My Lady, Something is Wrong

The night passed quietly.

It was still windy and thunderous outside.

On both sides of the bridge hole, the cold wind is still howling.

The two people in front of the bonfire snuggled together, and there was a rare tranquility and warmth.

"It's done, let me put it on for you, or your feet will be cold."

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and slippery little feet, and helped her put on the dried snow-white socks.

"Well, how about...you climb on my lap, and I'll bake your hair for you, or you'll get sick tomorrow."

Luo Qingzhou saw that the girl at this moment had become rare and gentle, so she didn't have too many scruples and fears in her heart.

The girl stayed in his arms for a while, then Fang slowly bent down and lay obediently on his lap.

A head of long hair like a waterfall, hanging down.

Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed it close to the flame, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful."

The girl's cheek was buried in his leg, motionless and silent.

In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.

After a long time.

Luo Qingzhou said: "Your hair is dry, that... your coat... why don't you take it off too?"

The girl lay on his lap without moving or speaking.

Luo Qingzhou said again: "Miss Xia Chan..."

The girl still didn't move, she clenched the sword's fingers and slowly released them.

"Then sleep, lean on the campfire, it should be done soon."

Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were numb, he didn't move.

The two of them sat like this, while the other crawled, and fell silent.

The torrential rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.

But the cold wind is still biting.

There were snowflakes floating quietly outside.

Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all, his legs were numb from the pressure, but he didn't have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to be asleep on her lap.

He slowly lay back, looking at the dark ceiling, thinking about something.

The flames of the bonfire gradually died down.

The cold wind blew in from the hole, and the girl shivered again.

Luo Qingzhou sat up, took dry firewood from the side, and stuffed it into the fire.

The flame burned the damp dead branches, and acrid smoke rose, which was blown by the wind and drifted towards the two of them.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took off his shirt, drove the smoke over the girl's head, put one hand on the side of the girl's face, and gently fanned it outside.

The smoke was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

The dead branches were dried and water-stained and began to burn.

With her upper body bare, Luo Qingzhou clenched her fists, arched her arms, and carefully observed her shiny, tough flesh under the firelight.

Looked at the left arm, then at the right arm.

After looking at the right arm, he looked down at his chest again.

He straightened his chest and touched it with his hand. It was very strong, and he pinched the flesh and bounced it. It was very resilient.

He looked down at the two points on his chest.

How's the flesh here?

He squeezed one with his fingertips, pulled it, and dropped it suddenly.

"Snapped!"

Well, resilient too.

After refining the skin and flesh, the whole body...huh? ? ?

He suddenly saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him quietly between his legs.

"..."

Luo Qingzhou's cheeks became hot, and he quickly put on his shirt, and looked at the girl crawling on her lap.

The girl who had been peeking at him from the side just now buried her cheeks in his legs, as if she had fallen asleep.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss Xia Chan, my legs are numb, can you get up first?"

The girl ignored him and remained lying there, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword in her hand, and suddenly felt itchy, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it.

But when he stretched out his hand cautiously, the girl lying on his lap sat up suddenly as if she had eyes behind her back, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took the opportunity to move his numb legs, put his hands on the ground, stood up with his teeth bared, and moved his blood.

"You weren't asleep just now?"

Luo Qingzhou moved for a while, and after his legs gradually recovered, he sat down again, looked at her and asked.

The girl bent her legs, hugged the sword, turned her face away, looked at the snowflakes falling outside the cave, ignored him, and seemed to have returned to her cold and arrogant appearance.

Luo Qingzhou said: "There will be thunder later."

The girl looked outside, but still didn't speak.

Luo Qingzhou filled some dry firewood into the fire again, then lay down and said, "I'll sleep for a while, I still have something to do tomorrow, if you can't sleep, watch the fire. If you want to sleep, you can lie down again Sleep on me. I'm fine."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Peace of mind, no thoughts or desires, soon fell asleep.

The girl sat quietly for a while, and after hearing the sound of even breathing coming from his nose, Fang slowly turned her head and stared at him blankly.

After a while.

She got close to him again, lay gently in his arms, and closed her eyes.

But can't sleep.

She suddenly thought of the scene she just peeked at, raised her small face, glanced at him, quietly put a hand into his clothes, pinched it with her slender index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it up, Then throw it away suddenly.

"Snapped!"

Ok? ? ?

Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, and looked down. The girl was lying in his arms, sleeping soundly, holding the sword in one hand, and putting the other on her body obediently.

"strangeness……"

Luo Qingzhou looked puzzled, and raised his hand to rub his place, feeling a little itchy somewhere, could it be that he pinched it just now?

Forget it, go to sleep.

Tomorrow, I will go to Jubao Pavilion to gather with other warriors, and then go out of the city to do the mission.

So you must keep your spirits up.

Otherwise, if you encounter a monster at that time, if you feel a little dazed, your life will be in danger.

Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

After a while.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then quietly stretched her little hand in, squeezed her fingertips, and pinched the other...

You are a genius, remember for a second: Red Spring:

Chapter 120 He, touched...

The next day, snowflakes fell.

Outside the bridge hole, a night of storms caused a mess on the riverside.

The ground is muddy and the leaves are scattered.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, he felt a little pain in the spot on his chest.

Ordinarily, he is now in the realm of refining meat, even those two points, shouldn't be pulled casually, just hurt all night, right?

Could it be that Miss Xia Chan put her head on it and pressed it?

The bonfire has gone out.

The ground was covered with ashes, and there were some faint sparks in it.

Luo Qingzhou sat up and turned to look. The cold girl was already holding a sword, standing at the entrance of the bridge, staring at the river outside in a daze.

Luo Qingzhou got up, exercised his muscles and bones, and after extinguishing the remaining sparks, Fang walked to the entrance of the cave and said, "Let's go home."

The girl came out of the cave and walked ahead.

Luo Qingzhou followed behind.

It was just dawn.

But the gates of the inner city were finally opened.

The two entered the inner city one after the other.

After crossing a street, the figure walking in front suddenly stopped.

Luo Qingzhou stepped forward and said, "What's wrong?"

The girl did not speak.

Luo Qingzhou walked in front, endured it for a while, and still couldn't help but said: "If you don't know the way, you can say it directly. There are many things that you can actually say directly. I have no other intentions, I just think... Xia Chan The girl should talk more, it should be better."

The girl followed behind him, still not speaking.

Luo Qingzhou didn't speak any more.