These four words of coldness lingered in Yang Xi's heart for a whole afternoon, and they couldn't go away for a long time.
From the time he said these words until now, when the moon is high in the sky, he has not said a word to her or even looked at her for most of the day. She knew that he was angry, but what did she do wrong?
Is a treacherous person worthy of his love?
He and Maeve went out at nightfall, and until now there was no sound of anyone coming or going in the next room. The night was cold, his internal injuries were not healed, and his clothes were thin. How could he bear the cold? I wanted to give him some clothes to keep out the cold. Let's go.
He reached the door but silently stepped back.
She was the one who was so ruthless today, and now she shows concern and concern for him. What does this mean? She should continue to stop, what should we do in the future? It’s just that... her heart is inexplicably worried, her limbs and thoughts
We became anxious together.
As time passed by, her heart was suffering inch by inch. Did he just find a place to sit there until dawn like last time? When can he stop this damn habit?
Gently opening the door, the room next door was still dark. Her heart tightened and she couldn't care about anything anymore. She picked up her robe and ran out. There were already a lot of entanglements, and there was no need for one more. He was injured.
She can't ignore it when she is alive.
There was a candle in Aunt Mei's room. She took a breath and finally knocked on her door.
It was Maeve who opened the door. She was startled and blurted out, "Where is my husband-in-law?"
Mei Fu smiled naively and opened the door. In the room, Feng Ba was sitting at the table, holding a military book in his hand and staring at her face for a moment.
After not seeing him for only one night, seeing him now gave me a feeling that I couldn't describe in words. His eyes were still cold, but they were no longer as cold as in the afternoon, and his handsome face was still a little pale due to excessive blood loss.
"I..." She stood at the door, neither entering nor retreating, so she could only talk to him left and right, "Um...where's Aunt Mei?"
"My mother went to boil hot water for my benefactor." Seeing that she didn't come in, Maeve thought it was because she was in the way, so she smiled and said, "I'm going to help."
After that, he ran away in a flash.
Yang Xi leaned against the door, with his head lowered, feeling a trace of sadness and grievance in his heart.
He was very nice here, but she was worried and anxious for most of the night like a fool. She was a big fool!
"I'm going back first." She bit her lip, turned around and left.
Idiot! Big idiot! So stupid! Wuwuwu—— She rubbed her eyes and rubbed her eyes again, but she still couldn’t see the road ahead clearly. She stamped her feet fiercely, feeling even more aggrieved.
What a broken place, what a broken era! She wants to go back to modern times, to the 21st century, and she doesn’t want to stay here for a moment anymore! No matter what Feng Ba or Murong Yun, no matter what his engagement, no matter what! She just wants to live.
As long as she lives her own life, she will never care about anything else in this time and space!
She doesn't care about anyone!
"Bastard!" Feng Ba, you bastard! Bastard!
Why provoke her? Why not let her stay with Murong Yun at ease? Why mess up her life? Why... when she came to this time and space, wasn't he the first one to appear in front of her? Why
?Why why why?
Just when she couldn't help but choke up, the person who had been following her sighed silently, and suddenly hugged her sideways.
After feeling a bit frightened and panicked, she buried her head deeply in his arms, without struggling or speaking, letting him carry her to the end of the world or the ends of the sea.
She was frightened several times, and her peach blossoms blossomed. At this moment in his arms, she felt the stability and happiness she had never experienced before.
Feng Ba didn't go anywhere, he just held her and gently jumped up to the roof, sat down at the highest point, and held her tightly in his arms.
Stars were blooming all over the sky, and there was not a single cloud in the clear night sky. The bright moon was shining high, and under the moonlight, his eyes were as warm as fireflies, his arms were as warm as the sun, and his masculine aura enveloped the whole day, inside and out.
Outside, it bewitched her body and mind.
"Why me?"
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. There were so many girls who admired and loved him in the world, why did he treat her like this alone?
He didn't speak, he just put his chin on the top of her head and rubbed it gently.
His smell always smells so good, fresh and refreshing, without any incense aroma, simple and pure, but always intoxicating. She closed her slightly bitter eyes and gradually relaxed herself. "Have we known each other for a long time?
?”
How could this be the first time for this feeling of relying on each other under the moon and falling asleep under the stars, so familiar that it can no longer be familiar? Where did this strange familiarity come from.
He still didn't speak. In the quiet night sky, she could only faintly hear the sound of his steady breathing. She wanted to raise her head to see his face, but her head was pressed on her chest by his big palm. Under the moonlight
, no one can peek into the deep pain and sorrow written in those deep eyes.
On a cold winter moonlit night, all the insects and birds are gone, and the world is quiet and peaceful. Two people leaning against each other listen to each other's heartbeats and have their own thoughts.
"Sing me a song." After a long while, he suddenly said.
"I don't... ugh——"
Before she could finish her words of rejection, his cold lips were already covering her soft red lips, twisting and turning, and grabbing them wantonly.
She raised her little hand to hit his hard chest, but was unable to push him away. Such a domineering and chastening deep kiss ended just before she suffocated. He lowered his eyes and looked at her, who was white with anger and shame.
The red little face said calmly: "Sing."
Yang Xi glared at him and pouted: "No..."
"It seems that he wants to ask me for a kiss." His eyes dimmed and his lips came together again.
"Don't..." She quickly turned her head to the side, but she still couldn't escape the grip of his hands. Seeing that his wanton lips were about to touch hers, she bit her lips and said quickly: "I will sing!
"
Hearing this, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. After pressing a kiss like a dragonfly on her red lips, he slowly sat up straight and held her in his arms again.
She didn't know whether to be angry or funny. Is this man cute or hateful?
She breathed a sigh of relief and began to sing in a low voice, which was "Love in the World" that both she and he were familiar with. There was a trace of helplessness and a trace of sadness in the song.
He kept looking down at her, occasionally scratching her face with his fingertips, and occasionally playing with her smooth and flowing hair. The loneliness he had felt for so many years gradually dissipated in her singing.
The moonlight was melancholy, and his long black hair fell on her face, entangled with her hair, lingering and lingering.
After finishing the song, she pulled up the two strands of hair that were intertwined, and unknowingly she was stunned. Is this what a married couple is talking about? What is she to him? Wife? Lover? Also.
Or just a tool for entertainment when you feel like it?