A few days before the winter, Cheng Wangfu came over and delivered two sets of clothes made by himself.

"Sister Lin, I want to discuss something with you."

After a few months, Cheng Wangfu was not as strong as he used to be, and now he is at best a lucky girl.

Rubbing her frozen red hands, she cautiously entered Ling Qingxuan's main house.

Feng Jue piled up firewood and couldn't help but leaned close to the main house, wondering what the whispers were between them.

"What's the matter?"

Aya Qingxuan held the needle and thread in her hand.

Everyone in the village is making fabrics. Anyway, she has nothing to do now, so she uses things to make.

Cheng Wangfu swallowed as he looked at the embroidered basket piled up into a hill and pinched the broken iron needles.

Sister Lin, is this embroidery, or is she practicing steel?

Cheng Wangfu didn't turn the corner, coughed twice, and said, "Sister Lin, I want to get married."

Cheng ah, the existing male protagonist is waiting for you in the city.

Cheng Wangfu was shy, "That...Actually, I like to be younger than me."

The male protagonist is two months younger than you, which is very suitable.

"Can cook, be careful and considerate, and tolerate me everywhere."

In the future, the male protagonist will open a restaurant for you, and you have given birth to five children.

"Sister Lin, don't look at how carefree I usually am. In fact, I can't stand people looking at me with disgust. There is only one person, and he treats me differently from others."

Isn't that the male protagonist? It seems that Xi's mission has been completed very well...

"So, Sister Lin, can you give me Lin Jue as a child foster husband?"

Cheng Wangfu had a sincere look on his face, and he saw the iron needle in Ling Qingxuan's hand snapped into two pieces.

Is this... Sister Lin is too happy?

"Although I am a few years younger than him, I promise that I will be your daughter-in-law, and I will treat your mother-in-law better than I am now!"

Aya Qingxuan touched the table, but there was no tea.

"Do you like Feng...Xiao Jue?"

Cheng Wangfu nodded, "I really like it! Apart from being young, Lin Jue is exactly my ideal type!"

She also wanted to raise her little husband a little bit, and she was very excited to think about it.

Without tea, Aya Qingxuan picked up another needle.

"Sister Lin, what do you think?"

If Ling Qingxuan was asked to weigh the pros and cons, Cheng Wangfu's proposal was acceptable.

Feng Jue's physique that easily absorbs the energy of the world, if it is neutralized with the heroine's halo, it is completely feasible to live in this plane.

After that, she will no longer be his world, and he will have his own life.

Ling Qingxuan lightly opened her lips, and just as she was about to open her mouth, Feng Jue's eyes filled with her expression flashed in her mind.

"Sister Lin?"

Cheng Wangfu waited obediently, but instead of waiting for Ling Qingxuan's answer, she waited until Feng Jue pushed the door open.

The little guy had a cold face, just like Ling Qingxuan.

He put down the teapot and teacup, sat beside Ling Qingxuan, and looked at Cheng Wangfu.

"Thank you sister for your liking, but I'm still young and don't plan to marry anyone."

Cheng Wangfu was very embarrassed. Everything she just said was heard by the child.

The girl explained: "Just because you are still young, we still have several years to cultivate our relationship, Lin Jue, do you... also dislike me?"

Feng Jue shook her head, "Sister is very good. In the future, my elder sister will meet a better and more mature person. That person is not me."

Cheng Wangfu was a little embarrassed to be educated so seriously by a child, but her own character was admonishing her. Feng Jue was euphemistic because her vision was too small. the person, not the person you love.

"I... I may have lost weight too fast recently, and my mind is a little confused. Sister Lin, I'll go back first."

Cheng Wangfu blushed, and looked like he was about to cry.

Ling Qingxuan didn't hold back, and didn't say anything more.

The door closed, blocking the cold wind outside.

The little girl is still threading the thread seriously, but she can't get it in.

A soft little hand reached out to help her thread the thread.

Feng Jue, who was silent for a long time, said: "Did your lord just think, maybe it's okay to agree?"

Aya Qingxuan:  …

After being accurately guessed by the little guy, Ling Qingxuan felt strange in his heart.

"Um."

Feng Jue pursed her lips tightly. After a while, she opened and opened her mouth again, but she still didn't say anything.

The chest is so tight, so uncomfortable.

The tip of the nose was also sore for a moment.

Was he not accurate enough that night?

My lord, I just want to stay in your world, other people's world, I won't step into it an inch.

After the thread was knotted, Feng Jue handed it to Ling Qingxuan.

He said in a slightly nasal voice: "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. Don't be angry, sir, I'll go out first."

The door opened and closed.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the needles and threads in the basket, and suddenly put them all aside.

She closed her eyes, and in the next instant, on the chair in the main **** space, the plain white and light-skinned person opened his eyes with ice.

【Sir, you are back! 】

The main system was on call at any time, and when she came back, it immediately appeared in front of her to welcome her.

Ling Qingxuan nodded lightly and wiped away the light screen in front of her.

After dealing with several affairs in a row, Ling Qingxuan was startled, and the strange feeling in her heart was dullness.

Even if she returned to the place she was most familiar with, it was still not smooth.

Time passed by and she got up from the chair.

Walking to the dining table in the living room, she waited for a few seconds and blinked.

She is not a person in the plane now, and she doesn't need to eat, she even forgot.

A habit that lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years was broken by her in just a few years.

The woman left the dining table and went to the tall bookshelf to choose the book she wanted to read.

Accidentally opened it, and there were traces of the little guy looking at it.

She read everything, but she also had the type of repeated reading, and the next few books were all read by Feng Jue.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or if he did it on purpose.

The woman whose heart is like still water is inexplicably anxious.

She wandered around this neat space, thinking about what she was looking at from various planes in her mind, and suddenly woke up.

Feng Jue became dependent on her.

This is a very bad habit.

In life, it is best to rely on yourself.

She couldn't let Feng Jue's habit continue.

After thinking about it, she was about to go back to that plane, but Yu Guang saw the little guy's door opened a corner.

Feng Jue never forgets to close the door.

When she walked into the room, she saw a square fog body comfortably nestled on the quilt.

"system?"

With a wave of Su's hand, the square mist was caught in her hand before it could dissipate.

The mist trembled and looked quite frightened.

Ling Qingxuan used her spiritual power to investigate and sensed Feng Jue's spiritual power inside.

In addition to finding out the function of this thing, it is obvious that this is a subsystem made by Feng Jue himself.

The cold eyes dimmed, and in this empty moment, the thing slipped out of Ling Qingxuan's hands and hid on the quilt again.