Be a heartthrob in the fast-traveling world

Chapter 802
"Qinglian...Qinglian..."

Mingzhu whispered the name of her current body in her ear over and over again.

His head was still rubbing against Hehua's shoulder socket.

He Hua's heart suddenly softened.

His eyebrows trembled slightly, and he raised his bracelet to wrap around Ming Zhu's thin waist.

Although I don't quite understand why Mingzhu is so persistent in chanting her name again and again, and I also don't quite understand why there is always an inexplicable panic in his voice.

But Hehua is still serious, and every time he calls her, he will answer him: "I am here"

It took a long time before Mingzhu's mood gradually returned to normal.

After the murmurs in his ears gradually became lighter, He Hua turned his head and glanced at Ming Zhu.

I saw the young monk resting his chin on her shoulder, his beautiful black eyes covered by eyelashes.

His eyelashes were very long, and in the dim candlelight, they fell on his face, leaving a shadow.

Breathing is very smooth.

The sharp lips were still opening and closing to call her.

But the voice was already extremely low, obviously it was just talking in sleep.

If it wasn't for Howard being so close to him, he wouldn't be able to hear these voices at all.

The heart that was already softened, at this moment, softened into a puddle of water.

After sighing lightly, he used a bit of his own mana in the original body to hug Ming Zhu up.

He was gently placed on the couch.

After He Hua finished these, he planned to turn around and leave.

But just as she turned around, Mingzhu grabbed her wrist.

Looking back in surprise, she found that Ming Zhu's eyes were still closed tightly, showing no sign of waking up at all. It seemed that she was clasping her wrist, but it was just a subconscious behavior.

However, I don't know if it's really just a coincidence.

The place where Mingzhu buckles is her vital gate.

If she breaks free with brute force, both sides will suffer.

After staring at that place for a long time, He Hua looked at Ming Zhu's face again, and finally sighed helplessly.

With a flick of his sleeves and a strong wind to extinguish the candle, he lay down next to Ming Zhu with his clothes on.

Although he changed his body, the sense of stability permeating from the depths of his soul made Hehua fall asleep quickly.

And at this time, Ming Zhu who was supposed to be sleeping beside him slowly opened his eyes.

The hand holding Hehua's life gate was also quietly let go.

Instead, he wrapped around He Hua's waist, brought him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

He Hua slept very restlessly this night.

Mingzhu also clearly felt the delicate body in his arms trembling uncontrollably.

It was as if she had dreamed of something that frightened her.

He couldn't enter her dream to comfort her, he could only hug her as tightly as possible, and then stroked her back, so that she could feel that no matter what, he was still with her.

Maybe this method is really useful, and He Hua calmed down after a while.

It's just that his hands are still tightly clutching Mingzhu's monk robe.

Liu Mei also kept wrinkling tightly.
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Early the next morning.

When He Hua woke up, Ming Zhu was no longer there.

She was alone on the couch.

But she didn't care either.

When she was Tang Sanzang, she also got up so early.

Monks all have morning classes and get up very early, so there is nothing strange about it.

At this moment, her mind was full of the dream from last night.

It was clearly just a dream, but it made her feel so familiar.

(End of this chapter)