Luo Qiao's chin rubbed against the top of Rong Huang's soft hair, and his voice was gentle, as if there was a pool of warm water.

"If I could meet you sooner, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

The twenty-five-year-old man has a broad chest and feels safe.

Rong Huang's right ear was close to Luo Qiao's chest, and the steady heartbeat thumped into Rong Huang's ear.

Rong Huang's white and tender ear tips showed a crimson color.

What's the use of meeting earlier, that is the original owner, not her.

Rong Huang whispered in his heart, with a sly smile on Furong's face, "What? Do you want to talk to me about the beautiful love of a childhood sweetheart?"

Luo Qiao had long been used to Rong Huang's strange words from time to time, but fortunately, he could understand most of them.

Hearing that Luo Qiao's auricle was slightly red, his thin lips rubbed against Rong Huang's ear tip, and he responded in a low voice, "Um, think."

Without waiting for Rong Huang to speak, Luo Qiao continued to fantasize, "You must have been cute and soft, like a glutinous rice dumpling."

Rong Huang carefully recalled how she looked when she was a child.

Eight or nine thousand years have passed, Rong Huang has long been unable to remember the appearance of her freshly broken shell. He only vaguely remembers the old folks in the God Realm who said she was like the little fairy who guarded Pan Taoyuan.

Rong Huang was so stupid when he was a child. He didn't know what Xiao Xiantong looked like. He thought it was a compliment, so he lingered for a long time.

Later, she happened to pass by Pan Taoyuan once and saw the little fairy boy at the door, Sanguan was almost destroyed.

That day, Rong Huang cried all afternoon, and the roof of Feng Xi's divine palace was almost overturned by her.

That little fairy boy is clearly a fat man with a big belly and can't see his toes!

Rong Huang was so angry that he found the old guys one by one and pulled out their beards!

Looking back at the past, Rong Huang withdrew his thoughts and said angrily, "I was the most beautiful little fairy at the time."

Luo Qiao let go of Rong Huang a little bit, and looked down at Rong Huang's white face like glutinous rice dumplings. His narrow phoenix eyes were full of smiles, and he couldn't help but leaned forward and took a bite.

The soft flesh on Rong Huang's face was choked by Luo Qiao, and when Luo Qiao let go, he let out a chirp.

Rong Huang: "???"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Luo Qiao noticed that there was a faint murderous surging in Rong Huang's eyes. He released Rong Huang with a strong desire to survive, and took two steps back, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Rong Huang sneered, and before Luo Qiao turned around, he grabbed the jade pendant in his sleeve and threw it over, "Go away!"

Luo Qiao hurriedly caught the jade pendant.

The high-quality jade pendant glows faintly in the moonlight and looks very beautiful.

This was bought by Rong Huang on a whim on the road.

Luo Qiao raised his lips contentedly and waved to Rong Huang, his voice was extremely gentle, "Love you."

Rong Huang rolled his eyes, groaned, turned his head and walked on his short legs and slipped away.

Luo Qiao let out a short chuckle in his throat, until he could no longer see Rong Huang's figure, and then withdrew his gaze.

Returning to the bedroom, Luo Qiao called a spy and asked him to find out the purpose of Minghui's visit to Hong Kong Jingfu.

No matter what their purpose is, if they threaten Rong Huang, Luo Qiao will never let him go back.

Unexpectedly, Wen Minghui had been thinking about Rong Huang, who was suspected of Wen Xiaoyu. After returning to the inn, he wrote a letter, tied it to the pigeon's leg, and sent it back to Beijing.

Luo Qiao informed Rong Huang of the matter, but Rong Huang didn't let Luo Qiao detain Wen Minghui.

Rong Huang was not prepared to conceal his identity, those people would always know about it in the future.

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On the day the Qinglong Army invaded Beijing, the sky was full of heavy snow.