The castle is very large, and Fang Chi Xia took Xiao Yi behind the maid and looked at the castle while walking.

The corridor was very quiet, the afternoon sun was warm, and the mottled ground was scattered. However, Fang Chi Xia was inexplicably aware that it was a bit cold.

The servant walked in front, respectful from beginning to end, and did not say anything to her, quietly taking his own path.

Fang Chixia followed her behind her, her footsteps were slow, and she walked as she stared at the sides of the corridor.

When she passed through one of the rooms, her footsteps could not help but pause.

She didn't know why she stopped, like being pulled by a force, walking and walking, and the footsteps suddenly stopped.

On the side, she is facing a room.

The door is closed.

Who is living in the room, she does not know.

This room is for what to do, she does not know.

There is nothing special about the door, just a simple white tone.

It is the two paintings on the side of the door, which is much more attractive than the door panel.

Van Gogh's famous paintings, sunflowers and stars, and hundreds of millions of art collections.

Fang Chixia stayed at the door for a long time. She stared at the door and looked at the painting. She felt that it was the two paintings that attracted her to stop.

Fang Chixia was not very interested in the things that were too literary. After watching it, the line of sight was lightly received.

At a gentle pace, she followed the maid and continued to walk towards the end of the corridor.

After a few steps, I couldn’t help but stare at the door and look at it.

"Summer and summer, what do you want?" Next to, Xiao Yi’s voice suddenly came.

Fang Chi Xia returned to God and shook his head.

"No, let's go!"

Leading Xiaoyi, she stepped up to keep up with the maid's footsteps.

The figure of the two just disappeared, and another figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

Qing Muchen was holding Xiao Chenxi in the corridor of the corridor, staring quietly at the disappearance of Fang Chi Xia for a long time.

Make sure she didn't look back, holding Xiaochen, he step by step to the front of the door where the square was parked in the summer.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and the eyes glanced quietly at the direction of the bed in the room. He came to the window with a small morning light.

Did not say anything, just put down the small morning, then quietly took the door and went out.

The room was quiet and surprising, and a young man lay quietly on the bed.

The man seems to be sleeping, the long eyelids are covered with feathers, the sun is shining at the eye sockets, and the facial features are deep and addictive.

The afternoon sun quietly sprinkled, the man bathed in the sun in the sun, the jumping light and shadow leaped in the carved face, so that he let Xiaochen suddenly think of the ancient Greek **** sculpture standing in the back garden fountain of the palace. .

Xiao Chen was sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at him for a long time.

His eyes moved up and down on him, and his small hand tentatively touched his hand first, and was not rejected. She tentatively touched his face.

She was not big at all, and the arc of action was naturally small. It seemed to be deliberately lightened, like a man who was afraid of waking up and sleeping.

A small hand, with a warm heat, stayed on the man's face for a long time.

Soft, like cotton.

After touching it for a while, he was still not excluded, and she seemed to be courageous.

The little body fluttered into the man's arms, rubbed him on his chest, kissed him on his face, kissed him, and then, licking his neck, she pronounced it very clearly, "Oh!"