The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 264: Stop talking and go to sleep

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Xiao An silently raised her head and looked at Pang Yi. She looked at Pang Yi's hand tightly clutching the spoon, and at Pang Yi's silent and stiff face. She felt a little sad and aggrieved for some reason. Before the aunt could speak again, Xiao An hurriedly walked over. While pulling the aunt out, she said with a smile: "Aunt, let's ignore him. Let's go outside and have a nice chat."

"Okay, my child has gone out and no one has talked to aunt for a long time." At that moment, aunt and little Anshi talked and laughed and went out.

Pang Yi was the only one left in the room. He looked silently at the bowl of ginseng chicken soup on the small table. The man who had moved his index finger just now had lost his appetite. He silently pushed the bowl away. He sat stiffly for a while, then got back into the quilt.

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Auntie is really talkative. She was able to chat with a foreigner like Xiao An until she was almost 8 years old. Xiao An was really sleepy and had never spoken so much to anyone. Her cheeks were so sore that she had long wanted to go back to her room to rest, but she didn't say anything. On the one hand, she was afraid of spoiling her aunt's interest, and on the other hand, she was not sure whether Pang Yi had fallen asleep. She was really embarrassed to face it. Pang Yi was awake, so he was chatting with his aunt at this time.

The aunt yawned and went back to her room to sleep. Little An washed her face and went back to her room. She was afraid of waking up Pang Yi, so she went into the house in the dark without lighting a candle. According to memory, she held on to the wall. I touched the kang bit by bit, and then I held the edge of the kang and rubbed it in little by little. As a result, I touched something warm under my hand after not taking a few steps...

The next second, Xiao An suddenly retracted his hand.

"You...why are you sleeping here?" Hearing the sound of turning over on the kang, Xiao An knew that Pang Yi had woken up. She rubbed her hands and said coquettishly, "Isn't it right to sleep here in the afternoon?" Is it inside?"

"Go inside and sleep." Pang Yi said in a deep voice in the darkness.

"Oh." Xiao An agreed softly, while carefully climbing onto the kang, for fear of touching the man's face again.

In fact, she was particularly reluctant to live on the same kang with Pang Yi, but there were no other rooms in her aunt's house, and she couldn't sit outside in the hall all night. In such a cold day, she would definitely freeze, and It would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the aunt and uncle, and it was even more impossible to drive the sick Pang Yi out, so she could only bite the bullet and climb onto the kang.

In the darkness, Pang Yi listened to the rustling sounds coming from around him. He knew that it was the sound of little An's taking off her cotton-padded jacket. He thought about the appearance of the colorful and ill-fitting cotton-padded jacket on little An's body. , his heart suddenly jumped into his throat, he swallowed hard, forcing himself not to think about it, but as the quilt on his body moved up and down, he was not very awake in the first place. My mind suddenly became a mess.

Little An got into the quilt. The aunt thought they were a young couple, so naturally she only prepared one quilt. Of course, Little An would not fight Pang Yi for the quilt, so she pulled away a small corner of the quilt in vain. Covering his belly, he then quietly covered himself with the cotton-padded jacket he had just taken off.

"Are you feeling better?" The room was too silent and oppressive. Apart from the gentle breathing of the two of them, there was no other sound. Knowing that Pang Yi was not asleep, Xiao An felt even more depressed. , and now he spoke softly.

"Yeah." Pang Yi responded without saltiness, and then nothing more happened.

"Did you drink the ginseng chicken soup?" Xiao An asked again in a low voice. After getting along with Pang Yi for a long time, she had long been accustomed to Pang Yi's temperament of cherishing words like gold, so Xiao An did not feel that Pang Yi was perfunctory, so she asked in a low voice. .

"Didn't drink." Pang Yi said again, coughing lightly again.

"Why don't you drink it? It cost me a penny." Little An felt a little sad, but she didn't really feel sorry for the penny. She watched the ginseng chicken soup being cooked, and she never put her finger on it. It was the first time for a rich and noble girl to stare nervously at a pot of soup in the kitchen. As soon as it came out of the pot, she eagerly served it to the man, and even picked out the fattest and best chicken leg to add to it. , but they didn’t drink at all.

"I can't drink it," Pang Yi said gloomily. He didn't know if it was because of the cold wind. He felt that his heart was on fire and he felt very uncomfortable. He pursed his dry lips irritably. He buried his face in the quilt and said, "Stop talking and go to sleep."