Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 698 Sleeping
However, the moment she got up, she could hear his breathing—intoxicated breathing, as if desperately hissing and suppressing sobbing in the dark night.

It was the sound of the wind, the sound of autumn, and the sound of tears in fantasy.

Hua Rong completely collapsed.

In such a bleak moonlight, Hua Rong fell down and lay head-to-head with him, lying on the cold ground like this, for a while, he didn't feel cold at all, and there was nothing colder than his heart.

The two holding hands can't feel the temperature at all, like two fish meeting in cold water, they will never feel the heat from each other——

Just hold his hand yourself - he was forced!

He passed out and was unconscious.

Hua Rong cried so much that he almost fainted, and in the end, he couldn't even shed tears.

That night, he lay on the ground.

It seemed that this icy earth was his final destination.

Hua Rong stroked his body, but couldn't feel any warmth, as if the whole person was a stone slab.

She got up silently, took the quilt and covered him, and after a while, she felt a trace of heat on his body.

The first morning star in the east has risen.

She sat up silently, looking at the desertedness of this room, it was a strange darkness - in the interweaving of dawn and darkness, the sky revealed a bewitching eye, like a devil clamoring in the night, dancing, forever It can't drive away the dark clouds, and between the time they are about to disperse, there are great changes and infinite sadness.

She lowered her head and approached him, in the bewitching gaze, in the bleak morning light—so infinitely close to his face, almost face to face, almost vomited her breath on his body.She even made a strange move just like King Qin, she put her hand on his face, at the junction of his hairline and ear-tearing, gently, trying to tear off a mask.

However, this is in vain, no, no mask.

A parachutist is a parachutist, he was born that way.He is not Pengju, no.

No matter what point, it is not enough to prove that he is Pengju, his face is not, his voice is not; even when he was drunk, he never called out "Sister Seventeen" - he even forgot Seventeen Sister.

Then he is not.

However, I am still not reconciled.

A bold thought suddenly popped up in her heart—to see his body.It's like interrogating a prisoner - the husband and wife who have been married for so many years have some imprints on their bodies that others don't know, but she knows.No way, even this has changed, right?

I was so unwilling in my heart - I had to see what happened.It's like a mystery, if you don't get an ending, you will always be unwilling.She quietly stretched out her hand and put it on the button of his clothes.

It was military clothing, and he never relaxed when he slept.When her hand touched his body, her face turned red and her heart beat, not knowing what she was doing.

At this moment, he still hadn't woken up. Like a desperate gambler, she suddenly gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to untie his clothes.

At this moment, a "babbling" sound suddenly came out of his mouth, and then he turned over.Hua Rong withdrew his hand in a panic, but felt his whole body was trembling.What are you doing?Are you going to moleste a man?

It was a kind of intense shame—her husband, King Qin, was at the other end, but she ran here, quietly hoping that this man was the man of her dreams.

Is it?

If not?
What if he was just a parachutist—just a parachutist from the Western Regions?
It was as if the woman who had cheated on her was caught, and she felt ashamed and unwilling.As long as he is Pengju——as long as he is!
However, at this time, the sky was already getting brighter.In a moment, the bugle will sound.

What would it be like if someone found out that "Ms. Qin" had run into the parachutist's room at midnight and "undressed" him?

But, just because of this, I have to find out the truth!
If it is, I will try my best to figure it out, if not, I will give up completely, no matter who he is, no matter who he is, it has nothing to do with me.

She went all out, stretched out her hand again, and went to untie his clothes to see his body. She knew that there was a mark on Peng Ju's waist.It was a small black mole, the size of a little finger; even the scars all over his body - the scars on his whole body - the scars that came over in the shadow of swords, lights and swords, she was familiar with the scars all over his body.

Just take a look and give yourself a look.

It will all be clear at a glance.

She frantically lifted up his clothes, but her hands were trembling. After a while, she couldn't untie them.When his hand finally touched a piece of his skin, he was terrified and couldn't see clearly—it was a dark blur.

She thought of getting a candle—be sure to light it and see it clearly.

She stumbled up, touching the candlestick with her hand, and as soon as she touched it, she trembled, when the candlestick fell to the ground, making a loud noise in the dark dawn.

She was so startled that she almost jumped up.

In the darkness, the heart beat so fast, as if a thief had been caught.

What are you doing?
What are you doing in a strange man's house?
What if he really wasn't Pengju?
Did you actually go to see the body of a strange man?
However, I am still not reconciled, I don't care about the etiquette, justice and shame, and the defense between men and women, I don't care about it all.She groped again for the candlestick—

However, the parachutist turned over again, as if unconsciously, stretched out his long legs, and the candlestick was kicked out, rolling far away.

Hua Rong almost held his breath in fright until the candlestick rolled to the door and stopped.Her heart seemed to have just stopped—for a moment, she even forgot, did the parachutist do it on purpose or not?

She remembered that when she put her hand on the end of his nose, what she felt was a deep sleep - he didn't intend to, he just turned over just now.

However, two times in a row, she has lost the courage to "verify her identity" again.After all, it is very indecent for a married woman to see another man's body.

Hearing the sound of the parachutist's breathing again, she seemed to wake up soon, she was helpless, startled and frightened, so she had to get up and leave.His legs were numb with sweat, and when he walked to the door, he almost fell to the ground.

She barely held on to the door frame, almost as if fleeing, and disappeared.

It wasn't until the sound of her footsteps completely disappeared like a ghost that the parachutist slowly sat up.He is leaning against the wall, under his body, has the warmth of a child; on his body, covered with a quilt.My whole body is warm, even my hands are warm.For the first time in many years, I feel warm.

Even, she still has that feminine aura left on her body, the aura of gentle care.

The bad luck of vomiting all night was gone, only her familiar breath was on the end of her nose.

He stretched out his hand, and what he grasped was the breath in his palm.

He stood up slumped, and actually burst into tears for the first time—for many years, he only knew the taste of blood, but he had never known the taste of tears.

However, in the dark night, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or something else—maybe, it was just the residual alcohol in the cold.

A rising sun pierces the night sky—morning.

The call to exercise is sounded—the day of the barracks is about to officially begin.

King Qin opened his eyes, and the door seemed to move automatically without wind.

The person who came into view with Chaoyang was the person sitting next to him, lying on the edge of his bed with messy hair.Even the hair that had grown back in its entirety had a heartbreakingly greyish feel to it.

She seems to have lost her way for a long time, scrambling left and right, always unable to come out, and even has no environment to settle down—like she can't even find a place to sleep.

"Girl..." At this time, she was already in a deep sleep, the blood in her eyeballs couldn't move, and she said in a daze, "Qin Shangcheng, are you awake? I'm going to wash your face..."

"Girl, you stayed up with me all night?"

"Qin Shangcheng, shall we go back? Let's go back soon, shall we..."

"Girl, what's the matter?"

"I want to go back, I don't want to stay here...I want to go right away...go..."

She struggled to stand up, her footsteps were crooked: "Look, I have packed all my things, let's go right away...I miss Xiaohutou..."

Her hands were about to pick up the bundle, but stars appeared in front of her eyes.

"Girl..."

"Qin Shangcheng, let's go, get out of here...I can't stay any longer..."

She leaned against the wall and almost fell down.

King Qin was startled and jumped down, but saw her haggard face and cold body.

"Girl, girl..." He almost jumped down, and as soon as his arms grew, he hugged her onto the bed.He pulled the quilt and covered her.

She tilted her head and lay in his arms, sleeping soundly. When he touched her, she felt her hot head.

"Girl, why are you so hot?"

She doesn't talk, just sleeps, so tired and needs it so badly.

I have been chasing and running desperately all my life - I have been on the road of revenge for him for many years - but in the end, I have achieved nothing.

A woman is not like a woman; she is like a ridiculous idealist, chasing an illusory dream all her life.

No matter how high the clouds are, there will always be a day when they will fall down.

It's that kind of habit, a deep-rooted habit, like always looking for a dream - coming out of the dream, you can only be in reality, you can only lie by his side and accept his care.

No one can live in a dream.

People always have only one choice.

She was too tired, closed her eyes, didn't care what he was saying or doing, just lay on the warm bed, and didn't care when the sky fell.

No matter how far you go, fortunately, there is still a place to stay.

That's enough.

In a drowsy state, I heard him running, taking medicine, pouring water, taking care... The feeling of being cared for is always better than the feeling of caring for others.

She passed out completely.

Morning exercise time is over.

There was a knock on the door, one sound, so crisp: "The parachutist...the parachutist..."

Cui Sanniang pushed the door open almost without waiting for it to open.Seeing that the parachutist was holding a bow and arrow, his eyes were blue, she was a little strange: "Parloral general, you didn't sleep well last night?" After finishing speaking, she immediately said, "No wonder, you were drunk last night..." Suddenly she felt a little bit Sorry, "I was here to take care of you, but the soldiers are not allowed to come in..."

The parachutist said indifferently: "Sanniang, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)