"Well, I have to go back." Pang Yi nodded and strode out.
"Why are you panicking?" Xiao An called Pang Yi from behind. She took a new black cloak from the screen, walked to Pang Yi and put it on him. "Although it's spring, it's still cold outside. You're going to ride up the mountain. How can you not wear more clothes?"
"When did you buy it?" Pang Yi looked at the two white and tender hands on his chest that were tying the cloak belt for him, his face was a little gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. It seemed that he was enduring something.
"I didn't buy it, I made it myself," she said. Xiao An was a little shy. She didn't dare to look up at Pang Yi, otherwise she would definitely be able to sense Pang Yi's mood. Finally, she tied the knot. Xiao An gently stroked the cloak. She whispered. "I'm not good at sewing, and this is my first time. Naturally, the workmanship is rough, please don't find fault...ah!"
The next second. Pang Yi held Xiao An's face and suddenly kissed the chattering little mouth. Pang Yi kissed fiercely. The man who had always been extremely docile in front of Xiao An was unusually fierce and domineering this time. He held Xiao An tightly in his arms, ignoring her struggling hands and feet. He just wanted to kiss her, possess her, and eat her up...
"You...what's wrong with you?" After the long and intense kiss, Xiao An's lips were all red and swollen. She was a little shy, but also a little worried. At that moment, Xiao An didn't care about being shy and went over to hold Pang Yi's hand. "What's wrong with you? Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?"
"Nothing," Pang Yi tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, smiled at Xiao An, and said, "Go to bed early, I have to go."
"Oh," Xiao An was a little disappointed, but she also knew that Pang Yi would definitely not stay. She straightened Pang Yi's messy clothes and asked in a low voice, "Will you come tomorrow?"
Pang Yi didn't say anything. He bent down and kissed Xiao An's hair. Then he turned around and walked out the door. Xiao An stood there in a daze for a long time before he went over and closed the door.
Somehow, her heart felt a little heavy, just like the dark night.
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The wind blew as usual in the evening. It was still very cold in Ningguta in late April. Pang Yi did not ride a horse, but led the horse and strolled in the afterglow of the sunset. He did not want to go back, and even less did he want to stay in the inn, so he could only walk alone.
The cloak fit well, neither too long nor too short, just reaching the ankles. It was double-layered, warm and windproof. Pang Yi had never worn such a good cloak before. He held the horse with one hand and held a corner of the cloak with the other, gently rubbing it with his fingertips. He imagined how Xiao An had made this cloak stitch by stitch. It must have been difficult for such a wealthy and noble lady who had never done any housework to make such an exquisite cloak.
Pang Yi couldn't help laughing when he thought about Xiao An's clumsy appearance, but he stopped laughing as he laughed.
Although Zhong Mingwei didn't say it, he was Zhong Mingwei's confidant after all, so he naturally knew what kind of determination Zhong Mingwei had made. He felt sad for Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya, but he was also very confused.
He had always wanted to talk to Zhong Mingwei about him and Xiao An, but he swallowed the words back several times when they were on the tip of his tongue. He really didn't know how to start. Although Zhong Mingwei would probably not mind, it was certainly hard to say it. He had originally thought of waiting until Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya got married before talking about it. Then he would bring Xiao An up the mountain to kowtow and greet Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya, meet them formally, and then he could live with Xiao An openly in the future.
But now that something like this has happened, Zhong Mingwei has received such a fatal blow, and he may never recover in this life. As a subordinate, how can he only care about himself? Zhong Mingwei is his master, and he should live and die for Zhong Mingwei in this life. Now that Zhong Mingwei is so depressed, how can he enjoy happiness?
He felt guilty, whether it was towards Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya, or even Xiao Anshi.
He felt that he was the most shameless person in the world.
The hand holding the cloak gradually loosened, and the cloak fell down again. Pang Yi stared blankly at the last ray of setting sun as it disappeared, and he sighed weakly.
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