Yunmian didn't even know when she fell asleep, her body leaned quietly against his shoulder, making steady and even breathing sounds, looking very well-behaved.

  Her face was suddenly close at hand, from the angle of Wen Ting's gaze, one could see her slender eyelashes, delicate nose bridge and skin as white as snow that seemed almost translucent...

  He was taken aback and involuntarily lowered his voice, calling out softly: "Yunmian...? Yunmian?"

  "Hmm..."

  The eyelashes of Yunmian trembled slightly, but what responded was a gentle breathing sound.

  Wen Ting: "......"

  Yunmian was indeed tired today. She ran to the courtyard early in the morning, before it was even time for breakfast, and spent the whole day hopping around, either visiting Lady Hu or learning how to make dumplings, both of which were physically exhausting. Now that night had fallen, she had eaten her fill and relaxed, so it was only natural that she fell asleep.

  It's just...

  Wen Ting gazed at her peaceful sleeping face under the fireworks, and inexplicably stretched out his hand to gently brush away the stray hairs that had fallen on her face. His fingertips touched her skin, which was soft, warm, and slightly flushed from eating and drinking well. Wen Ting's heart sank heavily twice, and he unconsciously leaned in closer, inching his face towards hers...

  When there was only a little left of the cloud's slumber, Wen Ting suddenly stopped, came back to her senses, and hastily retreated!

  What is he doing?!

  Wen Ting was startled by his own actions, and hurriedly shook his head, which had been dazed by the festive atmosphere. He pulled open his collar a few inches to let his hot cheeks cool down in the cold winter wind.

  Yunmian is sleeping! What does he want to do by getting so close? And now... they are no longer in fox form...

  Wen Ting was taken aback, sitting up straight and feeling at a loss. He couldn't help but think that he had eaten too much for dinner and his head was spinning. But just now, he had been extremely close to Yun Mian, their eyelashes almost touching the tip of his nose. He could even clearly smell her soft, warm breath...

  Wen Ting thought of this, and suddenly his mind was shaken, but after all, his rationality was still there, and he hurriedly forced himself to stop thinking. Just then, Yunmian's eyebrows moved slightly, and her body seemed to lean to one side...

  Wen Ting's heart tightened and she quickly pulled Yun Mian into her arms as he was about to lose his balance and fall.

  Yunmian still thought of himself as a fox, feeling that he had changed positions but was more comfortable, and unconsciously rubbed against him, finding a comfortable angle to snuggle in, his hand clutching at his clothes.

  Wen Ting gazed deeply at her, sighed after a long time. It was too cold to sit on the corridor and blow the wind, so he wrapped Yunmian in front of his chest, then picked her up horizontally and walked into the house.

  Yunmian is very light and will curl up by herself, being quite obedient when picked up. However, after arriving at the East Immortal Palace, she had hardly slept in her own room.

  Wen Ting gently laid her down on the quiet and flat bed, placing Yunmeng's head on the pillow, spreading out the quilt to test its thickness, and only after confirming it was warm enough did she carefully tuck Yunmeng in. Yunmeng was also very obedient, after being covered with the quilt, she curled up into a ball, tucking her knees in and burying herself, like a well-wrapped cocoon.

  When the girl in his arms slipped away, Wen Ting felt a slight chill between his hands. He fondly stroked her cheek, but quickly came to his senses and hastily rearranged Yunmian's quilt before turning around and leaving, closing the door for her.

  Wrapped in the quilt, Yunmian didn't know what had happened, she just felt that Wenhui's breath was very comfortable beside her. Even though Wenhui had left, some of her breath remained, and she stuck to the quilt, rubbing against it contentedly, and fell asleep dazedly.

  ……

  The next morning, Yunmian woke up and rubbed his eyes. Only then did he realize that he was in his own bedroom, still wearing his outer shirt, with no sign of Wenhui by his side, not even in human form.

  Yunmian transformed back into a fox and was about to rush out, but after taking two steps, she turned back, jumped onto the windowsill, and crouched there looking outside.

  From the window of Yunmian's room, you can see the scene in the courtyard. Today is the first day of the month, and the courtyard is covered with thick snow. It is said that today, Huanting will practice swordsmanship with Master Fox Officer. Yunmian looked out and saw two figures, one tall and one short.

  "Raise your arm a bit higher! Use more strength in your shoulder! Don't slow down the speed of drawing your sword—"

  "Yes!"

  At the fourth watch, he had just arrived and got up. After a morning of practicing swordplay, from the sky being hazy to the sunlight shining brightly, he was already drenched in sweat.

  The teaching of the main fox official was very strict, and there was almost no time to breathe. If it were someone else, they would probably not have been able to hold on, but Wen Ting, wearing clothes, looked slender, but actually had good physical strength, and even now still persisted, and although panting, his face showed no signs of fatigue, instead, he did the extremely physically demanding movements again and again, even better than before, which made the main fox official can't help but glance over.

  After about half a time, the main seat fox official looked at the sky and said, "It's enough, let's stop here for today."

  "Yes." Wēn Tíng sheathed his sword and bowed, "Thank you, sir!"

  "It doesn't matter."

  The chief official bowed his head and took his leave.

  Wen Ting stood still, gripping his sword and furrowing his brow in thought as he pondered the sword technique that had not yet been fully grasped. Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the snow and turned around to see a small white fox dashing towards him with excitement!

  "Hear ye!"

  Yunmian saw from afar that Wen Ting had finished practicing his sword, and immediately ran over with excitement. You are currently reading "Days of Being Childhood Friends with the Young Master of Qingqiu Fox Clan" Chapter 46. Only half a chapter is available here, to read the full version please search on Baidu: () and then search again for "Days of Being Childhood Friends with the Young Master of Qingqiu Fox Clan".

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