He saw her familiar figure in the light of the sky.

He wanted to chase him, but found that his feet seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds.

"Qing'er, come back, come back quickly"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, almost bursting his eardrums.

However, the blazing fire seemed to separate his world and hers into two worlds.

She couldn't hear him, couldn't see him, and was still walking into the sea of ​​fire.

He was so anxious that he almost went crazy. He didn't know where the strength came from, and his body suddenly jumped into the air.

"Qing'er, no, don't go"

He yelled, hit his head on the bed, and opened his eyes suddenly

Everything familiar came into view, and Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, it’s just a dream

He let out a long breath and lay back down almost exhausted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the door of the house. He was surprised, and then he held up his arms and tried to sit up.

But it affected the wounds on his body, causing him to take a breath of pain.

"Lie down and don't move, or the wound will open."

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, suppressed the shock in her heart, and hurriedly gave a warning.

She quickly came over here carrying the basin.

Place the basin on the ground in front of the bed, come to his side, and lean over to examine his wounds.

Okay, okay, it's not stretched.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qing'er, why are you in my room?"

Luo Fengtang lay there and asked her with his head tilted.

"I'll bring you new shoes, just in time for you to have a fever, so I'll stay here to help your uncle."

She smiled and talked to him as usual.

"Tangyaozi, what happened to you just now? Did you have a nightmare?" she asked him.

"No." He muttered.

Yang Ruoqing looked at his clothes that were wet with cold sweat.

"I've heard it all, and you're still making excuses."

Luo Fengtang suddenly became nervous.

"What did you hear?" he asked.

She curled her lips and said, "I heard you calling my name, telling me to come back, telling me not to leave."

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience.

He gritted his teeth, frowned, and lay there panting slightly, as if he hadn't fully recovered from his dream.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing became even more curious, moved a little closer, and lightly poked his shoulder with her finger.

"Hey, don't be so stingy, tell me, what are you dreaming about me about?"

Luo Fengtang turned his head and looked at the curious eyes of the girl close to him, knowing that she was going to ask the question.

"I can't remember exactly what it was." He scratched his head. "It was a mess. One moment it was water, one moment it was fire, and the next moment it fell into the hanging bottom."

Yang Ruoqing listened with half-understanding.

"It's okay. I'm weak and have nightmares. I'll be fine once you recover."

She comforted.

I'm afraid that yesterday's incident with Zuo Jiao Feng left a shadow in his heart.

"Well, maybe," Luo Fengtang said with a frown.

Yang Ruoqing nodded in agreement.

In my heart, somewhere, there seemed to be a trickle of warmth flowing through me.

In my previous life, I was alone, coming and going in a hurry.

Everyone I meet is a passerby passing by.

Whether she is alive or dead, in safety or in danger, no one has ever paid attention to her.

But things are different now. Not only does she have parents who love her, but she also has a younger brother.

They pay attention to her because she is a member of their family.

As for Luo Fengtang, she and he were neither relatives nor friends, and they didn't get along for long.

However, the big boy in front of her always stayed by her side silently.

Help her, protect her.

He does the hard work.

When he was surrounded by the guys in the restaurant, he blocked them.

Going down a cliff with his head tied to his waistband, he did it without even frowning.

The moment the rope broke, he threw her to the top of the cliff at the expense of his own fall.

A simple movement of raising her arms actually gave her the hope of life.

Even though she is a tough-minded woman, she is never easily moved by anything.

But at this moment, a certain corner of my heart was severely touched by something and became soft.

Suddenly thinking of something, Luo Fengtang stood up and stared at Yang Ruoqing nervously, "Qing'er, can you promise me one thing?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and said, "Tell me about it."

As long as it doesn't violate her principles, let alone one thing, ten things, or a hundred things, she will agree to it.

"Next time if we have to go down the cliff to collect medicine or something, I won't allow you to go down to find me recklessly again."

His voice revealed more anxiety, and was a bit hoarse due to the high fever.

When he was begging for this, there was still lingering fear and fear on his face and in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

I thought he was going to make some request, but I didn't expect it

Her nose felt sour and she turned her head sideways.

She almost shed tears after almost half her life without tears.

"Qing'er, why don't you bite your tongue? Promise me, will you do it?"

He became more anxious and subconsciously wanted to grab her hand, but when he was about to touch her fingertips, he retracted it.

After trying her best to suppress her tears, Yang Ruoqing turned her face and smiled sweetly at him.

"Okay, I promise you"

"Really?" he asked happily.

She nodded, suddenly reached out and held his hand.

His hands were big and his fingers were slender. He had been working with bows, arrows, and hatchets for many years, and his fingertips had a layer of calluses.

In comparison, her hands are much smaller and softer.

The moment she held his hand with both hands, a surge of electricity hit him instantly.

The boy's face turned red, his body tensed up like a bow, and he didn't even dare to express his anger.

"Tangyaozi, you can rest assured and recover from your injuries. Qing'er will be obedient in the future, listen to your words, and won't do anything that worries you."

Yang Ruoqing gently patted the back of Luo Fengtang's hand and said seriously.

"You just had a nightmare and broke out in a cold sweat. Now, I have to twist a handkerchief for you to wipe it off."

She immediately let go of his hand, stood up and squatted by the basin.

Here, Luo Fengtang looked at his hand that was held by her, his whole body was light and airy, as if he was dreaming.

Yang Ruoqing twisted the handkerchief and turned around, seeing Luo Fengtang staring blankly at his own hands.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't help but laugh at what she thought of.

Isn't it just that a girl shook my hand? This stupid boy is really worthless.

However, the more this happened, the more she wanted to tease him. It was fun to see his embarrassment.

So, she coughed and looked at him with a smile, "The veil is twisted, do you want to take it off yourself or should I help you take it off?"

"What are you taking off?" Luo Fengtang was confused.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips at him, "I didn't mention it earlier, your shirt is soaked through. Take it off and wipe it for you, and then change to something clean."

"It's okay, I'll change it later." Luo Fengtang said, his face turning red again.

Yang Ruoqing glared at him, "I've even seen your butt, do you mind if I see your arms again?"

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

"Stop scratching your head. You still have a fever. I'll rub your back with wine. If you don't lower the fever, your brain will be burned to a pulp."

She didn't talk nonsense to him and went straight to peeling it off.
Chapter completed!