After changing into pajamas, Xi Lanting brought water to Yun Qiao to wash her hands, and the two of them lay down.
Yun Qiao also changed into her pajamas, the one she had kept in the wing room before.
She snuggled into Xi Lanting's arms, and Xi Lanting gently massaged her sore fingers.
The whole room was quiet, and Yun Qiao felt so sweet that she felt very sleepy. After all, she had just used a secret spell two days ago to heal the wound on her arm.
The secret curse will no longer backfire severely and cause her extreme pain, but fatigue is unavoidable.
Just like a person who has never exercised, and suddenly goes for a long-distance run, his legs and feet will definitely be sore for a few days afterwards; it may even cause injury. Yun Qiao accidentally injured himself before, and he had to rest for several days if he could control it well.
Recently, I have become accustomed to "long-distance running", but I also become weak, sleepy and gluttonous.
She slept deeply in Xi Lanting's arms.
Xi Lanting hugged her, kissed her hair from time to time, tightened his arms slightly, and held her tightly in his arms. He did all this secretly.
Once Yun Qiao wakes up and knows that he is so affectionate, she will laugh at him.
Xi Lanting himself was not pretentious enough, so naturally he could not allow others to sneer in front of him.
As for Yun Qiao...well, you can try to relax your requirements.
That night, Xi Lanting had a dream.
He dreamed of Yun Qiao again.
Yun Huan is jet black and has snow-white skin. She is as charming and delicate as a goddess walking out of the snowy land.
"...Do you want to go home with me?" she asked him, her voice gentle.
A snow lotus bloomed in his heart.
He stretched out his hand.
The scenes in the dream changed very quickly, and the happy time passed very quickly.
She is always unhappy.
He hugged her and kissed her, trying to make her happy.
All in vain.
"The vegetation and my emperor have the same fate, they are connected by flesh and blood, and they are immortal. The vegetation and trees exist slightly, but my emperor will live forever, and he will live forever."
Her voice was in my ears, sometimes distant and sometimes close.
Thunder and fire were scattered in all directions, the ground was red for thousands of miles, and the open space was filled with a burning smell.
She was engulfed bit by bit in the brightest firelight.
"Joer, Qiaoer!"
Yun Qiao heard the sound in her ears and was awakened from her deep sleep. What woke her up was not only the sound, but also the suffocation of being unable to breathe.
Xi Lanting tightened his arms and hugged her tightly.
She opened her eyes, and Xi Lanting suddenly woke up.
Unable to see anything clearly in the darkness, he was stunned for a while: "What's wrong?"
"You seem to be having a nightmare." Yun Qiao said, "You want to strangle me, and you still call me 'Qiaoer'."
Xi Lanting: "..."
He got up and got out of bed, first poured tea from the thermos on the table, drank two cups, then walked over and turned on the bedside lamp.
In the sudden bright light, Yun Qiao squinted her eyes unconsciously.
"...What dream did you have?" Yun Qiao asked him, "The 'Qiao'er' you called, was it me?"
This question was asked cautiously, with a bit of prayer and humility.
Xi Lanting's heart suddenly became incredibly soft.
He shouldn't give her such worries.
He sat down, took her hand and put it to his lips, and kissed her gently: "About your dream. I have no one else, Yun Qiao. You used to always ask about that woman, but I will tell you this from now on.
Anyway, it’s not what you think.”
Yun Qiao couldn't help laughing.
People in love may lack rationality in their minds. Yun Qiao will believe any nonsense she hears now.
Xi Lanting got on the bed and held her in his arms again.
"Do you want to marry me?" He suddenly asked Yun Qiao, "Maybe I won't live long, maybe three to five years. In the future, I will leave my last words so that you don't have to be a widow."