The next day, when Yun Chu woke up again, she had taken off her boots and was lying on the pillow, and Shen Fengchu was no longer in her arms.
"I'm here!"
From behind, a familiar voice came.
She looked sideways in confusion and saw him standing up from the ground.
Yun Chu frowned slightly, she was sleeping so deeply, she didn't even know he left her arms?
When did she actually let down her guard in front of him?
"How are you?" She asked calmly as he stood up.
"It's much better if I have the lady to help me keep warm myself!" Shen Fengchu put the new clothes on the rack on her body, "I'll let the kitchen prepare whatever you want to eat."
Yun Chu crossed his arms and his eyes fell on him.
"What are you looking at?!" Shen Fengchu walked over with a smile.
"Where is your sword?" Yun Chu asked directly.
On the competition stage, he had drawn his sword twice before, but the speed of his sword was so fast that even she did not see clearly where his sword was.
People are always curious!
Shen Fengchu raised his arms with a wicked smile, "It's right on my body. If you feel it, you will know where it is hard!"
"Pretend I didn't ask!" She started to walk away.
However, Shen Fengchu suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled open the belt of her clothes with the other hand, letting the skirt of her clothes loosen, and then he took her palm and slipped it between his clothes and placed it on her waist.
Under his palm, his skin was moist and smooth, even better than that of a woman's.
Yun Chu originally thought he wanted her to touch his sword, but when she felt his skin under her fingers, she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand.
But he held her hand and didn't let go, and just penetrated deeper into the clothes.
Then, her hand touched something.
Cold, straight, and close to his skin.
"This is my sword!"
He led her fingers to the hilt of the sword at his waist, closed her palm, and slowly pulled out the sword.
It was a soft sword with a sharp blade. It was much thinner than an ordinary sword. The sword was made of an unknown metal. It was as thin as paper and as soft as silk. It could change its shape at will.
The hilt of the sword is only about the size of one palm. There is no butt for the hand guard, but a rough ribbon is wrapped around the tail of the sword body to increase friction and prevent it from slipping.
Yunchu is no stranger to soft swords.
However, generally soft swords are tied around the waist, and the scabbard can be used as a waistband. This is the first time she has encountered someone like Shen Fengchu, who directly wraps the hilt around the waist and places it close to the body.
"It's called Zhirou!"
Shen Fengchu casually grabbed a handkerchief and threw it out, holding her wrist and shaking it gently.
A warm force instantly spread from her fingers to the sword body. The sword body, which was as soft as silk just a moment ago, immediately stretched straight and danced with a sword light.
The piece of silk handkerchief instantly turned into countless strands, slowly falling in the air.
"This sword is forged from a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite. When my father discovered this piece of meteorite, he thought it could be made into a sharp weapon. Unexpectedly, after thousands of forgings, only a piece no bigger than the palm of his hand was left. It is as soft and kneadable as dough. My father was extremely disappointed at the time, but I regarded it as a treasure and begged for it to forge it with my own hands!" Shen Fengchu raised his fingers and stroked the sword body, "Even if it is an ordinary soft sword, The sword is also traceable, but it is different. It can be completely attached to my body. It only needs a layer of silk as a sheath. This sword has been with me for ten years, but it has never been discovered. It is the most suitable for me. Sword!"