The cell had a gloomy and putrid smell, with a thick dampness that was chilly to the bone.
In the corner, a thin figure huddled up, lonely, and with a silent reproach, fell into Zhao Yuan's eyes, which made him feel heart-wrenching pain.
He approached her gently, carefully squatted down in front of her, slowly pulled her into his arms, and whispered: "Little Bao'er..."
The petite figure moved, but did not break away from his embrace. Zhao Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself: After all, it is still his little treasure, no matter what, she will be in his arms.
Leng Changxi lowered her head and leaned into this familiar yet unfamiliar embrace. She remained motionless, not because she couldn't move, but because she didn't want to move. She didn't have the energy to move. The man in front of her became increasingly blurry, as if in the mirror.
The moon in the flower water is as hazy as the moon.
"Xiao Bao'er, I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you." Zhao Yuan carefully hugged her and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Leng Changxi still leaned in his arms and remained silent.
"Little Bao'er?" Zhao Yuan was a little surprised to be so cold to Changxi. He sighed with relief in his heart and asked cautiously: "What's wrong? Are you blaming me?"
Leng Changxi's watery eyes narrowed slightly, neither speaking nor moving. Zhao Yuan thought of her desperate question last night, and then thought of Chen Shaoxuan who was staring at him eagerly, and his heart became more and more panicked: "I'm sorry, I've made you feel wronged! I'm sorry.
Under such circumstances, I was impatient, lost my mind, and locked you in regardless. I didn't listen to your explanation. It was my fault, little baby! Don't be angry with me, okay? I locked you up.
Going to the dungeon is also a last resort. Butler Zhao insists that you are the murderer. If I don't do this, how can I appease his old man's anger? I feel very sad that you are suffering in prison! I have been thinking about how to rescue you.
…”
Zhao Yuan found various excuses to apologize to Leng Changxi. Finally, Leng Changxi finally interrupted his reasons and apology: "Brother Yuan, I'm tired."
Zhao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then a bitter smile appeared on his lips, a little sour: "Okay, then I will take you back to rest."
As he spoke, he bent down and carefully took Leng Changxi into his arms, as carefully as if he were holding a treasure in his hands.
Leng Changxi closed her eyes and let Zhao Yuan hold her. She fell asleep in his arms, while Zhao Yuan took her into his room.
It wasn't until she felt herself being gently placed on the couch that Leng Changxi slowly opened her eyes. She saw a strange house, which made her a little surprised: "Where is this?"
"My room." Zhao Yuan's tone was gentle and endearing. He gently stroked her hair and sighed slightly: "You rest for a while first. I'll order someone to get some hot water. You can warm it up."
Body. Let them make something you like to eat."
"I'd better stay in the west wing." When Leng Changxi heard that it was Zhao Yuan's room, she struggled to get up. She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly didn't want to be so close to him.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuan felt a pang in his heart. In the past, at Leng's house, Leng Changxi wanted to invite him to his room every night. If Master Leng hadn't repeatedly refused to allow her to behave in such an uncultured way, she would not even be able to stay overnight.
The heart is there.
But now some people actually regard him as a snake and a scorpion, and they are afraid to avoid him.
"The west wing has been sealed. This is the courtyard where I grew up. You can live here with peace of mind. I will sleep next door so that I can take care of you. In two days, I will go back to Lin'an. Now that I'm gone, again
I don’t know how long it will take to see you again. So, when I can see you, please let me see you more, so that I can have something to think about when I go back." Zhao Yuan pushed her back onto the couch and gently kissed her.
Said something like this.
When Leng Changxi heard that he was leaving, her heart suddenly twitched and she felt a little uncomfortable. She unexpectedly asked her reluctance: "Are you still leaving?"
Zhao Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that she finally spoke, and the smile on his face became a little more relaxed. He scratched the bridge of Leng Changxi's nose fondly, smiled slightly, and said with a hint of teasing: "I know that Xiao Bao'er can't bear it.
I!"
Hearing this, Leng Changxi felt panicked in her heart, sour and bitter with a hint of sweetness. Just as Zhao Yuan said, she couldn't let him go. Even if he didn't believe it so much, which chilled her heart, she still couldn't let go of him.
His concern and love for more than ten years have long been ingrained. I don’t know if it’s a habit or a true hope.
Leng Changxi didn't say anything. She lay back, turned over, and turned her back to Zhao Yuan. Although there was still resentment in her heart, most of it had disappeared after he said he wanted to leave. The remaining bit was because of her presence.
He was angry with himself and partly blamed himself for not living up to expectations. When he faced Zhao Yuan, he was defeated. He looked more and more like a sixteen-year-old, and those decades in his previous life were in vain.
Zhao Yuan had brought her up since she was a child and naturally understood her temperament. He turned around and ordered his servants to prepare hot water. After preparing the meal, he took off his boots, huddled beside the bed, leaned on the bed, and looked at her carefully.
Leng Changxi pretended to be asleep.
Feeling the familiar heat coming from behind her, Leng Changxi stiffened slightly, but then slowly relaxed.
Zhao Yuan got closer to her little by little, and finally, tentatively stretched out his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he gently put his hand on her waist. Feeling Leng Changxi's slightly stiff body, Zhao Yuan chuckled and thought of himself.
Authentic: "Little Bao'er, do you still remember what happened when you were a child? You were always clamoring to sleep with me, but Master Leng wouldn't let me, so you secretly climbed over the wall in the middle of the night until you were twelve years old. When I was determined
Only because of my urging did you stop crawling onto my bed in the middle of the night."
Although Zhao Yuan was telling the truth, his soft tone sounded a bit frivolous and teasing. Although Leng Changxi closed her eyes, her face was faintly blushing, and her long eyelashes were like small fans.
Usually fanned gently.
Fanning and fanning aroused the fire in Zhao Yuan's heart. He gradually slid down and finally lay on his side behind Leng Changxi, holding his head with one hand and slowly approaching her ear with his thin lips.
Leng Changxi felt the heat wave in her ears, and it was like a bronze drum was set up in her heart, beating loudly.
"Little Bao'er..." Zhao Yuan's voice became a little hoarse. If you look closely, you can see that his bright eyes were stained with a layer of lust: "Do you know why I insisted on driving you away back then?
, won’t you stay in my house?”
Zhao Yuan's breathing was strong, swirling by Leng Changxi's ears, making her heart tremble. But she still refused to open her eyes, and her long eyelashes flapped a little faster.
Zhao Yuan was not in a hurry, there were a few deep smiles in his voice, he moved closer to Leng Changxi, lowered his voice, and whispered with a tone as intoxicating as old wine: "Because I'm afraid that I will
I couldn't help but advance the wedding night. You were so young at that time, how could you withstand my love? I want to save our wedding night until the wedding, and give you a night you will never forget in your life."