The firelight gradually dimmed, and the temperature in the cave slowly dropped. When she turned around, he was still leaning there, his eyes closed, motionless.
In the past, with his temperament, how could he not take the initiative to crawl onto the bed and squeeze next to her? For her, he has been changing himself.
I feel sour in my heart, I don't know whether it's because of distress or guilt.
Biting her lower lip gently, she whispered: "The ground is too cold. Come up and sleep with me."
She didn't hear his reply for a while, and just when she thought he had fallen asleep, his cold voice suddenly sounded: "Aren't you afraid that I can't help but want you?"
She trembled slightly, not knowing how to answer, but she heard him say again: "You are not afraid, I am! Go to bed, it's very late."
"If you want it, I don't mind." She said coolly, turned around, and stopped looking at him.
He was just stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the stone bed without hesitation. His huge body was squeezed on the small stone bed, and the space on the bed suddenly seemed awkward.
"You invited me." He lifted her head, passed his long arm through her back collar, and let her sleep on his arm. With a slight hook, he pulled her into his arms and put his other arm around hers.
Waist, hug tightly.
She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear that he would suddenly become more animalistic. But he just hugged her tightly, did nothing, and quickly fell asleep. Seeing this, she was heartbroken.
Then he slowly put it down. After he felt relaxed, he quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.
Tonight, she was frightened. She had been traveling for another day and was indeed sleepy and tired.
It wasn't until he heard her steady breathing that he opened his eyes and stared at her slightly pale face, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
The soft fragrance of nephrite was in his arms. At this moment, he really missed her terribly, but how could he be willing to add another scar to her broken heart?
He just looked at her like this, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep.
That night, he had a beautiful dream. In the dream, she was leaning in her arms, smiling like a flower. He held her tightly, kissed her crazily, and lingered crazily...
When I woke up, it was already bright, and rays of sunlight penetrated into the cave, illuminating everything.
She rubbed her eyes, and the pain all over her body made her groan twice, and he slowly opened his eyes amidst these almost inaudible moans.
Within sight, his rough palm was resting on her rounded part. Both of them were startled at the same time. He hurriedly moved away, and she silently turned her back to him.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
After a while, he got out of bed, simply packed everything, and looked back at her, who was still lying on the stone bed with her back turned. After the embarrassment, he felt a little sweet in his heart.
That day, they drove for most of the day and arrived at a wilderness at nightfall. There was still no village in front of them and no store in back. He tied the horse to the rocks and took her to sit down by the river not far away.
Letting her clean herself briefly, he rolled up his trousers and stepped into the river to concentrate on fishing.
His back was still tall and strong, but instead of the sunny aura when they first met, there was a hint of loneliness and loneliness. Looking at him like this, she just felt sad. All of this was because of her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
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She never placed her hope on the legendary Gu Lord, just as she never believed that she could return to Feng Ba alive. But he was obsessed with it, and his determination to find the Gu Lord never wavered because of her giving up.
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I picked up a handful of water and wanted to wash away the vicissitudes of life on my face. After the ripples dissipated, what was reflected on the calm water was still a young but weathered face.
How long will it be before she can no longer find that heartless and bright smile on her face? Once a woman is in love, her heart can no longer be pure and flawless.
Postscript, how are you now?
The breeze of longing blew gently, blowing up her fine silky long hair, and also blew up the elegant green dress with a chilly air on the other side of the sky.
The sound of the flute is long, rich and lengthy.
The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and it is clear that there is a deep concern in my heart that cannot be resolved, but I don’t know who the person who is worried about is.
Dressed in bright red, her beauty looks like a painting, and her sadness instantly melts into the flying sleeves.
Who is that woman who dances and sings at the same time, smiling but filled with tears in her heart?
The sound of soft footsteps came from far to near.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the longing in my heart disappeared into a cold and proud body. "What's the matter?"
"The cold dew in early spring is heavy. I just wanted to give the king a cold-warming robe. I didn't mean to disturb him. I'm sorry." Bai Qian handed over the robe in her hand and looked at him softly.
She knew that he didn't like to be disturbed by others when he was meditating alone, but the melodious but affectionate sound of the flute made her couldn't help but draw closer step by step.
Feng Ba's cold eyes slowly swept across her delicate face, and his indifferent heart showed no emotion.
The only night in his life when he was so drunk that he couldn't wake up, he vaguely remembered that there was a woman who had been lingering with him all night, and his desire and demand for her were completely out of his control. But when he woke up, he looked at the woman sleeping next to him.
Bai Qian couldn't feel any strange feelings in her heart.
There are clearly traces of their love on the bed, but why is their heart filled with disappointment?
He looked at this face carefully. It was like a peach blossom, pink and pink, and pretty, but he always felt that something was missing.
"Dance a song." He leaned against the stone railing and said softly.
Bai Qian was slightly surprised, thinking that he finally no longer ignored her existence, and felt a little happy in her heart. Putting down the robe in her hand that was not accepted by him, she moved to the center of the pavilion, swayed her waist lightly, and began to dance.
No matter what evening it is, I am in the middle of the boat. What day is it today? I have to be in the same boat with the prince. I am humiliated and treated well, and I don’t feel ashamed. I am upset and never stop, I know the prince.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. Do you know that my heart is happy with you?
The phoenix smiles and frightens the dragon, and the dark-browed eyebrow sings, as if weeping and complaining, and the fairy posture is outstanding, like the weak willow in the wind, unable to withstand the cold. The song is beautiful, and the person is even more beautiful.
However, just as she turned around, the green shadow had gone away in a flash, leaving only a biting coldness on the ground.
She fell weakly to the ground, her eyes were tearless, but her heart was flooded by a sea of tears.
Princess, even though you are as meticulous as dust and calculating every step, you still miss the importance of you in the king's heart.
You walked away with hatred and reluctantly left your most beloved man to her, but did you know that she had never received the slightest pity from him? As smart as him, how could he not know that the woman he loved in his heart was not the woman he saw when he woke up in the morning?
She was just being sentimental, thinking that the king was finally willing to accept her, but she didn't expect that she had just confirmed his suspicions again.
Princess, you have mistrusted me. She is really helpless.
Falling all over the place, a little heartbroken and a little desolate.