My Lady, Something is Wrong

"sneeze……"

When Luo Qingzhou was thinking of a solution, he suddenly heard the girl behind him sneezed.

No more rain everywhere.

He suddenly turned around and said: "Miss Xia Chan, let's go to the brothel, there should be no ID proof there, let's go in and find a place to live, overnight, do you think it's okay?"

The girl stayed where she was, and rejected him with cold eyes.

"sneeze……"

She sneezed again, then turned away from him.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say: "Then we can only go to the last place, under the bridge hole, where you can shelter from the rain and be drier, but it's a bit cold, can you bear it?"

The girl didn't answer, she just raised her feet and walked towards the stone bridge.

Luo Qingzhou sighed and could only follow behind her.

The two of them came to the stone bridge one after the other, and then went down from the side and entered the dark stone cave.

Weeds were overgrown in the cave, and there was an unpleasant smell.

But at least it won't rain anymore.

In the middle of the night, there were also warriors patrolling the streets of the outer city. If they stayed on the streets, they would probably be arrested and interrogated if they were discovered.

So it's still safer here.

Luo Qingzhou found a clean grass, took off his shirt, and said: "Miss Xia Chan, sit here, it's cleaner here."

The girl walked to the grass, sat down, bent her legs, held the sword in her arms, her thin body trembling slightly.

Luo Qingzhou wrung out the water in the jacket, and put it on again.

Both sides of the bridge hole are ventilated, and the temperature dropped sharply due to the rain, making it very cold.

Luo Qingzhou walked out from the other side, went to the river to pick up many dead branches, and piled them up in front of the girl.

I went out two more times and brought back a lot of dead branches that were soaked by rain.

Fortunately, not long after the heavy rain fell, these dead branches were only wet on the surface, and the inside was still dry.

Luo Qingzhou first lit the dead grass and leaves picked up from the bridge hole, and then set up the dry firewood.

Smoke rose in the bridge hole.

The damp dry wood quickly "cracked" and burned.

Due to the deep bridge hole and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside, no one could notice it.

After the bonfire was lit, Luo Qingzhou took off all his shirts and sat down opposite the girl naked, starting to warm the clothes in his hands.

The two sat opposite each other without speaking.

There was silence in the bridge hole, only the occasional sound of dry wood burning.

When the coat was almost baked, he got up and walked to the girl opposite, and said, "Take off your coat, I'll bake it for you, and you put on my clothes to be warmer."

Holding the sword in her arms, the girl glanced at the clothes in his hand, and then at his naked upper body. She was silent for a while, only took his coat and wrapped it around her body.

The large man's coat wrapped her slender body, making her look even weaker and weaker.

Luo Qingzhou didn't force her anymore, put on the underwear under her body, sat down beside her, added firewood, and said softly: "The clothes are wet, if you wear them inside, you will feel uncomfortable and even get sick. You're wearing obscene clothes inside, and I won't look at you, why don't you take them off?"

The girl turned her face away and said nothing.

The swaying firelight reflected on her pretty little face, even though it was still as cold as snow, it was still charming.

Luo Qingzhou took a look, then at the shoes under her skirt, and said, "If it's inconvenient to take off the clothes, you can take off the shoes and socks and bake them. The shoes will be full of water, and it will be very uncomfortable."

After speaking, he took off his shoes and socks and roasted them on the fire.

In the bridge hole, silence was restored again.

Luo Qingzhou baked for a while, put the shoes and socks that were not water-stained by the fire, continued to bake, then turned to look at her and said: "You are a martial arts practitioner, why stick to these? As long as you are comfortable, you don't have to You must care too much about other people's eyes. What's more, I'm the only one here, and I won't say it."

The girl was silent for another moment, Fang Bie came over to look at him, and said coldly, "You...do you... want to take advantage of me?"

"No."

Luo Qingzhou calmly denied it, and said: "I can go out, you can take off the roast yourself, and I'll come in after the roast is finished, is that okay? I just think that you are uncomfortable like this, and you will get sick."

The girl stared at him blankly, and remained silent for a while. Fang lowered his head slightly, stretched out one foot in front of him, turned away his pretty face, and said in a low voice, "Take off."

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then looked at her stretched out slender feet.

Chapter 119 The Snuggle Under the Bridge Hole

"call--"

On both sides of the bridge hole, the cold wind howled in.

It was still pouring rain outside.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's slender little feet protruding from the hem of her skirt in front of her, and was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the sword she held in her arms.

The other hand did not hold the hilt of the sword.

but……

Is this a test?

Deliberately stretching out her little feet to test him, when he reached out to touch his dirty mind, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with it.

"Dengtuzi, you should be killed!"

So, under the dark and cold bridge hole, there was a poor dead soul.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him, and many thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and finally he didn't dare to reach out, and said: "That...Miss Xia Chan, you should take it off yourself. Men and women can't kiss each other, let alone girls feet, are..."

The words in his mouth stopped suddenly.

The girl's other hand, at some point, was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Actually, as I said just now, martial arts practitioners don't need to stick to worldly etiquette when they are away from home. If you worry too much, you can do whatever you want... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I'll help you take it off."

Without further hesitation, Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand to hold her slender ankle, picked up her foot, and carefully helped her take off her wet shoes.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly took off the snow-white socks on her feet.

The silk socks fell off, revealing a delicate and delicate snow-white foot under the bright flames, held in his hand, like a delicate white jade, flawless.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it, put it on his lap, and looked up at her.

The girl still turned her face away, looked away, paused, then stretched out the other foot from under the skirt, and placed it in front of him.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other slender little foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.

"If the floor is dirty, just put it on my lap."

In order to make her fit comfortably, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways, stretched her legs over, then took her shoes and socks, and baked them on the bonfire.

The girl wrapped his loose clothes tightly, looked out of the bridge hole with a pretty face sideways.

After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hand, at his outstretched leg, and finally at her little snow-white foot on his lap , a trance appeared in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground beside the campfire to bake, then took her socks, approached the flames, and baked them seriously.

Under the bridge, there was silence.

There is only the sound of dry wood burning, and the sound of cold wind whistling on both sides of the cave entrance.

The two were silent and neither spoke.

The girl blinked her long eyelashes, staring blankly at his serious appearance and his delicate and handsome profile.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to that day again.

It was snowing heavily, and he was sitting on the steps in the alley, looking tenderly at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns, with a peaceful and peaceful expression.

It was as if the wind in the alley stirred her long hair and her heart.

She never knew what it meant to like.

Of course, I don't even know what love at first sight is.

But at that moment, her heart was full of tenderness; her eyes were full of his appearance.

For several days, she secretly watched him there.

Then, on the day he came in, at the last moment, she suddenly mustered up her courage, blushed for the first time, and said to Miss and Bai Ling the words that made her feel ashamed even now.

"Boom!"

Outside the bridge hole, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.

The girl trembled, and subconsciously approached him, hugged her knees tightly, curled up into a ball, her little face turned pale.

Dark night and thunder, strong wind and heavy rain are nightmares and shadows that will never go away for her who once lived in the streets and fields.

She is afraid of them.

Seeing her frail body trembling, Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, stretched out his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he comforted her softly: "It's okay, It's very safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but it's actually very far away to us. It's in the sky, and we're on the ground, so..."

"boom!"

Suddenly there was another thunderclap.

Immediately, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky of the night and landed on a willow tree by the river not far from the bridge hole.

"Crack!"

The willow tree was split in two on the spot.

The flames burn.

But soon, it was doused by the torrential rain.

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth, staring blankly at the severed and charred willow tree, and swallowed the words in his mouth.

The girl beside her trembled more and more.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, opened his arms, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The girl leaned into his arms, buried her cheek in his chest, and the trembling on her body gradually calmed down.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her with one hand, gently stroked her shoulders and soft hair, comforted her tenderly, and helped her bake her socks with the other hand, and couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in her heart.