Long Qian, who didn't know when he fell asleep, was awakened by thunder.
"Qing'er, where are you? Why don't you go home even if there's thunder?"
She crawled into a warm place as much as possible, her body shaking violently.
Chu Dongling broke out in sweat and felt comfortable all over.
He hugged her trembling little body and placed his big palm on her back.
The familiar and reassuring feeling gradually calmed Long Qian down.
With Chu Dongling's true energy protecting her body, she seemed unable to hear all sounds from the outside world.
The little girl rubbed herself in the man's arms for a while and finally fell asleep again.
I don't know how long it took, but she murmured again: "Master is gone, and you are gone too, Qing'er, I feel so lonely all by myself!"
"Can you come back? As long as you come back, I will never compete with you for chicken legs again."
Long Qian licked her lips. In her dream, she was still holding a chicken drumstick in her hand.
"Qing'er, didn't you say that good-looking people are not bad, but why is he so bad? He is so bad..."
"How is that possible? I can't possibly like him! Well...he is a bad person."
"Qing'er, can you help me teach him a lesson? I can't beat him, wuwu... I really can't beat him!"
Long Qian grabbed Chu Dongling's clothes and wiped his eyes, tilted his head and became quiet again.
When Chu Dongling held her little face in his hands, he also noticed tears twinkling in the corners of her eyes.
The temperature outside was very low, but he couldn't feel the cold at all.
Unknowingly, his lips gently touched her pink lips.
"Bang!" A cold little hand slammed hard on the man's face.
"Chu Dongling, you...let me go!" Long Qian used both hands and feet to push the person away.
Chu Dongling was worried that she would hurt herself by the stones under the hay, so he only let go.
Long Qian kicked his leg forward, turned around, and turned his back to him.
Just when Chu Dongling thought she recognized him, the girl smiled.
"Brother Long, I don't mean to take advantage of you. Am I, Long Qian, this kind of person? Hahaha..."
It turned out that she was still dreaming.
When Long Qian woke up, he felt particularly warm and his body seemed to be full of power.
She grabbed a few blades of grass and climbed up from the ground, turned around and looked outside.
A tall figure was sitting next to the fire, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.
"Roast chicken?" Long Qian suddenly woke up, got up and ran over.
The scene of grabbing chicken legs with Qing'er in the dream is still vivid in my mind. I didn't expect to be able to eat delicious roasted chicken legs as soon as I woke up. The world is so beautiful!
Long Qian squatted next to Chu Dongling, his eyes fixed on the big fat chicken roasted until golden.
"Can I eat it?"
The saliva flowed down unsatisfactorily, and she could only suck it back with force.
When Long Qian turned around, he remembered that he was still a patient last night.
"Sorry!" She stood up and touched his forehead, "The fever is gone. Brother Long, how do you feel now?"
She tilted her head to look at him, but he glanced at her collar.
Long Qian looked down, turned around immediately, and hurriedly got dressed.
God knows what happened last night? She was actually... disheveled?
She obviously tied the clothesline very tightly, only a tight knot was needed, so why did she pull it open?
"I usually sleep well, but last night... I might have been too tired. I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."
Chu Dongling looked at her petite figure, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
If the little girl knew this was his masterpiece, would she slap him to death?
The little guy is so generous to others, he should be angry.
But thinking about being angry with myself, it seems that there is no need.
