An Qiaoyan's method of using actions to comfort people was very useful to Yi Sheng.

He hugged An Qiaoyan's slender waist, buried his face in her neck filled with body fragrance, took a deep breath greedily, and said movedly: "Thank you, Yan'er, thank you very much, I'm so grateful.

You understand, thank you for your understanding."

"Yi Sheng, you are such a big fool. Do I, An Qiaoyan, seem to be a stingy person? Please stop blaming yourself. I feel so sad." An Qiaoyan rarely acted coquettishly, using a little woman's expression.

The soft tone made even her feel a chill in her heart.

"Okay, okay, I won't blame myself anymore, and you won't be sad either, okay?" The occasional act of coquettishness is quite damaging to Yi Sheng. The original gloomy mood was all swept away at this moment.

And empty.

Because he was holding the woman he loved most in his arms, his whole chest couldn't help but be filled with sweet happiness.

"Of course! If Yi Sheng is not sad, Yan'er will also be happy." An Qiaoyan smiled brightly, and she raised her excited smile.

Yi Sheng pinched An Qiaoyan's cheek, "Then you can sleep peacefully now, right?"

An Qiaoyan thought for a while, thinking with her chin, and then suggested weirdly: "I want to hear you tell a story before going to bed."

"..." Yi Sheng felt that his head was full of black lines. In the past, An Qiaoyan always had a strange habit. He always liked to tell her stories and coax her to sleep, but this child-like quirk has changed.

It has been more than a year, why did it happen again...

Yi Sheng sighed helplessly, resignedly covering An Qiaoyan with the quilt, and asked patiently: "Okay, what story do you want to hear?"

"Hmm... I want to hear the part where Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian poisoned Wu Dalang!" An Qiaoyan said this, her eyes couldn't help but shine with that kind of light called excitement.

"..." Yi Sheng was so stunned that he was speechless.

In fact, Yi Sheng thinks that telling stories is okay, but the taste of Anqiao cigarettes is very different from ordinary people. He likes to listen to such more historical stories, such as "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Journey to the West"...

This is very embarrassing. Well, I have to say that in this aspect, An Qiaoyan is still a relatively artistic person.

"Uh huh~~~Xiao Shengsheng, just tell me, okay?" An Qiaoyan revealed her watery eyes from under the quilt, and she boldly kept blinking, which was obvious.

It’s just discharging!

Yi Sheng's goosebumps fell all over the floor. He helplessly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and asked uncertainly: "Why do you want to listen to this paragraph? Is it because you want to imitate Pan Jinlian and a certain person?"

Is the adulterer coming to poison me?"

An Qiaoyan couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and eyes. After a while, she was so angry that she jumped out of the quilt, stretched out a leg, and kicked Yi Sheng angrily.

"I don't think so. I won't allow you to change the subject. Hurry up and talk!"

Okay, this is An Qiaoyan's original appearance. Look, look, her true colors are revealed.

"Okay, okay, I can't tell you." Yi Sheng cleared his throat, and then told the story helplessly: "Once upon a time, there was a very short man..."

Thanks to the ignorant little bookworm for the gift. Last night was my cousin’s birthday, so Xiaoli updated very late yesterday. There will be midterm exams next week, so Xiaoli has to tell readers again that I am worried about updating...
Chapter completed!