Xia Ziluo's eyes were a little dazzled, he turned his head away uncomfortably, and then put his hand in his palm.
When Murong Xitian held her soft little hand, he turned his head away, and a faint pink blush appeared on his earlobes.
Finally standing up, Xia Ziluo withdrew his hand in time: "Thank you."
"Can you walk back by yourself?" Murong Xitian looked around and asked him.
"It should be okay, right?" Xia Ziluo was not sure whether her ankle sprain was serious or not, so she tentatively took two steps forward after Murong Xitian asked.
As a result, as soon as she took a step with her left foot, she screamed like a pig: "Ah, it hurts, it hurts." She jumped on the spot in an exaggerated way, trying to reach out to cover her painful foot, but she couldn't reach it.
arrive.
Murong Xitian frowned when he heard her cry out in pain, but after seeing her funny look, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Are you gloating?" Xia Ziluo's eyebrows twitched and his cheeks puffed up with anger.
"I'll take you back." Murong Xitian didn't want to explain in vain, so he took a step forward and stopped in front of her, "Come up, I'll carry you."
"No." Xia Ziluo refused coolly.
Murong Xitian's eyes flickered again and again, changing again and again. Finally, he sighed and grabbed her arm, and gently pulled her onto his back.
Then he stood up and strode towards the direction of Luomei Court.
"You..." Xia Ziluo was so frightened that she hugged his neck tightly, fearing that he would fall and hurt his butt.
A smile gradually appeared on Murong Xitian's lips.
The wind stopped at this time, and "Shasha"'s footsteps could be clearly heard.
There are two other people whose heartbeats are like beating drums.
There was also the scalding heat of his body, ironing her body, and the heart under her chest.
She started to feel hot again, and her mouth was a little dry.
After a while, Xia Ziluo's face became hot, like a ripe tomato.
Murong Xitian's expression was also unnatural, and he was tortured even more than she was.
He walked with her on his back, and her body would bump into his back lightly with every step he took. Originally, this slight bump could be ignored, but because neither of them spoke, the surroundings were too quiet, and they were not paying attention to each other.
The power is therefore placed on the senses.
After the body's touch feeling was infinitely amplified, he clearly felt that the two peaks of her chest would press on his back with every collision.
Now and then, again and again, intermittently but continuously.
As a result, his breathing became a little messy again.
It was so embarrassing that neither of them spoke, and the road seemed even longer.
It was obviously less than a stick of incense, but it seemed like a century had passed.
Finally seeing Luomei Court, Xia Ziluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Murong Xitian also straightened his eyebrows and his steps were faster but more steady.
"Your Majesty, Princess?" Xiuxiu, the gatekeeper, felt a little stupid when she saw Murong Xitian coming in with Xia Ziluo on his back.
"Go get hot water and bring the medicinal oil that fell down." Murong Xitian's voice was light, as cold as a cold wave passing through.
Xiuxiu shivered with fright and hurriedly retreated.
"You scared my maid." Xia Ziluo raised his eyebrows and pouted again.
Murong Xitian carried her into the room and put her on the bed: "Your feet don't hurt anymore?"
"Don't change the subject, I'm talking about...ah, it hurts like hell." Xia Ziluo's eyes suddenly became slightly misty, and his nose also turned slightly red.