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Chapter 583 Charm Decline (1)

For him, protecting her is already an instinct that cannot be changed.

The person in his arms fell silent suddenly, and the low sobs were intermittent.

After a long time, Qiao Luo raised his head, his reddish eyes were filled with water vapor, and his voice was muffled, "Ming Yuan's body was found, but there is no whereabouts of you, I'm afraid..."

The words were interrupted, with a hint of fear.

She was afraid that something would happen to him, that he would really leave her behind, and that she would never see him again.

She leaned forward, pressed her forehead against his collarbone, and said softly, "Long Beijue, I'm afraid."

People who have always been fearless rarely reveal their fragility.

Long Beijue's heart was shaken, and the phrase "I'm afraid" was like a big net, wrapping his heart tightly.

The big hand with well-defined bones clasped her head, he lowered his head, and his thin lips pressed against the tips of her ears, "It won't happen in the future."

She will not be left alone again, and she will not be worried or frightened anymore.

Qiao Luo closed his eyes, avoiding his wound, and buried his head into his chest.

The atmosphere of silence, revealing a trace of sadness, lingering.

Long Beijue rolled his black eyes, pretended to be in pain and snorted, "Hiss—"

Qiao Luo raised his head suddenly, with a nervous expression on his face, "What's the matter, did I touch your wound?"

Long Beijue smiled, and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

The rising ending sound is full of doting, "If you cry again, you will become a cat."

Qiao Luo reacted belatedly, and widened his eyes, "You lied to me."

Long Beijue laughed, and lowered his head to rub against her porcelain-white neck, "I'm not lying to you. Whenever you cry, my heart hurts."

"Forget it if it hurts to death." Qiao Luo laughed through his tears, and hit his arm with a limp fist.

"Sit down, your hair hasn't been blown yet."

"My hair is short, so I don't need to blow it."

"No, you still have a low fever."

Without giving him a chance to speak, Qiao Luo pushed him back to sit on the low stool.

"Sit peacefully."

The roles of the two seemed to be reversed, and Long Beijue chuckled.

After plugging it in, Qiao Luo picked up the hair dryer to help him dry his hair.

White hands ran through his hair, and the cool fingertips touched his forehead from time to time.

The corner of Long Beijue's lips curled up, and the smile between his brows and eyes became more gentle.

Qiao Luo glanced at him, "Why are you smirking?"

"You seem to be a little gentler than before." He joked.

"..."

He smiled badly, "And you didn't blush when you helped me wash up just now."

"..."

The skin is itchy, and it will be impossible if you don't clean it up.

The corners of Qiao Luo's lips twitched, and he made up the knife calmly, "Why don't you say that your own charm has declined."

The smile on Long Beijue's face froze, his charm declining?

Looking at her eyes suddenly became meaningful, "Seriously?"

Smelling a hint of danger, Qiao Luo didn't panic, and turned off the hair dryer unhurriedly.

"Could it be possible to still talk and play?"

The light and fluffy words successfully made the man's face black.

He stood up and took a long leg.

When he enters, Qiao Luo retreats.

However, Long Beijue didn't give her a chance to dodge.

The iron arm hooked her waist, forcefully encircling her in her arms.

"Run what?"

Qiao Luo steadied his steps and leaned back, afraid of touching the wound on his body.

"Don't make trouble, pay attention to your injuries."

The hands locked around her waist tightened, and Long Beijue pressed, "Are you serious about what you just said?"

"Which sentence, I forgot." Qiao Luo suppressed a smile and pretended to be confused.

"Hurry up and get out, I'll change clothes."

Her clothes got wet trying to wash him.

"I'll wait for you here." Long Beijue lowered his head close to her ear, and said with a cheeky smile, "Or, shall I help you?"

The warm breath was captivating, and a blush climbed up her neck and spread to her face.

No need to look, Qiao Luo felt his face was very hot.

She pushed him out as she spoke, "No need, you go out quickly."

Loved her blushing and shy appearance so much, Long Beijue laughed lowly.

"boom--"

After being pushed out of the bathroom, the people inside immediately closed the door and even locked it.

Long Beijue smiled, turned around, his eyes were attracted by the quilt on the sofa.

The smile on his face faded, and he walked towards the bed not far away.

The sheets were neat, without a single wrinkle, as if no one had ever lived there.

He slowly leaned over and reached out to touch the brocade quilt on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at the sofa diagonally opposite, his eyes rested on the quilt above, and his eyes suddenly became deep.

After a while, Qiao Luo came out of the bathroom.

Bathed in a soft halo, she was dressed in white home clothes, which made her a little softer and cute.

Seeing the man sitting on the bed, she walked over slowly.

"Come up." Long Beijue lifted the quilt and patted the place beside him.

Qiao Luo bent his lips, kicked off his slippers, and got into the bed.

Before he could sit still, he fell into a warm embrace.

With his cheek pressed against his chest, Qiao Luo blinked, confused.

She struggled to lift her head from his arms, her voice was soft, "What's wrong?"

When their eyes met, Long Beijue asked in a low voice, "Have you been sleeping on the sofa these days?"

Qiao Luo was stunned, and glanced at the sofa not far away from the corner of his eye.

It was empty, and the quilt had long since disappeared.

She turned her head and smiled dryly, "No, it's just a lunch break there."

After staring at her for a while, a low sigh sounded, "Your expression is not suitable for lying."

"..."

What's her expression?

The man's eyes are too focused and penetrating, as if everything has been seen through by him.

Qiao Luo lowered his head and whispered, "I can't sleep, this bed is too big, and the quilt is thrown back and forth, I'm afraid I won't smell like you soon."

Long Beijue's deep eyes were slightly darkened, filled with distressed feelings.

After all, the word "I'm sorry" was swallowed back into his stomach, turning into a sigh.

"Fool."

He embraced her, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

Qiao Luo smiled, raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Fortunately, the fever finally subsided.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her red lips slightly drawn, "It's still so warm."

"Sleep, I'll be with you." Long Beijue patted her head and pressed the remote control.

In an instant, the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

Even the bedside lights were off.

The person in his arms clung to him tightly, and Long Beijue pulled the quilt over and hugged her to lie down.

"Jeez."

The woman in his arms suddenly made a sound, and Long Beijue hummed.

After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Isn't this my hallucination?"

She was afraid that this was a dream of hers, and when she woke up, he would disappear.

Long Beijue remained silent, and approached with his head down.

The next moment, there was a slight tingling pain on the neck, which was sore and numb.

In the darkness, Qiao Luo's translucent eyes were somewhat blurred.

"Does this still feel like an illusion?" The deep voice slid past her ears, disturbing the silent night.

Qiao Luo coughed lightly, and quickly lowered his head to pretend to be an ostrich.

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, patted her on the back with his big hands, and coaxed her to sleep.

"Go to sleep, I'll always be here."

　I feel a bit poisoned by seafood, vomiting and diarrhea, temporarily updated here tonight, will make up tomorrow, try to make more, good night...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)