Xuanling Sect, Lingyun Peak
Song Qinglian sat upright in front of the dressing mirror, curiously looking at herself in the mirror and Song Hongli standing behind her.
Song Hongli held a wooden comb and gently combed Song Qinglian's hair.
Her snow-white sleeves were rolled up a few times and tied behind her elbow, revealing a perfectly curved fair forearm. A red hair band was tied around her slender white wrist.
Song Qinglian wasn't used to maids dressing and combing her hair.
Thus, Song Hongli learned these simple tasks from the maids and personally came to tie Song Qinglian's hair.
To be honest, Song Hongli had never cared about anyone else so carefully in his many years on Lingyun Peak.
It was the same on Earth. It was always others who served him. How could he serve others?
Song Hongli finished combing Song Qinglian's hair.
Song Qinglian turned around out of habit and met Song Hongli's eyes that were as cold as tea. Her small hand held Song Hongli's right hand.
Song Hongli had held a sword for many years. There was a thin layer of calluses on the outside of his right hand's thumb and forefinger. It was actually comfortable to touch.
"Shishi!"
He saw Song Qinglian looking at him seriously, trying her best to produce the syllables in her mouth.
This was the first time Song Hongli had heard Song Qinglian speak. He was slightly surprised, but he tried hard to understand what she was saying.
"Master!"
Song Qinglian said these two words with great difficulty, and then she laughed foolishly.
In fact, she didn't know the meaning of these two words, just like how she didn't know the meaning of Song Qinglian.
However, she knew that it was someone else calling her.
She had heard others say that Song Hongli was her master, so she wanted to call out Song Hongli's name.
On the other side, Song Hongli's mind was blank for a moment. He was a little stunned.
Song Qinglian's soft and tender voice called out those two words. It was like warm spring water that slowly flowed into Song Hongli's heart and slowly knocked into his mind.
He didn't know what to say, so he gently pulled Song Qinglian into his arms and gently stroked her back.
For some reason, when Song Qinglian called him Master, Song Hongli was overjoyed.
At this moment, Luo Qingzhi walked over with dark circles under her eyes.""Qinglian, are you up?
Seeing this, Song Hongli was very surprised and went forward to ask.
"Junior Sister, what happened to you? Why were her eyes so heavy? Did you not sleep well last night?"
“……”
Luo Qingzhi was still drowsy at the moment, but when she heard her senior brother's voice, she immediately jolted awake.
She hadn't slept much these past few days.
The thought of her little Martial Nephew hugging her Senior Brother all day made her feel extremely dangerous.
This child was definitely not simple. He was far from being as innocent as he looked on the surface.
She was with Senior Brother every day. Who knew if this person would do anything to the gentle and innocent Senior Brother? What if she ate him up one day?
At that time, it would be too late for him to regret.
"Eh? Junior Sister? Are you alright? Are you too sleepy?"
Song Hongli saw Luo Qingzhi staring at him in a daze and was worried.
Hence, he quickly grabbed Luo Qingzhi's slender shoulders and shook her repeatedly, finally waking her up.
When Luo Qingzhi saw Song Hongli's worried expression, she immediately sobered up. She explained," It's alright, Senior Brother. Junior Sister has just been troubled by cultivation recently and hasn't been sleeping well."”
"Cultivation is important, but your health is more important. Your dark circles are a little heavy. You should go back to your room and rest first. I won't accompany you. I still have to take care of Qinglian.”
"And Qinglian just spoke. She called me master.”When Song Hongli talked about this matter, his eyes were like the melting of ice and snow, and he couldn't help but reveal traces of tenderness.
Luo Qingzhi,"
On the other side, Song Qinglian smiled mischievously after hearing Song Hongli's words. She jumped up and hugged Song Hongli's neck, burying her little head in and rubbing it hard.
From time to time, she would raise her head and look at that gentle smile of his. It was like the first ray of light in the morning sky, piercing through the fog and the sky, causing Song Qinglian to be extremely infatuated.
She really liked this person. The clear fragrance of tea on Song Hongli's body and that warm neck made her reluctant to let go. She was deeply infatuated with him.
" Looks like I can slowly teach you how to write and practice the sword in the future…" Song Hongli said with a smile.
Suddenly, a maid ran in and said to Song Hongli,""Supreme One, Peak Master Ling is here to look for you.”
When Song Hongli heard Peak Master Ling's name, he felt as if he had forgotten something. However, he couldn't recall anything, so he could only pull Song Qinglian along to the front hall.
He saw Ling Yiting sitting at the table with a cup of tea in his hand. His fingertips were holding the lid of the cup and gently scratching the edge of the cup.
He slowly blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water and lowered his head to take a sip.
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