Heartburn

"Puffing, puffing..." She looked at her as if all the voices were blocked in an instant, and only the heartbeat in the ears was left. It was quickly passed, and the sound passed again, as if it was about to jump out of the chest in the next moment.

I didn’t speak, and she was silent, just staring at each other, as if to impress each other deeply... I don’t know if her heart is like me, filled with this inexplicable sweetness and sourness, But the undisguised obsession in her eyes taught me to see it clearly.

——She may not have no feelings for me, right?

Thinking about it this way, I felt a joy at first and a sour again: What if I misunderstood because I was passionate?

The atmosphere was not under my control, and suddenly became ambiguous and blurred.

I sank into the tub, lowered my head, but couldn't help but peek at her.

The sound of water "crashing" sounded, and she seemed to awake and blinked, her thin lips pursed lightly, and her eyebrows were narrowed naturally, and she moved her gaze away from me--but the faint blush on her cheeks Unable to cover up, this was just as embarrassing as possible.

"I'm going to ask him what medicinal materials he should buy." Being embarrassed, she whispered to me, while quickly turning around and walking towards the door, her stiff back and hurried steps turned out to be a little unreliable. The smell of escape.

When she stepped out and closed the door carefully. When I was the only one left in the room, I finally let go of my tight nerves and leaned back against the wall of the barrel as if I felt relieved.

Thinking of everything just now, I was happy for a while, lonely, tangled, and shy. When I was excited, I couldn't help taking a breath and sank into the water——

The water came in from all directions, and the warm touch felt like her palm pressing on my skin. I thought that a brief suffocation would allow the chaotic thoughts to settle down-it was a pity that I was wrong.

I can close my eyes, cover my ears, avoid touching... I can shield all senses, but I can’t shield her voice and smile; I hide her in my heart, and read her in my mind, I can’t... ...Don't think about her.

In the silence, in this darkness, her description became clearer.

Sighing, and can't help but laugh, it's self-deprecating, but it's also joy-to have a person who loves you in this life is something that can't be met, even if it is a secret love that has not been announced. In the middle of the night, people quietly took it out and tasted it. The sour and sweet mood is also extremely wonderful, and this kind of unique thought is always extraordinarily cherished.

Suddenly, the surface of the water was disturbed by external forces, and I only felt that my arm was tight, and I was already pulled out of the water before I recovered.

"What are you doing?" Before I could speak, a cold and sullen female voice rang in her ears first, "What can't be thought of, it should be so!"

"...Huh?" I wiped the drops of water on my face, and looked at her with anxious face in a daze, somewhat puzzled.

My wrists are tightly clenched, and the pain makes me sweat, but I don’t care about it at this time, and I just focus on her hand that is holding my waist; my chest is pressed against each other without any gaps, and the softness is squeezed. , While the sense of touch was shy, it gave birth to some uncontrollable intoxication and comfort-she asked me why I couldn't think about it, did I think I was going to commit suicide when I sank in the water?

As long as you calm down and think about it, you will know that this is a misunderstanding. Seeing her suddenly change color and lose her composure, is it the so-called "caring and chaos"?

This kind of speculation made the fire and passion in my heart replaced by warmth. I couldn’t help but stretch my hand around her shoulders, leaned her head on the side of her neck, gently stroked her back, pressed it against her ear and whispered. Comforted: "I'm fine, it's not that I can't think about it, don't worry."

She was quiet for a while, and responded in a low voice. Then she suddenly noticed the ambiguous posture between us. After recollection, she hurriedly pulled my hand away, and helped me sit back in the tub, The medicinal materials in the basket in his hand were poured into the water.

After all this was done, she stopped looking at me, and pulled a small tartlet and sat down on the side, half-closed her eyes, but her cheeks were reddish, revealing a few waves of disguise under her calm appearance. .

I gritted my teeth and was thinking about how to talk to her, only to find that the medicinal materials soaked in the barrel began to exert its strength-first it was so hot, as if to burn me off a layer of flesh, and then densely spread. It hurts, as if thousands of tiny needles pierced into my body, repeatedly, the pain made me almost cry.

"Um..." She didn't want her to see my embarrassed look, so she bit her lip and held it back, might as well let out a sullen grunt.

The man who was closing his eyes suddenly got up, leaned close to me, grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with worry: "What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"It hurts..." I had only five points of pain, but when I taught her to look at this caring and pampering look, the pain was magnified by ten, I wish I could rush into her arms and roll around, behave like a coquettish, and win. Her sympathy, exchange opportunities for closeness.

"So, what about that?" She vainly gathered my shoulders, but her gaze was only on my face. She didn't dare to swim underwater in the bucket. I suddenly realized her embarrassment, and I also felt in my heart. Feeling a little uncomfortable, she was able to withdraw from her arms, holding onto the barrel wall and closing her eyes.

When she saw that I didn't want to talk, she didn't force her, she just sat closer to me, resting my elbow in one hand, and keeping an eye on my movements.

At this time, the effect of the medicine has also been exerted to its extreme. My chest, back, limbs, and all the places in contact with this bucket of Chinese medicine are all painful and unbearable, as if someone is holding a knife and pulling back and forth on it. Although you can't see the blood dripping, but don't have a heart-wrenching tragedy.

I have never suffered this level of pain. If it hadn't been for Jiang Zhuo to hold my hand firmly and support me, I'm afraid I would have been unable to withstand the pain and drowned in the water.

After nearly a stick of incense, the pain gradually subsided, and my strength also retreated cleanly, panting on the edge of the barrel, and lost all the love and affection, and there was nothing left in my mind. Fortunately for the rest of my life.

"Are you okay?" After I took a breath, Jiang Zhuo put my elbow on it, carefully brushed off the hair sticking to my face, and asked softly.

"...Hmm." I nodded strenuously, and I smiled lightly at her, leaning against the wall of the barrel to rest with my eyes half closed.

"Shen Shi has arrived, you can come out." I don't know how she determined the time. When I didn't have much energy to recover, I felt cold all over, and she had picked up my legs and back and picked it up from the water. .

Suddenly exposed to the air, I couldn't help but sneezed twice in a row, but what was even more difficult for me to accept was not the coolness that attacked my skin, but the embarrassment brought by being naked in her arms.

"...Offended." She glared at me, probably feeling a little embarrassed. She lowered her eyes in a weird manner, pulled the cloth towel hung on one side, wrapped me around, rubbed it roughly, and then used it. The robe bound me tightly.

Her technique is not rude, but she is definitely not as comfortable as a waiter like Xiao Chan. When she rubbed her, she accidentally rubbed a sensitive area several times, which made me almost scream - also because of me. Now that she was weak, she had to let her move, even if she was extremely ashamed, she just pretended that nothing happened.

In such a shy state, Jiang Zhuo hugged me all the way back to the room she lived in-now this should be regarded as our shared room, right? Thinking of this, I can’t help but feel a burst of sweetness-put me on the bed carefully, cover me with a quilt, serve me like a gentle wife, and teach me that I can’t help thinking: if I can get her to treat each other with love, even if it’s true Since then, I have lost all my ability to act, and I am willing to do so.

The same was the same on the second day, but when Jiang Zhuo was holding me, I pressed against her soft chest, listening to her soothing and powerful heartbeat, my heart was itchy, and I wanted to do something.

On the third day, I pretended to be inadvertent, and my lips lightly brushed her cheek; she just paused without speaking, and I became bolder.

…On the seventh day, I summoned my courage and pressed her lips violently-she did not refuse, but she did not respond, silently allowing me to lick her lips, but my breathing was a little bit short. some.

... On the twelfth day, I learned about the taste of a kiss for the first time in my life. It was like a bone-eating throat, teaching people how to eat the marrow and know the taste, and I couldn't stop it - and this time, she took the initiative.

Can I think a little bit: She likes me too?

As the days passed, I spent the happiest time in this valley since I came to Dawu, and it was also the happiest time in my life I once thought - but all this ushered in a turning point on that day.

That day, Wei Shu didn’t tell me to take a bath in the medicine house. Instead, he brought a few strange women into my room. Before I could ask, the leading woman arched her hands at me and said with a smile: " Lieutenant Yi, a subordinate of the Yuan Army-Su Yao, congratulations to your Highness!"

I was dissatisfied that she suddenly broke in and disturbed my cleanliness, so I didn't look good to her, and just asked, "Where does the joy come from?"

She seemed to have never noticed my indifference. She still replied with a smile on her face: "His Royal Highness has eliminated all the ills. For one thing, the emperor is the son of the emperor's teacher bestowed by His Highness. Second, it is such a double happiness. "

"Gift, marriage?" When I heard Jiang Zhuo's voice, I suddenly turned my head to look, but saw her standing at the door with no expression on her face, her already fair face was even more bloody-she was still holding me in her hand. Arguing about lotus porridge to eat.

"Jiang Zhuo..." She gave me a fixed look, and suddenly curled her lips into a smile. The smile was as pure as morning dew, pure and unparalleled, but it taught me a bitter heart, and suddenly endless panic was born.