Michelle was lying on the bed in a tulle, with a thin quilt covering her proud body. Her pretty face was extremely haggard, her eyebrows were tightly closed, and her lips were white, which made people pity.
A girl dressed as a maid was taking out a handkerchief from a cold jade basin, wiping her forehead and neck constantly to lower her body temperature...
Liu Hongju dismissed the maid as soon as she entered the room. Looking at Michelle's haggard face, she frowned and whispered: "Silly boy, you don't know how to cherish yourself..."
"Brother Yun, I miss you so much... Do you really not want Xue'er?... Xue'er likes you so much..."
Zhang Yun's nose was sore and he could hardly help but shed tears. He quickly lowered his head and walked to the bed, sat on the wooden stool beside the bed, held Michelle's spring-green hands in his hands, and whispered to Liu Hongju: "
Senior, go back and rest! Leave this place to me, okay?"
Liu Hongju glared at him resentfully, sighed, turned around and went out, closing the door gently.
Except for Zhang Yun, who would wash his handkerchief from the basin made of ten thousand years of cold jade every once in a while to wipe away her fragrant sweat, he would spend the rest of the time holding Michelle's jade hand, sometimes holding it in front of his chest, sometimes sticking it to her.
on the face...
Whenever she babbles, you can always clearly feel the helplessness and loss from her hands and face. While heartbroken, she keeps comforting: Brother Yun is here... How could I not want you?
Well... Xue'er is so cute, and Brother Yun also likes it...
He whispered over and over again, not sure if she could hear him, but who cared at this time?
But every time Xueer hears Zhang Yun's soft whisper, she can fall asleep sweetly. Zhang Yun knows that Xueer is really too tired. Maybe she will wake up soon after she takes a nap...
Xue'er not only takes good medicine to cure diseases, but also has elixirs that strengthen her body and nourish her body, so she doesn't have to worry about being hungry or thirsty. Under Liu Hongju's deliberate arrangement, no one comes to disturb the tranquility in the house.
Until midnight, Xueer woke up sweetly, turned sideways and held Zhang Yun's arms with both hands, and whispered softly: "Brother Yun, I dreamed of you again, is this true?"
Zhang Yun was shocked. Her smile was so beautiful. It was like a flash in the pan at midnight. He wanted the flash in the pan to bloom more beautifully, so he did not say anything to interrupt the tranquility of this moment!
He smiled and nodded gently, but she smiled even brighter and said coquettishly: "Brother Yun, you should hug me at this time!"
"Hmm... um..." Zhang Yun gently lifted her upper body up, sat on the bed and let her lean into his arms. He put his hands around her chest from behind, feeling her hot body temperature and wanting to protect her.
Her heart has never been so firm as at this moment: "Xue'er, I'm going to make your decision!"
Michelle felt the warmth and sweetness, and confided softly: "In my dreams, you are always so gentle, silly, and so cute... I know that I can't keep your person and your heart, but I want to
Keep your dream!...I have been hugged by you, kissed by you, you have to be responsible for me...Although this is a dream, maybe this is what I want..."
Zhang Yun listened to her whispering, sometimes shy, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes happy...
Slowly she got tired and lay in his arms, caressing his chest with her jade hands, so gentle and lingering...
Zhang Yun unknowingly had tears streaming down his face. He interrupted this moment of tranquility with a sigh: "With you in this life, what more can I ask for!"
I felt Xue'er's body in my arms tremble slightly, and then she closed her eyes, tears rolling out.
Zhang Yun knew that she was afraid. She was afraid that after waking up from the dream, she would face the helplessness, the coldness, and the heart-piercing loneliness alone!
How could Zhang Yun leave her alone? He held her tightly in his arms with pity, wanting to rub her into his body, but he was afraid that her weak body would not be able to bear it, so he immediately let go a little.
But Michelle couldn't let go of that tension. She hugged him tightly with both hands on one side of her body. She didn't know where she got that strength! Zhang Yun felt that his body was like the last straw for a drowning person to grasp.
How can we let her continue to wander!
Holding her tightly with one hand and gently stroking her hair with the other, the tip of her nose twitched softly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the rolling tears quickly soaked the large piece of clothes on Zhang Yun's chest.
Zhang Yun caressed her cloud-like hair and spoke softly in a low voice: "Xue'er, Brother Zhang is by your side. You don't have to be afraid. You haven't heard my story yet. I will tell it to you today."
Will the story be good?"
Michelle, who was in his arms, nodded vigorously, her mood gradually calmed down, and she listened silently to what he said.
Zhang Yun talked about his living environment and childhood experiences... He talked about the strange encounter and acquaintance with Liu Ruxia, to the accidental relationship, and later the bride-kidnapping...
Including that dream that came true, to the subsequent chance encounter with Zixia, uncovering the mystery, getting to know each other, and falling in love... On the day of their wedding, I was forcibly brought into this world...
They all spoke out without hesitation. Michelle's beautiful big eyes were full of strange brilliance, as if she was the heroine in the story. Following the role in the story, she sometimes laughed and sometimes cried.
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Which girl doesn't have a child, who doesn't look forward to a beautiful and romantic love, Michelle is certainly no exception. Listening to the story of Brother Yun and the other two sisters, and thinking about her own experience with him, it seems a bit dull.
, a feeling of envy faintly arose in my heart, mixed with a trace of sadness.
Next, after Zhang Yun separated himself from Mi Xue, he told all his experiences one by one, including his psychological changes when he wrote the love letter, everything that happened in Mi's Weapon Refining Shop today, and his inner pain.
He did not hesitate to make any decision and spoke it out to Michelle nakedly.
At this moment, they were all relaxed, their inner demons were gone, and they had no scruples!
Love or hate, separation and reunion, who really cares!
Michelle gently stroked his still somewhat red and swollen face, and said lovingly: "Does it still hurt? Aunt Ju is also good for me. Don't blame her. I have never heard of her swearing. Haha, you really
I'm so lucky! Let's see if you still dare to bully me in the future, huh!"
Michelle let out a sweet sigh and hugged him tighter with her hands. At this moment, any explanation or words seemed so weak and pale. The only beautiful thing was this quiet hug. At least this moment would not change, that was enough!
Good times tend to pass by in a hurry, and the sky turns white in the blink of an eye. Michelle loved, hurt, cried, laughed last night, and when she was tired, she fell asleep sweetly in his arms, her hands still hugging him tightly.
he.
Looking at the tired and charming beauty in front of me, and then looking at the morning light on the horizon, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Youdao is the hardest to bear the kindness of a beauty! The most unbearable thing in the world is the debt of love and conscience. It's because of one's own nature.
Are you passionate? Or is it because you are greedy? There are so many good girls in the world, do you want to be included in the harem? Can you afford to owe each love debt?..."
"Although in the beginning with Xueer, I can irresponsibly say that it was all the fault of the night! But will I be able to avoid being alone with other women in the future? Now, including Xueer, I already have three women.
!Is three enough?..."
When he wanted to make up his mind never to be in love with any woman again, a beautiful face quietly appeared in his heart: Qin Jiangyue: "Is she another woman destined to be entangled with him?"
He sighed softly and stopped thinking about this tangled issue. At this moment, although he had not really decided how to face Qin Jiangyue, the thoughts at this moment made him unknowingly make him face women in the future.
Always deliberately keep distance from each other.
At this time, the temperature coming from Michelle's body was exactly the same as his own. He knew that Xueer's fever had subsided: "Maybe this is the power of love!"
Michelle woke up leisurely, but did not open her eyes. Instead, she gently touched Zhang Yun's chest with her sore and numb arms, and murmured in disbelief: "Brother Yun, tell me this is not true."
The dream was that you were holding me, and I was so afraid that you would disappear when I opened my eyes, many, many times!"
Zhang Yun quickly stroked her cheek and said softly: "Xue'er, this is not a dream. You are in my arms. Are you warm? Are you safe? It's up to you to stay with me as long as you want, okay?"
"Hmm! Hmm! Can it last a lifetime?"
Zhang Yun held up her cheeks, kissed her forehead gently, and then said with a teasing smile: "Silly girl, don't worry, Brother Yun is like a duck cooked by you now and can't fly! Open your eyes quickly.
Open your beautiful big eyes, give me a sweet smile, and then get up to pee, haha!"
"Hmph! Bad guy! You deserve a beating. How about I get up and ask Aunt Ju to beat you again?" Michelle suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and smiled mischievously.
"Don't worry, this is not good!" Zhang Yun said aggrievedly, pretending to be scared.
Michelle suddenly stroked his cheek gently, her pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head and said, "I can't bear to part with you? My lovely duck, does it still hurt?"
Zhang Yun almost couldn't help but spit it out. He quickly covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and said awkwardly: "This metaphor is a bit inappropriate. Let's not use this word, okay? There is ambiguity in our world!"
"Which word? Little ducky duck? It's so cute! I like it, little ducky duck...little ducky duck...little ducky duck..." Michelle pretended to be naughty and kept shouting.
Zhang Yun smiled bitterly: "I'm calling it self-inflicted! Do you want to tell him what a duck is? That way you'll have to get beaten up again! It's better to wait until you get married to clean yourself up!"
At that moment, Michelle was told not to call herself this in front of others. Although there is no such profession in this world, or it is not called this professional title, hearing it always makes people inexplicably depressed!