Quick travel: Bai Yueguang is targeted by the crazy male protagonist again

"Huaizhi." Ye Nanzhi's voice was clear, and the name blurted out from her mouth.

Song Huaizhi's Adam's apple moved slightly and he responded in a low voice.

"But I'm still not used to it, otherwise..." Call Huaizhi brother!

She saw Song Huaizhi shaking his head, "You have to get used to it, Zhizhi."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Nanzhi's eyes were filled with tears.

"Okay, I really want to be a crybaby! No matter how my identity changes, you will always be the most important in my heart, you know?" Song Huaizhi wiped the tears from her eyes, pinched her soft waist and held her in his arms. He comforted her softly.

The two embraced each other, and Caiyun looked on and was moved, but she vaguely felt that this was not like an embrace between brother and sister, but more like a pair of lovers.

Bah, bah, bah, Caiyun couldn't help but spit on herself, what are you thinking about! The princess was raised under the protection of His Highness. Although they have no blood relationship, they are better than biological siblings.

It was inevitable that there would be some snow on the way here, and there was no ground dragon in the house. Caiyun held Ye Nanzhi's cloak and grilled it around the charcoal fire, and she felt a little warm.

Ye Nanzhi was already lying on the bed and fell asleep. From the corner of his eye, Song Huaizhi moved a chair and sat in front of the bed, describing her features carefully.

Caiyun couldn't help but sigh, His Highness is really the best brother in the world.

There were footsteps outside the house, "Miss Su, you can't force your way in!"

The attendant could not stop Su Muran and could only watch as she broke in.

As soon as Su Muran put her hand on the beam, the door opened quietly. Song Huaizhi walked out and gently closed the door.

Su Muran saw Qianying lying on the bed through the crack in the door.

Song Huai pulled her over and away from the room.

Su Muran's attention was focused on Song Huaizhi's hand holding her, and she couldn't care about anything else.

"I wonder what the purpose of Miss Su's visit is?"

The hand was gently let go, but Su Muran always felt that her hand was thrown away.

The person in front of her had bright eyebrows and looked gentle and gentle. Su Muran looked at him steadily, "Of course I came here to ask for a marriage certificate from you."

Su Muran is the daughter of the current prime minister. Emperor Ling decided to make her the crown prince when she was very young. The current situation has changed, but Su Muran only has Song Huaizhi in her heart, and she does not want to marry anyone else.

Song Huaizhi frowned in an instant, "Marriage certificate? Miss Su is the crown prince appointed by the emperor, and I am the prince of Chu State. How can there be a marriage certificate between Miss Su and I?"

"We have already made an engagement." Su Muran said unconvinced.

Song Huaizhi was even more reasonable, "Miss Su is the future crown princess, there is no doubt about it, but now I am not the crown prince of Ling Kingdom, let alone a native of Ling Kingdom, so what does this engagement have to do with me."

After Ye Nanzhi woke up, Caiyun was the only one in the room. She opened the door and saw two figures who seemed to be arguing.

"What about the Seventh Princess? You want to end the relationship with me and Ling Guo. Can you leave the Seventh Princess behind?"

In the past, Song Huaizhi always only had Ye Nanzhi in his eyes. Even if Ye Nanzhi took a few steps, he would worry about whether her feet would hurt.

"This matter has nothing to do with Zhi Zhi." Song Huaizhi said coldly.

"Oh, I think it's very important. Logically speaking, you should call her Seventh Princess as respectfully as I do." Su Muran was aggressive.

She, Su Muran, had been pampered and raised since she was a child. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, someone else would have to pick them for her, not to mention that Song Huaizhi was the man she fell in love with.

In Song Huaizhi's peripheral vision, Ye Nanzhi walked towards them.

In winter, the eaves were covered with icicles. Ye Nanzhi slipped and was about to fall into the snow. He jumped as fast as he could and disappeared from Su Muran's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The expected pain did not come, and she fell into a warm embrace. Ye Nanzhi opened her eyes and met Song Huaizhi's worried eyes.

"Are you stupid? It's so cold outside. If you don't stay inside, what should you do if you freeze?"

Song Huaizhi's scolding voice was full of concern.

"I just want to go out for a walk." Ye Nanzhi didn't expect Song Huaizhi to be so angry.

Song Huaizhi looked at the tip of her nose, which was red from the cold, and his face darkened, "Be obedient and go back to the house to stay."

Su Muran was so angry that she stamped her feet. Her hands and feet were frozen after being with him in the cold wind for so long. Song Huai didn't even care about her. Even when he was talking to her, his attention was still on the door.

"Miss Su, that's it for now. Please leave slowly without seeing me off."

When Ye Nanzhi entered the house, Song Huaizhi couldn't wait to drive her away. With tears in her eyes, she said harshly: "You will regret it."

Su Muran heard Song Huaizhi's answer despite the rustling wind, firm and powerful: "No."

Yes, he, Song Huaizhi, always speaks the truth, except in front of the Seventh Princess.

After closing the door, Ye Nanzhi was sitting around the stove adding charcoal to it.

"Brother... Huaizhi, are you cold? I put a lot of charcoal in it and it will be warm when it burns big."

There was a small patch of black on her face. Song Huaizhi grabbed her hand and it turned out to be dark. He must have rubbed it on with his hand.

"Go get a basin of hot water." Song Huaizhi told Caiyun.

"What's wrong?" Ye Nanzhi looked at him in confusion, and the warm light from the charcoal fire was particularly dazzling on her face.

Song Huaizhi laughed softly, "It's okay, I just saw a little tabby cat."

Where is the little cat? Song Huaizhi was clearly laughing at himself. Ye Nanzhi turned his head and ignored him.

When Caiyun brought hot water, Song Huaizhi twisted the handkerchief soaked in hot water dry and gently wiped away the stains on Ye Nanzhi's face.

"Don't be angry with me, Zhizhi."

"I'm not that stingy." Ye Nanzhi's voice was buzzing, like a newborn kitten, so cute that it touched his heart.

Caiyun had already withdrawn, and they were the only two people left in the room. Song Huaizhi put her on his lap.

"I know I was wrong, Zhizhi, don't ignore me."

The distance between the two was better than nothing, and the white breath they exhaled was tightly intertwined. When she didn't answer, Song Huaizhi pushed the broken hair from her forehead and gently pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Zhizhi." Song Huaizhi called her name again, breathing a little quickly.

Ye Nanzhi wanted to escape from his arms. Song Huaizhi had never kissed her before, even on her forehead, so she always felt weird.

Song Huaizhi noticed her movements and put his hand on her waist to pull her forward. The distance between the two instantly became closer.

She raised her eyes to look at him, their lips were very close to each other. Ye Nanzhi suddenly felt that the room was getting hotter, and her body was also filled with a sense of dryness.

There was a nice pink color on her cheeks, and she looked shy.

Song Huaizhi's lips pressed from her forehead to her eyebrows. He felt that the person in his arms was getting softer and softer. He let go of her. Now was not the time.

"Would other siblings do such intimate behavior?" Ye Nanzhi asked him, blinking his big eyes.

"I don't know." Song Huaizhi answered her.

"Zhizhi, the moment I came out of the prison, we were no longer brothers and sisters." Song Huaizhi emphasized in a cold voice.

He just wanted to be a man in front of Ye Nanzhi, the only man for Zhizhi.