Moonlit night.

Broken view, behind the statue.

Next to the fire.

The beautiful lady with bright eyes and a charming look lowered her head with her eyelids slightly drooped and her pretty face blushed.

Seeing that her lover finally looked at her, she stopped looking at Zhao Rong.

She was biting a red ribbon with her pearly teeth, and her arms were raised to tie up her three thousand strands of black hair behind her head.

Zhao Rong suddenly stood up.

Su Xiaoxiao shuddered slightly, still not looking at him, but her pretty face became even redder.

Like a drop of red ink on the snow.

Zhao Rong walked up to her.

Her eyelashes trembled.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and scratched the tip of the beauty's delicate nose, gently pulled the red ribbon between her lips, walked behind her and helped her tie her hair.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and suddenly the corners of her mouth and eyes curved.

Behind her.

From Zhao Rong's angle, he could just see Su Xiaoxiao's smooth jade back, which was only tied with two thin straps around her slender waist.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but stare at the cute bow. Just a slight tug...

He swallowed and cursed inwardly, "Little Fox."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Don't tilt your head."

"oh"

She responded obediently.

There was soft hair between Zhao Rong's fingers. It felt slightly cold, but felt great.

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip and looked happily at the statue in front of her.

At a certain moment, she let out a light exclamation.

"Zhao Lang, this place... looks like Yuanyuan Temple."

Zhao Rong asked casually, "What is Yuanyuan Temple?"

Su Xiaoxiao pointed with her jade fingers and listed everything like the back of her hand.

"Yuanyuan Temple is located in Qiantang Mountain. It is also an uninhabited Taoist temple. It is round, just like this one. Well, there are also statues. The statue in Yuanyuan Temple is a goddess. I don't know where the head of the statue here has gone..."

"Xiao Xiao first awakened her spirit in Yuanyuan Temple. It was summer at that time. Yuanyuan Temple was like Xiao Xiao's home. Xiao Xiao would go there to clean it every few days and stay overnight. But it was in a remote location and almost no one had ever been there. The only time someone had been there was when that handsome scholar went to Beijing to take the imperial examination... Hey, why did Zhao Lang knock on my door?"

Su Xiaoxiao puffed her lips, opened her eyes wide, and spoke in an aggrieved tone, but a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

After hearing something, Zhao Rong gave her a chestnut.

"Are you thinking about another handsome scholar again? You silly girl, you were quite brave at that time, and you dared to take the initiative to flirt with him? Did you ask me?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled, "Zhao Lang, I didn't know you at that time, how could I ask you? At that time, Xiaoxiao wanted to find her ideal husband, but Zhao Lang didn't show up, so she foolishly tried. Besides, that handsome scholar ran away, and Xiaoxiao didn't talk to him. After that, Xiaoxiao never did this again. However, Xiaoxiao did meet many handsome scholars..."

Zhao Rong helped her tie up her hair and looked at her with satisfaction.

Hearing this, he raised his hand to give her another chestnut, but the little girl had already jumped back.

She raised her head, her eyes were gentle, and she said softly:

"But in Xiaoxiao's eyes, none of them are as good-looking as Zhao Lang."

Zhao Rong's face turned red and he coughed, "How am I good-looking? Didn't you say I'm ordinary?"

"ah!"

The little girl threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms, her voice soft, as if she was trapped in a cloud.

"Now I just think you're pretty. You're pretty. You're pretty. I just want to see you..."

The beauty in my arms started to act coquettishly.

Come to think of it, this seemed to be her first time acting like a spoiled child, as a lover.

Zhao Rong could hardly bear it, mainly because the girl was wearing cool clothes and was "bumping around" in his arms, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

This is also what Zhao Rong thinks is the most attractive thing about Su Xiaoxiao.

Because she is usually so innocent, she occasionally does some irritating things, and you don't know whether she does it intentionally or unintentionally, plus her great-grandmother, whom Zhao Rong has never met, taught her some strange things.

Zhao Rong was having a headache, but at the same time... he was secretly looking forward to it?

"What's so good about me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao stopped twisting her body, raised her head in her lover's arms, stretched out her delicate hands and carefully stroked Zhao Rong's face, sliding down.

His sword-like eyebrows.

“It’s nice here.”

The corner of his eye.

“It’s nice here.”

His straight nose.

“It’s nice here, too.”

And his pouty lips.

“It looks better here.”

Zhao Rong laughed and said, "Alright, alright, you little flatterer."

“Chuckle, chuckle—”

Su Xiaoxiao buried her little head in Zhao Rong's arms and smiled foolishly.

Zhao Rong shook his head and held her in his arms as he walked to the front of the statue.

Looking up, the statue was shabby, and one could vaguely see that it was once covered in red paint. The missing head was now submerged in a beam of moonlight.

He turned his head and followed the moonlight. It turned out that the light was coming from a hole in the roof. Judging from the shape of the gap, it looked like a skylight that had been artificially made.

There was a small patch of stars showing in the east.

Zhao Rong looked up for a while and then lowered his eyes.

After the statue lost its head, Zhao Rong would not have been able to recognize its gender if Su Xiaoxiao had not said it was a goddess.

Zhao Rong looked at it carefully again, but still couldn't tell which Taoist deity it was.

The little girl said that Yuanyuan Temple was the first place she saw after she was awakened. Now she and him have formed a relationship here, which is quite a fate...

Zhao Rong frowned: "Silly girl, how did you find this place in the middle of nowhere this afternoon?"

"Well, I thought you didn't want me this afternoon. I was dizzy and kept running. When I got tired, I ended up here... Zhao Rong, let's go get warm by the fire. I'm cold."

Su Xiaoxiao buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, greedily enjoying the warmth, her voice muffled.

Zhao Rong thought about it, nodded slightly, hugged her tightly, and went back to sit by the fire.

Su Xiaoxiao hugged his waist, sat in his arms, and leaned against him with her head down.

The two were speechless for a moment.

After a while.

Seeing that Zhao Rong still didn't move, Su Xiaoxiao secretly looked up at him.

I saw him staring at the fire in a daze.

Well, you still say Xiaoxiao is stupid, you are also a fool...

She was dressed lightly and felt a little cold.

On the left is a blazing fire emitting heat, and on the right is a broad, strong and warm chest.

She made her choice without hesitation.

Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed, and he felt his belt being secretly untied by some small hand.

At this time, he was only wearing a thin robe, with nothing underneath...

But before he could react, the little fox demon in his arms suddenly opened his double-breasted robe and hid her delicate body inside.

Two pairs of lotus-like hands tightly embraced his waist.

The jade body and he were intimately blended together.

The rainbow-like arc was pressed very straight, and the two people's hearts were very close.

This is a real nephrite.

My nose was filled with her fragrant and virgin body scent.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and held her, but still did not make any other moves.

“Mmm~”

Su Xiaoxiao uttered a few coquettish nasal sounds, stretched out a hand as white as jade and as smooth as cream, and tried to hold Zhao Rong's big hand.

Just as her fingertips touched, Zhao Rong grabbed her wrist in an instant.

Su Xiaoxiao was like a little deer in the forest, with her little head shrunken, a timid expression, and looking up at her lover with delicate eyes, waiting for the punishment after making a mistake.

But the next moment.

Zhao Rong released her slender wrist, gently held her hand with both hands, looked down at it carefully, and suddenly, he rubbed her lovely fingertips.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly, and her charming big eyes blinked, her gaze moving back and forth between Zhao Rong's face and her held hands.

A strange question came out of Zhao Rong's mouth.

"Did you get pricked by a needle while embroidering the sachet?"

"Um."

Su Xiaoxiao has a soft nasal voice.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and gently sucked on a few green fingertips.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled, her eyes filled with love.

"Then I'll change it for you later, one that won't prick your hand."

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

He blinked, his eyes clear.

I don’t know what the lover is going to do, to observe her needlework?

But she still nodded her head stupidly.

Not long.

A large robe was propped up next to the fire.

There were two people hiding inside.

A scholar and a little fox demon.

Someone gently pulled a bow.

The silk embroidered with lotus flowers falls smoothly along a curved arc.

The night is getting deeper.

The moon hid in the clouds.

The light inside the barrier dimmed and the flames flickered silently.

Everything is quiet...

Unless you can't help it.