Qing Huan was stunned, and was stunned by Nan Yang's erratic question. He hesitated and said, "The statue? Is it big, made of marble?"

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

"……copper?"

"Yes, it's copper."

Nan Yang pursed his lips, his voice lowered, "Then, do you know, what do I use for?"

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

Nanyang paused, as if brewing. After a long while, his thin lips opened slightly, and he uttered an extremely awkward love sentence——

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

Qing Huan's eyes shook.

Nan Yang also seemed to think it was embarrassing for such words to appear in her own mouth. She was not good at saying these sweet words that were too straightforward, and the ends of her eyes were a little red with embarrassment. But when she looked at this woman who was suffering from gains and losses, she felt that she could put aside her face and dignity for a while, as long as she could make her happy, she could do anything.

Nan Yang calmed down his uncomfortableness, his ear tips turned red, and asked carefully: "If I say this, will you be a little happier?"

Qing Huan felt her instantaneously accelerating heartbeat, turned her head to the side, rubbed her tears on the pillow, and said in her voice: "I'm just afraid, you like others..."

"Don't be afraid."

Nanyang held her finger and placed it on her chest religiously, her eyes drooping slightly, and she said each word:

"I only love you in my life."

"I love you and will never change."

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

"Trust me. Even if I'm broken or broken, the pieces are loyal."