Flash marriage sweet wife: Mr.Mu, hard to serve

The terrain of Xishan is strange. For a girl with a poor sense of direction, it's really easy to get lost.

Mu Yu line dun dun, seem to be don't know what to say, just indifferently should voice, is to pull her hand to go back.

When stepping out of the Bush, Mu Yuxing reaches out and lifts his raincoat and drapes it over her.

In the dark, he did not hesitate to find his way, and walked back with gentleness. Her hand had been clenched into a fist shape, not so much "pulled" by him as his palm wrapped her fist, but she never stretched out.

After walking down for nearly half an hour, I was able to see the scattered light at the foot of the mountain. On a rainy night, it was like a thick landscape of water and ink.

The gentle and quiet step is more and more slow, and the body shape is also a bit staggering.

Mu Yuxing finally stopped, wiped the rain on his face, frowned at her, "can't walk?"

Wenjing forced out a smile, "No."

If it is the previous quiet, most of them have already rushed into their arms, crying out of breath.

Mu Yu line pursed lips, indifferent way, "don't give me trouble."

She avoided his eyes and answered simply.

Walking all the way back to the courtyard, it was already early in the morning. The old couple were still waiting anxiously. When they finally met the two people who came back, they were relieved.

Wenjing broke away his hand and sat down in the hall, gritting his teeth to touch his feet.

The old woman's eyes were very sharp. She saw her swollen and red ankle at a glance. "Ouch," she said with a heartache, "how can it be like this?"

Wen Jing looked at the old woman who was looking for medicinal wine at once with some embarrassment, and even said thanks.

Mu Yuxing always stood aside, his face was very embarrassed.

The old man handed him a clean new towel and urged, "go and wipe my little girlfriend's hair."

He took it slowly, and then came to Wenjing's side, brushing her wet hair with his fingertips.

The swelling on her ankle burned her. Wenjing was trying to endure it all the way. In fact, she was numb at the end of the pain.

As he approached, the soft, dry towel rubbed her hair, quietly and subconsciously hiding to one side.

It was as if she had been rubbing her cheek with an unexpected hand.

The taste of medicinal wine is very pungent. No one talks between the two people. Until the granny cleans up and leaves, Mu Yuxing frowns and asks, "I sprained my foot. Why don't I say it?"

The gentle voice was low, and there was no fluctuation, "no pain."

It's very quiet, just breathing.

Under the orange light, he carefully looked at her expression, tone became cold thin, "gentle, you are practicing yourself."

Wen Jing's calm eyes gradually developed some emotions. Her lips moved and wanted to say something, but she quickly gathered her expression. Finally, she only dropped three words, "it doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter what he thinks or what he is.

It's all happened, that's all.

He finally threw the towel aside and said angrily, "be quiet."

Wenjing just stood up coldly and raised her eyebrows. She asked with a smile, "then why do you come to me?"

Her eyebrow is full of tired, also didn't wait for mu Yuxing to reply, just limp to turn around and walk to the stairs.

Night will pull her back long, stairs high and steep, every step up, just on the ankle of the wine came from the heart of pain.

Wen Jing supported the strength of her hands on the armrest. She walked slowly, but she was very attentive. She didn't pay attention to the deep eyes behind her.

Finally, sweating, she sat on the bed, changed her clothes, huddled in the thin blanket, and closed her eyes gently. However, she remembered that when she lost her way in the mountains during the day, she didn't feel afraid at all, as if she just walked along the mountain road, so she couldn't get out, and it was very good.

After Jane left, her world experienced a huge collapse. After leaving muyuxing, all her firm beliefs also collapsed in an instant.

She knows that she can persist until now only because of Mu Yuxing.

But now he will only make her feel like she is in the abyss, no matter how can not climb up.

Just now, when he pushed aside the Bush, she had no information to be rescued. Instead, her heart became heavier. It was like that she was about to face a nightmare she didn't want to continue. After hiding for so long, she was found.

Bedside has not light not heavy voice, Mu Yuxing's voice coldly pulls her out from her own thoughts, "get up."

She opened her eyes and there was a bowl of steaming soup on the table.

"This is the ginger soup that my aunt cooked for you." He said simply.

Wen Jing sat up and reached for the bowl. Without a word, he took over the hot ginger soup. After drinking it, he lay down in silence.The wooden bed board creaks and creaks. Wen Jing lets Mu Yuxing say, "Wen Jing, don't forget that you've never been alone."

Wen Jing didn't understand the meaning of this and didn't want to understand it.

Soon she closed her eyes, but she didn't fall asleep.

There is no moonlight around, there is no light, so close between them, but the heart is so far away.

The soft lips are sticking to the chest, a little bit up, her hair with a good smell of moisture, a little bit slowly wrapped him.

The man's narrow eyebrow slightly frowned, looking at the woman's active action in his arms, suddenly dragged her directly into his arms and pressed her under his body.

"What? I saved you, so I took the initiative? "

"I think so." Wenjing raised her head and put her arm around his neck. When she touched his lip, she bit it gently.

Breathing with a strong taste of ginger soup, he quickly reaction, hand clasped her back on the head is heavily kiss down.

I don't know. After a long time, my eyes were filled with tears.

When Wen Jing wakes up the next day, Mu Yuxing is leaning against the window, looking at the mobile phone thoughtfully in his hand, but his eyes are not far away from him.

She suddenly woke up and thought something had happened to Lin or her mother.

"What's the matter?"

He walked over slowly and sat down beside the bed. His eyes fell on her thin shoulder, which was covered with dense traces. His cool fingertips gently stroked it and slowly rubbed it, so infatuated.

"Nothing." He just gave a gentle smile.

Wenjing quickly moved away from her eyes, so that she would not be confused by Mu Yuxing.

"When shall we go back?" She asked.

"Tomorrow night."

"Oh." He answered quietly and turned his head.

Her eyes were empty, as if she had no soul at all.

Mu Yuxing's eyes suddenly sank.