"This is to take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness." She put away her sword, put it behind her back, and took two steps back to distance herself from him.

Fu Feng laughed: "I am your enemy?"

"We will be friends forever, even closer to family members, three times better than family members." As if she felt guilty, she tried to make amends with an especially sincere look in her eyes.

"You are always good at speaking." His eyes dimmed, and finally he just smiled and said, "Don't you want to play with swords? Come on, I'll accompany you."

How to say it? If I say it, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back to the relationship we have now.

He was afraid that she would avoid him.

Shen Ye propped up his head and watched them compete. The competition lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, which made him tired. So he ran off to chat with Yanxu.

Yanxu set up a chess game and played back and forth with him.

After playing with the sword for a while, Fuxue and Fufeng stopped to drink tea. Fuxue pushed a cup of snow wine in front of him and said, "I brought it especially for you."

Fu Feng nodded without saying thank you. He poured a cup of wine, which was refreshing and refreshing, and the spirit of snow breath nourished his soul.

Fuxue called Yun over and leaned against her. She looked at Fufeng who glanced at her and said, "Don't say I'm not serious."

"When did I ever say that to you?" Fu Feng couldn't help but flick her forehead with his finger. "You've learned to take the initiative and put the blame on me."

Fuxue touched the forehead that he had hit with her fingertips and reached out to him again.

Fu Feng poured her a cup of snow wine.

Fuxue drank the snow wine and his eyes moved around, passing over Yanxu and Shenye, then looking at the divine beasts lying on the clouds, and finally his eyes fell on Fufeng.

He had taken out a medical book and was reading it, with the glow of the sunset all over his body.

Fuxue changed her posture and rested her head on her arms. When she was about to fall asleep, she seemed to see Fufeng looking at her. His eyes and brows were particularly gentle against the sunset glow, and there was a layer of warm halo around her body.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. In a trance, she remembered a sentence she heard when she was born into the world: "The young master should only see the paintings."

She thought that Fu Feng was a man favored by heaven and earth, and was a million times more handsome than the so-called young man in a painting in the world, and it was hard to find him in any painting.

The same is true for Master and Shen Ye.

Painting... Just learn to paint as soon as you wake up.

Fu Feng took a thin silk quilt and covered her with it. His fingers touched her eyebrows and separated immediately.

Fuxue felt someone covering her with a quilt beside her. The breath of Fufeng's wind was particularly strong, and she fell into a deeper sleep.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then restrainedly moved his gaze to the medical book in his hand, but he couldn't get into the state instantly.

When I saw her, I unconsciously wanted to look at her for a little longer. As I looked at her, I had wild desires and the idea of ​​touching her began to arise.

Yanxu glanced at them, with a hint of smile on his face.

"Master, why are you so happy?" Shen Ye raised his eyes and asked.

Yanxu smiled and shook his head, "You will know in the future."

Shen Ye never asked about the future that Yan Xu mentioned. Since he said that he would know in the future, then he would just wait. There was plenty of time.

As the morning light rose, Fuxue opened her eyes. She felt a little sleepy and dazed when she first woke up. She sensed the presence of Fufeng beside her and reached out to him.

Fu Feng put down the book in his hand and poured her a cup of hot tea.

The tea mist filled the sleepiness between her brows. She sat beside him, took a sip of tea, and stared at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in front of her in a daze.

After a while, Fu Feng took the teacup from her hand and replaced it with a still hot cup.

Fuxue turned her head to look at him, lowered her head and took a sip, then fell into a daze again.

Fu Feng glanced at her sideways, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

If she is just like this, and simply regards him as her closest friend, and is always pure in not having any feelings for him, then the next best thing is for him to just quietly accompany her. When she is in the mood, it is also good for him to accompany her.

But what he longed for more in his heart was to hold her in his arms.