Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 62 Warm feet
Xie Zhiyun slept well this time.

She felt that she was floating in the warm clouds, swaying gently with the breeze, and occasionally the warm sun fell on her face, making her whole body feel warm.

Xie Zhijun didn't wake up from the heavy dream until the light was so bright that she was sweating a little.

When she opened her eyes, there was only darkness in the world, and Xie Zhiyun was a little confused, not knowing where she was.

She lay quietly for a long time before she finally woke up and remembered that she was at home at the moment.

She exhaled slowly, only to realize that she fell asleep from day to night.

Xie Zhijun lifted the quilt and was about to sit up when she looked up and saw a tall figure sitting on the side of the window.

Through the shadowy green gauze curtain, Xie Zhiyun couldn't see that person's face, but she seemed to have a tacit understanding, and she knew who this person was.

That is Wei Ji.

In other words, he is the only one who will sit on the Luohan bed in the main room and wait for her to wake up.

The two experienced life and death together today, and Xie Zhiyun actually got closer to him from the bottom of his heart.

In other words, a corner of her heart could not help opening.

Xie Zhijun didn't notice it herself, but at this moment, when she found Wei Ji sitting there waiting for her to wake up, there was a trace of joy deep in her heart.

The joy was not obvious, it seemed to be hidden in the comfort brought by a deep sleep, making her unable to see her heart clearly.

Wei Ji is quite astute, just like saving her today, Wei Ji had already sensed the danger before the trap mechanism was activated, and successfully rescued her.

In the past, Xie Zhiyun would wake up as soon as he got up, but today there was no movement.

Xie Zhiyun guessed that he fell asleep too.

She sat up gently, slowly lifted the quilt, and stepped on the pedals with her bare feet.

Like a nimble swimming fish, she got out of the heavy green gauze curtain, stepped barefoot on the flowery carpet in the room, and walked to the sleeping Wei Ji step by step.

It seemed that she was afraid of hindering her light sleep, so the lights in the room were not lit. At this moment, she could barely see the furnishings in the room with the afterglow of the setting sun.

Xie Zhijun came to Wei Ji lightly, and bent down to see Wei Ji's sleeping face.

As expected of a soldier, even when Wei Ji fell asleep, his waist was as straight as a poplar. His left elbow was propped on the table, and the back of his hand was lightly resting on his angular chin. His posture seemed relaxed, but in fact he was still tense.

Wei Ji slightly closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes hung down, casting a shadow under his eyes.

The room was dim, and Xie Zhiyun couldn't see his face clearly, but Xie Zhiyun easily portrayed his face in his heart after being together for a hundred days.

Sword eyebrows, star eyes, high nose, thin lips.

There is no flaw on Wei Ji's face, he seems to be born perfect, not only his personality, but also his unforgettable appearance is the best in the world.

The prestige of the Major General is not limited to the eight prefectures ruled by Su Guogong, and it is not limited to North Vietnam. No matter whether it is Northern Liang, Daqi or Southern Chen, everyone knows that there is a Major General in Yezhou.

Xie Zhiyun remembered that two years ago, when Wei Ji went on a triumphant return, he happened to pass by Langhuan when he returned to Yezhou.

At that time, everyone from Lang Huan to the daughter of an aristocratic family, down to an ordinary peasant girl, admired his demeanor.

The young ladies Xie Zhiyun has known since childhood are also shy and do not like to talk too much, so they also went that day.

When he came back, he said to Xie Zhiyun: "It's really a loss for you not to go. If you look at him more, you will feel that you can live a few more days."

This was an exaggeration, but Xie Zhijun believed her blushing face at least seven or eight percent.

However, believing is believing, Xie Zhijun has also seen Wei Ji, but has no interest in him.

Xie Zhijun looked at Wei Ji's handsome sleeping face, and couldn't help but recall the past.

She didn't expect that after going around and around, the two finally became husband and wife.

This Ruyi Langjun, whom all unmarried girls in North Vietnam wanted to marry, finally became her husband.

Just when Xie Zhijun was distracted, the man in front of him who was quiet on the opposite side suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her slender waist.

Before Xie Zhiyun could react, he was gently hugged by him, and then sat in his arms.

"You..." Xie Zhiyun blushed all of a sudden, "Manzi, what are you doing!"

Xie Zhijun was afraid that someone outside would hear the movement, so he read him in a low voice.

Wei Ji patted her back lightly with his hand, his voice was low and hoarse as if he had just woken up from a light sleep.

"Why don't you wear your shoes well? What if you get sick from the cold?"

Only then did Xie Zhijun realize that he had been barefoot all this time and was only wearing pajamas, no wonder he felt a little cold.

But at this moment, she was sitting in Wei Ji's warm arms, the coldness in her body was blocked by his generous chest, she didn't feel cold at all.

Xie Zhijun moved his feet, which was a rare behavior.

"Forgot." She said with her head down.

Wei Ji held her tightly in his arms, the bodies of the two of them were like round mirrors that had been smashed by someone, but at this moment they fit together tightly, and they were as good as ever.

There was a light wind outside, and there were fragmentary conversations, and Xie Zhiyun could vaguely hear Xie Zhixing's silly voice.

"Xiao Zhong, you are so amazing, you can actually shoot arrows."

Xie Zhiyun's heart suddenly calmed down.

The two sat quietly for a long time, when suddenly a voice broke the silence in the room.

"Grumble."

Xie Zhiyun: "..."

Xie Zhiyun almost hid his face.

Wei Ji laughed muffledly, and the vibration from his chest surrounded Xie Zhijun's body, making her even more annoyed.

"What are you laughing at!"

Wei Ji patted her on the back hurriedly, reached out and took the blouse and put it on her shoulders: "Hungry? Have dinner first?"

For some reason, Xie Zhijun was nostalgic for the warm embrace at this moment.

Since her mother passed away, no one has hugged her like this again. Although Nanny Jia treats her meticulously, she always feels that something is missing.

At the moment, the hug is warm, cozy, and reassuring.

Xie Zhiyun was almost addicted to it.

She couldn't help shaking her feet again, and had to push forward to raise her legs, stepping on Wei Ji's legs with some cold feet.

Wei Ji laughed again, bent down, and reached out to grab her cold feet.

Xie Zhiyun felt that the soles of her feet were itchy, she moved awkwardly, and said, "Dirty."

Wei Ji said, "Where is it dirty?"

However, he felt that her feet were indeed a little cold, so he reached out to raise her legs, let her step on his legs, and curled her into his arms.

"Your feet are too cold, it's spring now, why are you still so cold?"

Xie Zhiyun said: "I have been afraid of the cold since I was a child, and it was the same in previous years."

Wei Ji hummed, and said, "In two days, the old genius doctor will come to see my mother, and you should also let the old genius doctor take a look and treat this cold syndrome."

The room was gloomy and dark, and there was only a chaotic color left between the sky and the earth. Everything in the room was vague and indistinct.

It was in such a darkness that the two of them were as close, sweet, and gluey as ordinary newlyweds.

Xie Zhijun heard himself answer: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)