The princess doesn't talk much

Chapter 15 The Girl's Feelings Are Always Poems

He was stunned for a while, and just about to answer, he found that everything in front of him disappeared.

Big river, bamboo raft, bright yellow figure, terrified girl.All gone.

Even the appearance of that girl just now, she seemed to have forgotten in an instant.How is this going?

There is a white mist all around, where is she?

"If you don't do it, you will become a gentleman. This is your name. If you don't do it, you want to be a gentleman, you know?" A gentle female voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

In other words, she didn't have too much fear, but she couldn't help feeling a little flustered. She opened her mouth and asked the air, "Who are you? Who is talking?"

No one answered her.

"It doesn't matter, come to me obediently, don't test my patience." It was a man's voice, which sounded gloomy and hoarse.

"Who are you?" Wu Yan asked into the air, but still no one answered.

The surrounding white mist was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was gradually turning from gas to substance, wrapping her in the middle like cotton.

In other words, I felt that my breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and I couldn't help reaching out and waving the "cotton" in front of me to try to find some oxygen for breathing.

Just when she felt that she was about to suffocate, a familiar voice rang in her ears: "My lady, my lady."

It's Ye Wuming!

Without saying a word, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Ye Wuming's worried eyes.

Without saying a word, he breathed heavily, and the cold sweat drenched his back. After a long time, he realized that he was having a nightmare.

The sky was gray, and only when Dongfang was white, she realized that she had slept all night and the sky was about to dawn.

Seeing Ye Wuming's purple pupils filled with his own pale reflection, he felt his heart throbbing for no reason.

He...he really cared about her.

Without saying a word, she lowered her head a little embarrassingly, not daring to look at Ye Wuming again, for his love and care, she deserves to be ashamed.

"I'm fine, I'm just having a nightmare." Without saying a word, he withdrew from Ye Wuming's arms.

Hearing what she said, Ye Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I won't let you go to the battlefield."

He was stunned for a while, it turned out that Ye Wuming had misunderstood, alas, if you misunderstand, you must misunderstand.It's better than her continuing to lie to perfunctory.

but……

"You can't call me my wife anymore, in case someone else overhears you..."

Ye Wuming said calmly, "It's..."

Of... of?
His face turned red when he couldn't explain it, and he felt that these two words sounded inexplicably pleasant when they came out of his mouth, and inexplicably made his heart beat faster...

The uneasiness brought about by that strange dream was quickly replaced by Ye Wuming's gentleness.

Without saying anything, I sighed again in my heart, I really found a treasure.

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A month later.

According to the progress of the march, this team of new recruits was slower than the regular army by more than half.

It was originally a one-month trip, but they walked for a month before making half of the trip.

In this month, I have gained something even if I can't say it. In addition to picking up Ye Wuming, I also figured out why my healing skills and strength sometimes disappeared.

It is also a coincidence that Ye Wuming discovered the clue when he used amaranth to treat Ye Wuming's wounds.She just talked nonsense that her saliva can cure diseases after she has a fever, and her power is infinite.

Unexpectedly, she really let her talk.

The current situation is like this, she can only recover her powers when she has a cold and a fever, how can there be any reason for this?
He sighed without saying a word, thinking that this day... I am afraid that some people will endure it.

Unable to sleep, she lay on the ground and turned over.

Ye Wuming lowered his eyes to look at the unspoken words that were pillowed on his lap, stretched out his hand and pulled up the torn clothes covering her body, and gently patted her slightly uneasy back. Caring.

In other words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, but couldn't help being a little happy.

What is it called?Girls' feelings are always poetry?
It seems that this day...is not very difficult.

(End of this chapter)