Chapter 47 Convousness

After Song Yu left, Qiu Yao couldn't sleep again. It took a long time before she fell asleep in a daze. When she woke up, she was already close to noon. She got out of bed and pushed the door. She happened to see a person sweeping the courtyard and fixed her eyes. It was the maid who had been serving her in the Orchid Palace before.

Qiu Yao suddenly remembered that she once said that she was the maid of Jingfu. Now Jingcha and Song Yu are separated. Did she stay in Song Yu's house to show her position?

Qiu Yao didn't ask.

When the maid saw the door open, she turned her head and smiled, "Girl, wake up. I'll bring the girl's washing water." After saying that, she leaned the broom in her hand against a tree. Qiu Yao returned to her days in the Lan Palace in a trance. At that time, Jing and Song still had a tacit understanding that made people jealous, but now...

Qiu Yao touched her itchy nose and looked carefully at the streamlined but unpopular yard. After Song Yu rescued her from prison, she had brought her here, but at that time, she didn't look carefully. Now she found that including the two keepers who guarded the door and the two guards in the house, there was only this intimate maid left in Song Yu's house.

Thinking of the man's shameful scene, Qiu Yao's face suddenly became a little hot. Seeing the maid approaching, she put away the shy look on her face.

"Lord Song asked me to bring a message to the girl, saying that the girl should not go out for the time being, and Lord Song will arrange it freely later."

Qiu Yao answered sullenly, unscrewed the towel and wiped her face.

What the maid said was these days. Qiu Yao naturally thought that she would not see Song Yu these days. Unexpectedly, in the middle of lunch, she saw Song Yu coming in from outside the door. Almost at the same moment of entering the door, the originally converging eyebrows dispersed and replaced by a touch of tenderness.

Qiu Yao forgot that she had a vegetable in her mouth for a moment. She was so stupid and watched the fairy-like figure come in. She was as romantic as you. Even a gesture of lifting her robe and sitting down was so elegant that it was amazing.

"Is the food still appetizing?" Song Yu looked at Qiu Yao and looked at herself unconsciously. She turned back and asked the maid to get another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Qiu Yao was a little embarrassed. She withdrew her sight and picked up the rice grains in the bowl with her chopsticks. She didn't dare to look up at Song Yu's deep but charming eyes. "It's delicious... I didn't know you came back to eat, so I ate it by myself first."

"It doesn't matter." Song Yu's smile was deep. She always looked unrestrained in front of people. As soon as she arrived in front of her, she showed such a shy look. It was difficult for him to be happy.

Qiu Yao can feel Song Yu's tender and watery eyes without looking up. In a trance, she felt like she was in a dream, and her happiness was unreal. However, the more so, her embarrassment became more and more invisible. Song Yu did not speak. She did not dare to speak at all. She ate the pot of dishes closest to her absent-mindedly, and her mind was completely empty.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing. She put the dishes from other dishes into Qiu Yao's bowl, but she suddenly blushed. A grain of rice stuck directly to the corners of her mouth. Her heart moved. Her hand reached out a second before she began to think, and her bony index finger had gently wiped the rice grains away for her.

Duan Qiuyao has seen this kind of dog-blooded bridge at least five times in novels and movies before, four of which were the woman looking at the hero with a pair of innocent big eyes, and then countless pink bubbles suddenly rose around her... She knew that this reaction was not reliable at all!

The current situation is that a Yao's heart is as red as a deer's face and a pig's blood. She stayed there in the shape of a stroke. She thought she was not thin, but today she was shy and strange. A meal was like chewing wax. After a long time, she realized that she didn't know when she had Standing in Song Yu's study.

Song Yu picked up a sword from the table and handed it to Qiu Yao. Qiu Yao looked down and saw that the scabbard was carved with some complex figures, with an unusual momentum from beginning to end.

"Keep this sword by your side at any time in case of emergency."

Qiu Yao took it, but found that the seemingly heavy sword did not feel heavy in her hand. Its preciousness can be imagined. "Thank you, but I don't know how to use a sword. This sword seems to be very valuable. Will it be something violent when put it around me?"

"When I have time, I will teach you," Song Yug deeply glanced at the sword in Qiu Yao's hand. "There is a reason why this sword is placed beside you, and you will understand it." Song Yu instinctively didn't want to tell Qiu Yao that this sword was threw at her after Bai Qi sent her back. Thinking that her strongest opponent was interested in Qiu Yao, she didn't feel full of flavors.

"Who knows when you will be free." Qiu Yao curled her lips, and then realized that her words were a little coquettish, and her face was hot again. When she looked up, she happened to bump into Song Yuyoutan-like eyes.

There were a few complicated emotions in his eyes. He wanted to explore but didn't really look at it, but the friendship in it was obvious. Qiu Yao immediately remembered what happened when she first came to the mansion. Her pretty face blushed more, but she didn't turn her head away.

As Song Yu's beautiful and suffocating handsome face approached little by little, Qiu Yao felt that her reason was being drained little by little, and the soft and wet lips gently touched her, arousing a burst of throbbing in her heart.

Qiu Yao unconsciously closed her eyes and felt the delicate feeling of the seemingly thick but powerful arms slowly wrapped around her waist. Song Yu's kiss was different from the first short accident, different from the second hasty plunder, but gently and cautiously tossing around. Every transfer and touch seemed to take care of Qiu Yao's feeling. It made her feel warm, and then she held the sword and gently hugged her back.

Song Yu tightened her arms, and the force on her lips was also three points heavier. She gently pried open her teeth. The tip of her tongue carefully reached into the bright red mouth and slowly swept through every sweet corner of her mouth. Qiu Yao raised her head slightly, and her body couldn't help softening a little, and she unconsciously got closer to his arms.

The palm that stopped at the waist quietly moved up, and the temperature of the palm also rose a little. The slender five fingers gently swept across the waist and wandered up and down the beautiful curve of the spine, causing a slight tremor in the delicate body, and the breathing of both of them was a little heavier.

Qiu Yao had a ** body in modern times. Unexpectedly, this ancient body was better than before. Song Yu gently stroked it several times, and her legs were too soft to support. With a swd, she fell softly into Song Yu's arms.

The long sword in her hand fell to the ground. Qiu Yao was shocked and opened her confused eyes and stared at the intoxicating tenderness in Song Yu's eyes.

Song Yu held her firmly in her arms, and her eyes became darker because of Qiu Yao's almost inaudible delicate voice. Her lips gently left her little mouth. Her thick long eyelashes trembled gently. The little face, which was red because of confusion, was amazingly beautiful in his eyes at this time.

"The next days must be very sad. After this storm, I will marry you." Song Yu loosened her arms, bent down and picked up the sword that fell on the ground and handed it back to her. She seriously watched the confusion in her eyes slowly turn into Qingming, but the charming red cloud was more dizzy.

Qiu Yao grabbed the sword and nod her head, and then fled away from Song Yu's study.

Song Yu took a calm smile at her mouth and watched her petite figure disappear in the spring day outside the door in the afternoon.