Both sides smiled at each other and their eyes blended.

Jiang Chengjia whispered: "It seems that you have guessed my identity a long time ago. I... didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that I had many unscrupulous factors before, so I didn't tell you."

Ning Nanyou bent his neck and pressed against her forehead and said, "I know. Your identity is special. Your Majesty has a covenant with the Water Pavilion. You take into account the safety of your brother and refuse to tell me. I can understand it. Just like you have never asked me about my identity before. You don't want to say anything, and I don't want to force me."

He could understand her inner fear and concern at a glance, and without saying anything, she knew that she was not intentionally hiding it.

Jiang Chengjia smiled knowingly and finally felt a little more comfortable.

The two of them stood in the corridor and blew for a long time, but they didn't notice the coolness. They just felt warm all over and warm their hearts.

The tall "girl" leaned slightly towards "Little Langjun", with tenderness on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and said softly: "Tell me quietly. Before I confirmed your feelings, I had investigated your identity privately."

She asked curiously: "What did you find out in private that you think I am the master of the Water Pavilion?"

Ning Nanyou shook his head, and the depth in his eyes reached his eyes. He pursed his lips, his makeup was bright, his color was peerless, as slender as the moon in the sky, as shiny as a lotus in the water, and said in a low voice: "Shui Pavilion has always been meticulous in its work, how could I find anything?"

Jiang Chengjia narrowed his eyes and said in confusion: "Then what are you...?"

I saw him lifting up his snow-white sleeves, turning slightly under his feet, leaning on the pillar as if nothing had happened, and leaning on it gently, it became a picture of fairy spirit.

He whispered gently: "When I was capturing Song Zong in Guangxin, I saw the candle shadows of Shangwuxing and the breeze at Qianji appear around you with my own eyes. Since then, I have become suspicious of your identity. Later, I deliberately observed the people around you and often analyzed your actions, and then gradually found clues from it."

Jiang Chengjia saw the sadness and said nervously: "I think I have hidden it well, but I still can't hide it from you."

He smiled lowly, wrapped his arms around his chest, and said lightly: "Fool. If I hadn't happened to see the shadow of candles and the breeze wandering beside you in Guangxin City, I would have never expected your identity."

Jiang Chengjia hummed twice and said, "You can't hide it from the person next to you. So are you, so are I."

Ning Nanyou smiled brightly, hooked her waist, hugged her arms, grinned her lips and said, "It's great now. The two biggest secrets between you and me have confessed to each other. In the future, they will not be sowed and discredited by such things, and they will not misunderstand each other because of this. I am very satisfied."

A pair of powerful arms dragged her into her gentle arms.

Jiang Chengjia gently pressed her hands with her hands and murmured with peace of mind: "You are satisfied, and I am satisfied."

She was so tired of his arms that she suddenly remembered the injuries on his body, and hurriedly said, "Stop talking about this. I'm just quarreling with you, and haven't treated your wounds yet! It's late at night, and if I don't deal with it, I'm afraid it's dawn."

Jiang Chengjia hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and walked into the room.

Ning Nanyou entered the house under her drag.

The candlestick lit up the light, illuminating the entire room. The shadows of the two were printed on the paper window, swaying in a graceful manner.

Jiang Chengjia pulled him, walked quickly to the screen, and reached out to take off his clothes.

Seeing her impatient look, Ning Nanyou felt funny, so he teased and said, "Why can't Aluo wait like this?"

The beautiful "girl" with her eyes curled up and held her eyes slanted, with her eyes as charming as silk.

Jiang Chengjia's face turned red, and she was dressed in a man, looking like a white-faced young man teased by a hungry woman.

She gritted her teeth and said bravely: "Just can't wait. What can you do to me?"

She looked shy and dry, with a little charm in her purity, and a little bit of love in her breeze. A little bit, scratched his heart like a feather.

There was a trace of darkness in his eyes reaching his eyes, and gradually disappeared in the deep and sea-like pupils.

Ning Nanyou stared at her quietly and let her untied her clothes.

Jiang Chengjia found silk and scissors again, brought a basin of hot water, and took the golden powder she carried with her, wanting to clean and bandage his wounds.

When he returned to the house, he saw that he had taken off his women's clothing, naked, and obediently waiting for her to come on the slanting couch.

He is beautiful and perfect. The lines spreading down from the collarbones on both sides outline the strong muscles on both sides of the chest and abdomen, and keeps curved and gentle, and has a moderate tension. A pair of butterfly bones behind him are extremely delicate, like a butterfly breaking through the cocoon of pupa, and are about to rush out of the flesh and flesh, spread their wings and fly away. The concave curve between the bones connects the lower and hips. The tailbone is dotted like jade beads, protruding slightly, and is quickly buried in the deep concave gully, like winding dragon lines rising and falling.

A layer of scattered snow-colored cicada gauze covered his waist, covering his graceful and round legs, and his well-proportioned and beautiful feet exposed outside. He bent up slightly, hooking the green hip belt around his feet, elegance and elegance are with the flow. Willows are like eyebrows, clouds are like hair, and shark silk mist is covered with fragrant snow. Every quiet and moving is like jade snow in the Tianshan Mountains.

Just holding the soft pillow on the slanted couch lazy and casually, it is as beautiful as a painting.

The only dazzling thing on his body was probably the scars on his chest behind him. Old injuries and new injuries, one scar on the left and one on the right crossed and horizontal, unroutine and messy, making people unable to help but feel sad. It is unimaginable how much patience he has to endure so much pain.

Whenever Jiang Chengjia saw the scars on his body, his heart would feel as painful as a knife.

She had red eyes and lowered her head toward him.

Ning Nanyou leaned on the soft pillow, his eyes fixed, as if he was thinking deeply, and he did not notice her approaching.

It was not until her cold hands applied to her arms that the husband suddenly pulled back his thoughts and looked up at her.

Jiang Chengjia had spread his hair at this time, and had a little tied up his hair. He was lowering his head and carefully wiping his wounds with a soft squid.

His new injuries were repeated over and over again. He was soaked in the lake once and then dripped in another rain. Although it was treated in time, some inflammation still appeared, and there was even some heat on his body, which kept the fever going.

Jiang Chengjia became more and more angry the more she thought about it. She had tears in her eyes and began to say dissatisfaction: "If you are injured, you have to run around and plan randomly. Next time, if you dare to ruin your body like this, I...I will never pay attention to you again!"

Lang Jun's eyes were stunned, he let go of the soft pillow in his arms, and then stretched out his hand to carry her over to comfort her. Unexpectedly, she became angry and left a slap on his arm with a bang, and said viciously: "Did you hear what I said? Do you still want to hook me with beauty? Then fool this matter?"

He covered his arm in pain and shouted with laughter and cry: "How could I want to fool you? I want to comfort you!"

Jiang Chengjia didn't like his affection and said coldly, "Sit down quickly! I'll give you medicine."

Seeing that her expression was faint and there was anger between her eyebrows, Ning Nanyou sat up helplessly, turned around obediently, and pointed the wound at her.

She knelt beside the slanting couch, carefully treated the inflamed area of ​​his wound with silk veil and square scarf, moving little by little, as if wiping a rare treasure.

The inflammation in his wound was already a little severe. When he applied Jinchuang powder, he felt a strong sting.

Jiang Chengjia saw him. He was so painful that he was unbearable that he still gritted his teeth and held on. Even though the pain was so painful that he was trembling, he still didn't say a word, and could even straighten his body and remain motionless.

The mist that had just dissipated in her eyes gathered again.

These injuries were really nothing to him. Ning Nanyou had long been used to it. He looked pale, still holding his lower lip tightly, and he didn't feel it was bleeding when biting.

It was not until he heard a low sob coming from his ear that he suddenly felt calm, his eyes were stunned, and his heart trembled and his shoulders looked at the edge of the couch.

Jiang Chengjia held back the tears, his hands trembled slightly, and was wrapping gauze over his wounds.

Ning Nanyou's heart felt like something was grabbed by it, and it hurt a little, which was three points more painful than the hotness of his wound.

He bent down in panic, reached out his hand to touch her soft hair, and gently coaxed: "Why are you crying? Don't worry, these injuries are fine. I don't feel any pain at all."

Hearing his shallow and indifferent tone, she could no longer help but tears rolling in her eyes.

A "wow" cried out.

Ning Nanyou was startled, his face turned pale a little bit earlier. He hurriedly got on the bed, picked her up from the ground, hugged her on his legs, and said softly as if he was coaxing a child: "I...I don't hurt. I really don't hurt. Why are you crying?"

Jiang Chengjia couldn't stop crying, buried it in his shoulder hole, and tears slid down his shoulder blades, soaking the gauze on his chest.

The husband was at a loss and hugged her, gently plucked her slender jade fingers behind her back, coaxing her, "I promise you. I will never hurt my body like this again. A Luo... don't cry."

He is the least likely to coax people, his words are very dry and he has no skills.

But when Jiang Chengjia heard his promise, he slowly stopped crying, leaned on his shoulder and sobbed gently, and even swallowed: "Are you serious?"

Ning Nanyou was afraid that she would continue to cry, so he agreed repeatedly: "Really, really, all are true. I will never do this again. In the future, I will definitely consider my health first."

The girl cried red and her nose, hooked her hands on his neck, and hummed lowly, "You'd better remember what you said today."

The husband's heart was beating and thumping, then he calmed down: "I remember. I promise you."

She rubbed his neck and said vaguely: "In the future, you can't show off in front of me. You are already trembling in pain, and you have to pretend to be nothing. Your appearance makes me even more painful."
Chapter completed!