"Zhao, you big-headed ghost Zhao Lang!"

"whee."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip and tilted her head to look at Zhao Rong's face carefully.

He was lowering his head and gently holding her hand, gently rolling up the white cloth and bandaging her wound.

Su Xiaoxiao has a sweet smile and beautiful eyes.

She just felt like she could never see enough, but she was not in a hurry because she still had a lifetime to live.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang..."

The little fox demon called softly again, with pearly teeth, pink lips, watery eyes, and a soft voice.

But there was still some sweet and nasal tone left from crying just now.

"ah?"

Zhao Rong blinked and looked up.

When Su Xiaoxiao saw her lover looking up at her, she stopped talking and just looked at his face with a smile, her eyes as bright as the morning stars.

This is her Zhao Lang.

She only wants that one person in her life.

Ever since she picked up that love-filled and heart-breaking novel when she was still a little fox, she has always dreamed of meeting a scholar who is like her and likes her, and having a love of her own.

Foxes are passionate.

The sisters in the clan often talked about finding more men in the secular world to serve as furnaces for practice.

But she didn't think so. She just wanted one lover.

Just like in the book, they grow old together and stay faithful to one person.

Perhaps this is also the reason why she is not liked by her peers in the tribe. She likes to read books, does not practice, has strange ideas, and her appearance makes the elders sigh...

But she doesn't care, she only cares about the people she cares about.

Seeing that she was smiling foolishly and not saying anything, Zhao Rong lowered his head and continued to hold her hand, bandaging it carefully.

She only frowned from time to time because the wound was so deep that it could be seen from her blood-soaked nails.

Zhao Rong felt very distressed and wondered whether he should go pick some herbs to apply on the wound.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang, little Zhao Lang~"

The little fox demon shouted foolishly again.

Zhao Rong felt a little embarrassed by her calling him that, but when he heard her soft voice become hoarse from crying, he couldn't help but feel even more distressed.

We were just friends before, and since she was a punching bag, I just bullied her.

Now... well, now she still can't help but want to bully him, but he is already her own baby, so she can only be bullied by him. She can't even bully herself.

Zhao Rong said helplessly: "Where did you learn this? It's so corny."

"That's what the books call him... Hmm, then what should I call Zhao Lang... Brother Zhao? Brother Rong? Brother Rong'er?"

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her little head and counted with her jade fingers.

When Zhao Rong heard the last name, his eyelids twitched and he quickly shook his head.

"Hmm."

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao thought about it again, and suddenly her eyes lit up, but then she became a little shy and asked tentatively:

"...How about calling me...husband?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked expectant.

Zhao Rong's body suddenly froze and he didn't dare to say anything.

Su Xiaoxiao happily called out, "Husband, husband~"

Zhao Rong raised his head and said seriously: "Xiao Xiao, actually the name is just a code name, you can call it anything you want, or..."

"Husband, husband, husband..."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and recited it, and found it catchy.

Zhao Rong interrupted her hastily, saying in a serious tone, "Let's just call him Zhao Lang. I think that's fine."

"Didn't my husband say it was cheesy?"

Zhao Rong was frowning. Isn’t what you said later even more disgusting?

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong, raised her other uninjured hand, but suddenly stopped halfway, rubbed it vigorously on her body, then gently reached out, touched Zhao Rong's face lovingly, and said seriously:

"Although Zhao Lang and I are just attracted to each other and have not met each other's families yet, Xiao Xiao is already yours. There is no rush. You can wait forever. It's even okay if Zhao Lang doesn't give Xiao Xiao a name..."

When Zhao Rong heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

Eh, in that case, I can tell her about Qingjun. She should mean that she can tolerate another woman. Well, then I don’t have to worry about her now. But Qingjun seems a bit difficult to deal with…

Zhao Rong's thoughts can travel a thousand miles.

But before he could be happy, Su Xiaoxiao's next words made him gasp.

"In books, it's normal for a man and a woman to love each other without a formal relationship, because they only like each other and have no other thoughts. That's enough, and I want it to be like this. After all, I'm a fox demon. But...if Zhao Lang can give me a formal relationship, I'll be very happy too."

Oh, you silly girl, you still want to eat alone.

No, we need to do some ideological work on this girl. Her thoughts, which have been corrupted by vernacular novels, are too corrupt. We need to update her with some universal values ​​of this world. Well, the Three Obediences and Four Virtues are so good. Even I have to adapt to the local customs.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was suddenly interrupted.

Su Xiaoxiao saw her lover's strange expression and suddenly became suspicious.

She smiled brightly and said:

"Does Zhao Lang have another woman?"

“…”

Seeing her expression, Zhao Rong wanted to nod, but he found that her bandaged hands were clenched into fists.

"It's okay, Zhao Lang...just tell me the truth."

Zhao Rong glanced down.

I saw that the thick white cloth that he had originally wrapped around him was dyed red again, and the area was getting larger and larger.

Zhao Rong licked his lips.

He said seriously:

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about? You are my only woman now."

Well, in a sense, it is true...

Su Xiaoxiao loosened her pink fists, and her big fox eyes narrowed into crescents again.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that it was a close call.

By the way, could this girl Xiaoxiao be a hidden yandere?

Ahem, that shouldn't be the case. That shouldn't be the case. Otherwise, she wouldn't have simply run away alone in the afternoon. She would have knocked me unconscious and eaten me alive...

"Zhao Lang, when we get to Duyou City, I will take you to see Grandma. Grandma is my only relative. She will definitely be very happy when she knows that Xiaoxiao has found a good man to entrust her life to."

"Um."

Zhao Rong responded casually, helped her take off the blood-stained white cloth, took out some clean water, washed the wound again, and replaced it with new white cloth.

"Zhao Lang, where is your family? You have never told me in detail."

"My mother passed away three years ago. As for my father, my mother said he is in his hometown in Nan Xiaoyaozhou. Well, he is gone."

"Oh, then I will accompany you to find your uncle later."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said nothing.

For a moment.

Next to the fire.

It became quiet.

The flames danced with crackling sounds.

The beautiful woman with her bare face had her eyes fixed on a man who was wrapping a piece of cloth carefully with his head bent.

He was in her heart.

finally.

Zhao Rong let out a sigh and put down the work in his hands.

As soon as he looked up, he met Su Xiaoxiao's gaze.

The two looked at each other.

Silent.

At some point.

Su Xiaoxiao slowly closed her eyes and raised her pointed chin.

The beauty has a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows, teeth like woven shells, lips like flower petals, and trembling eyelashes.

Zhao Rong's pupils shrank, his breathing quickened, he stared for a moment, and leaned forward.

The next moment.

There is a faint fragrance in the nose, soft jade in the arms, and sweet taste on the lips and tongue.

The petals feel warm and moist.

The flower dew tastes sweet.

Beside the broken viewing fire.

The two hugged each other.

This kiss means a lifetime of love.