Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 530 Sequel: A Familiar Figure in the Dark Night

I was a little hungry, and when I was about to start cooking, I accidentally found a lacquered red food box on the stove.

Strange, who put it here, Xiaohong?

I carried the food box into the house, opened the lid and took out the meals inside one by one. There were four or five dishes, all of which were exquisitely made, and they were all my favorite light dishes.This girl Xiaohong is very thoughtful, she remembers to bring food even if she is not here.

I simply ate some, took a book and lay down on the couch in the yard.Although his eyes were fixed on the book, his mind wandered somewhere.There are too many strange things recently, and I have to bother to think about and think about everything, and my life is not easy at all.Since the day of the accident, I have been obviously tired. I am always restless and like to lie lazily on the bed and do not want to move. The more I do not move, the easier it is to feel sleepy.

After reading the book for a while, the god of sleep knocked on the door, the book fell to the side, I tilted my head and closed my eyes and fell asleep.I didn't sleep well, and I vaguely heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, and deliberately light footsteps walking slowly towards this side.Who is here?
My eyelids were extraordinarily heavy, and I couldn't open them no matter what, so I had to prick up my ears and concentrate on collecting movements from all sides.

The man came to the couch and stopped, and then a line of sight stopped on my face, gazing at me quietly for a long time, his breathing became more and more heavy, as if he had suppressed too many emotions .

Who is he?Such a familiar breath, why is it so... like...

Just thinking like this, my heart suddenly suffocated, and then jumped up wildly, my breathing became disordered, and my chest felt blocked by something.I told myself over and over that it was impossible, he didn't even know I was here.

So, who is this person?
Someone lightly pressed his hand on my forehead, his heavy breathing was getting closer and closer to me, and I could almost feel the warm breath spraying on my face.The next moment, he held my head in his hands and pressed his face tightly to mine with pity, forehead against forehead, face against face, kissing, gentle touch, and the familiar smell that couldn't be more familiar ...

A tear unconsciously overflowed from the corner of my eye and slid down.

(End of this chapter)