Returning to the cabin, Xingchen put Qiao An on the bed, and with the help of the suspended incandescent lamp, he saw Qiao An's exposed sleeves, arms outside the trouser legs, and wounds scratched by thorns on his ankles.
Xingchen was heartbroken. He gently rubbed the dense wounds with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"
Qiao An said: "It didn't hurt just now, but it hurts now."
Xingchen collected some hemostatic grass outside the wooden house, crushed it with his fingers and applied it gently on the wound.
Xing Xiaoya was so jealous when she saw him treating Qiao An so tenderly.
"Brother Xingchen, this cabin can only sleep one person. If she lives here tonight, where will she sleep?"
Qiao An looked at the stars in shock, "You two..."
Xingchen knew that she had misunderstood him, and couldn't wait to explain: "I usually live here alone. Only tonight, you two ran up to the mountain together without knowing what happened."
Qiao An was relieved.
Xing Xiaoya deliberately made Qiao An misunderstand that their plan failed, and she was very angry. "Qiao An, you also saw that there can only be room for one person to sleep here. Follow me down the mountain."
Qiao An said: "I'm hungry and can't walk. You go back and bring me some food. When I'm full, I'll go down the mountain with you?" She wanted to leave Xing Xiaoya and spend some time alone with Xingchen.
Xing Xiaoya was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "You are dreaming."
Xingchen said to Xing Xiaoya: "I'll call Da Zhuang and ask him to pick you up from the mountain. You go home and have a good sleep. Qiao An is injured and will stay here tonight. I'll make a bed on the floor."
Xing Xiaoya objected: "If she doesn't leave, I won't leave."
The stars are helpless.
Qiao An lay directly on the bed and smelled the faint fragrance of grass on the bed, which was the smell of the stars. She closed her eyes with satisfaction.
"Anyway, I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'll sleep here. This bed is really comfortable." Because it's the bed where Huo Xiaoran has slept.
Xing Xiaoya was furious: "Shameless."
Xingchen stared blankly at Qiao An, the way she closed her eyes to relax was really cute.
It’s just that little face as big as a palm, filled with dirt.
Xingchen suddenly took off the washcloth on the pole, went outside to soak in water, returned to the bed, and gently wiped Qiao An clean.
Qiao An suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes, looked at him and smiled sweetly. Xingchen was startled, and her smile made his heart flutter again.
Inexplicably, I remembered that when they kissed just now, the feeling of electric shock all over the body was so beautiful that it was indescribable.
But at this moment, his heart was still shrouded in happiness.
Qiao An actually kissed him back?
So do they have a confirmed relationship?
Qiao An was very tired and had not had a good rest all night, so she fell asleep quickly.
The stars were sitting next to her and guarding her quietly.
Xing Xiaoya sat on the only recliner, turning her head angrily to look at the stars from time to time.
She must take measures to prevent them from continuing to fall in love like this, otherwise she will lose her stars.
"Brother Xingchen, I know you guys kissed. But in big cities, it is very normal for girls to hug and kiss. Don't take it too seriously. Be careful when you are abandoned by Qiao An. You will be sad then." Xingchen glared at her angrily: "Qiao An is not the kind of person you say."
Xing Xiaoya pouted: "Why not? I have been married twice, and I threw myself into your arms the first time I saw you. Such a casual woman, if she shows you a little affection, you really forget about her.
His true face?"
Xingchen accused Xing Xiaoya angrily: "Anyway, I didn't control myself just now. I kissed her. I will be responsible for her in the future."
Xing Xiaoya laughed sarcastically: "Brother Xingchen, who in this society would be responsible for a kiss? Haha, even if you want to be responsible, others don't need you to be responsible?"
Xing Xiaoya's words poured cold water on Xingchen. He really felt that his thoughts were a bit narcissistic.
Qiao An, he took the initiative to kiss her. Will she really hold him responsible for his kiss?
Besides, what is he responsible for?
"Whether she wants me or not is her business. But since I kissed her, I must be responsible for her." Xingchen said.
Xing Xiaoya pursed her lips and said nothing more. After all, Xingchen himself is a responsible man, otherwise he would not be willing to be bound here in order to repay his father for saving his life.
Dad once reminded her that he has met countless people, and this star is by no means an ordinary person.
The next day.
At dawn, Qiao An was awakened by the cry of wild animals outside. Youyou opened her eyes and saw Xingchen lying on her bedside, and the windbreaker he was wearing was already draped over her body.
He is still as gentle and considerate as ever.
Qiao An reached out and touched his face, running her fingers across his delicate and charming eyebrows. The warm hands and cold face made her feel a little distressed.
"Xingchen." She patted his face gently.
The stars open their eyes.
Qiao An lifted the quilt and moved inside. "Come up and sleep. Don't catch a cold."
The drowsiness of the stars disappeared in an instant.
"This is inappropriate."
Qiao An said: "Be good, be obedient. Come up quickly." Her voice was as gentle as water.
The stars broke through the defense. He lay down on it.
The cramped bed, with two adults lying on it, was a bit crowded.
Qiao An turned sideways and hugged his back tightly.
The stars trembled. He didn't like others touching his scars. He was more concerned about Qiao An touching his scars.
Qiao An was a sharp-minded person. She suddenly asked him: "Xiaoya said you have scars on your back. I want to see it."
Xingchen hesitated for a long time and said: "Don't look at it. It's very ugly."
Qiao An said stubbornly: "Show me."
Xingchen sat up and rolled up his T-shirt.
When Qiao An saw the purple-red scar that was bigger than a palm, her tears suddenly rolled down.
Then she turned over and kissed his scar gently. Xingchen stiffened and said, "Qiao An, don't be like this. It's too ugly."
Qiao An choked and said: "You know? They are your medals."
Xingchen was stunned. He slowly turned around, only to find that Qiao An had already burst into tears.
"Why are you crying?"
Qiao An said: "I just feel sorry for you. You were so seriously injured. How did you spend that bleak time?"
Xingchen stared blankly at Qiao An. At that moment, Qiao An's unwillingness to disdain made him let go of his heavy guard.
"Qiao An, don't cry. It's all over."
He suddenly felt that a girl like Qiao An was the most noble girl he had ever seen. She did not seek strength, did not seek poverty, and never despised other people's scars. This was a girl with a very pure heart.
When he lay on the bed again, he no longer faced her with his back.
He looked at Qiao An's face. Qiao An smiled wisely at him, then like a child, she hugged his waist and got into his arms.
"I'll warm you up. Stars," she said.
Xingchen suddenly felt that colorful sunlight suddenly shot into his dim world.
