"call--"
On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind howled in.
It was still raining heavily outside.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's slender feet that stretched out from the hem of her skirt and stretched out in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the sword in her arms.
The other hand was not holding the hilt of the sword.
but……
Is this a temptation?
She deliberately stretched out her little foot to test him. When he reached out to touch her, revealing his dirty thoughts, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with one sword.
"You should be killed!"
As a result, under this dark and cold bridge, there was a pitiful dead soul.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he did not dare to reach out and said: "Well... Miss Xia Chan, you should take off your clothes yourself. Men and women cannot be intimate, let alone girls. The feet are..."
The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.
The girl's other hand, at some point, was already on the hilt of the sword.
"Actually, I just said that people who practice martial arts don't need to adhere to secular etiquette when they go out. If you worry too much, do whatever makes you feel comfortable... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I will help you take it off."
Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, reached out to hold her slender ankle, picked up her feet, and carefully helped her take off her soaked shoes.
Then, she slowly took off the snow-white socks on her feet.
The stockings fell off, and a delicate snow-white jade foot was exposed under the bright flames. Holding it in his hand, it looked like a snow-white delicate jade foot, flawless.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it. He put it on his lap and looked up at her.
The girl still looked away with her face turned away, paused, then stretched out her other foot from under her skirt and placed it in front of him.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other delicate foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.
"If the floor is dirty, just put it on my lap."
In order to make her comfortable, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways and stretched out his legs, then took her shoes and socks and baked them on the bonfire.
The girl was tightly wrapped in his loose clothes, looking out of the bridge with her pretty face sideways.
After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hands, and at his stretched out legs, and finally at her white little feet on his legs. , there was a hint of trance in his eyes.
Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground next to the bonfire to roast, then took her socks, approached the flames, and roasted them seriously.
Under the bridge, there was silence.
There was only the sound of burning dry wood and the howling of the cold wind on both sides of the cave entrance.
The two of them were silent, neither speaking.
The girl blinked her long eyelashes and stared blankly at his serious look and his delicate and handsome profile.
In a daze, it seemed like that day had returned.
It was snowing heavily, and he sat on the steps in the alley, looking gently at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns, with a calm and peaceful expression.
It was as if the wind in the alley stirred her long hair and also stirred her heart.
She never knew what liking meant.
Of course, I don’t even know what love at first sight is.
But at that moment, her heart was filled with tenderness; her eyes were filled with his look.
For several days, she secretly watched him.
Then, on the day he walked in, at that last moment, she suddenly plucked up the courage, blushed for the first time, and said those words to the young lady and Bai Ling that still make her feel ashamed when she thinks about them.
"Boom!"
Outside the bridge cave, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.
The girl's body trembled, and she subconsciously approached him. She hugged her knees tightly, huddled up, and her face turned pale.
Dark night and thunder, strong wind and heavy rain are nightmares and shadows that will never go away for her who once lived on the streets and fields.
She was afraid of them.
Seeing her fragile body trembling, Luo Qingzhou's face turned pale with fright. He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he could only comfort her softly: "It's okay. It's very safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but actually it is very far away for us. It is in the sky and we are on the ground, so..."
"boom!"
Suddenly there was another thunder.
Then a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and landed on a willow tree by the river not far from the bridge cave.
"Click!"
The willow tree was split in half on the spot.
The flames burst into flames.
But soon, it was wiped out by heavy rain.
Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth and stared blankly at the chopped and burnt willow tree. He swallowed the words in his mouth alive.
The girl next to her was trembling more and more violently.
Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, opened his arms, held her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
The girl leaned in his arms, her cheek buried in his chest, and the trembling on her body finally calmed down.
Luo Qingzhou held her with one hand, gently caressed her shoulders and smooth hair, comforted her tenderly, and helped her bake her stockings with the other hand. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
The night passed quietly.
It was still thundering and windy outside.
On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind was still howling.
The two people cuddling together in front of the bonfire felt a rare sense of tranquility and warmth.
"It's done. Let me put it on for you, otherwise your feet will get cold."
Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and smooth feet and helped her put on the dried snow-white socks.
"Well, how about... you climb on my lap and I will help you dry your hair, otherwise you will get sick tomorrow."
Luo Qingzhou saw that the girl at this moment had become rare and gentle, so he no longer had too many scruples and worries in his heart.
The girl clung to his arms and remained silent for a while. Fang slowly bent down and lay on his legs obediently.
Her hair was as long as a waterfall, hanging down.
Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed it gently close to the flame, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful."
The girl's cheek was buried in his leg, motionless and silent.
In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.
After a long time.
Luo Qingzhou said: "Now that your hair is dry, um...your coat...why don't you take it off too?"
The girl lay on his lap without moving or speaking.
Luo Qingzhou said again: "Miss Xia Chan..."
The girl still didn't move. She tightened her fingers on the sword and slowly loosened it.
"Then go to sleep, lean against the campfire, and you should be dry soon."
Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were a little numb, he didn't move.
The two of them just sat like this, the other crawled, and became quiet.
The heavy rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.
But the cold wind is still biting.
Snowflakes were falling silently outside.
Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all, his legs were numb from the pressure, but he didn't have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to be sleeping on his legs.
He slowly lay back, looking at the dark ceiling of the cave, thinking about things.
The flames of the bonfire gradually died down.
The cold wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, and the girl trembled again.
Luo Qingzhou sat up, took dry firewood from the side, and stuffed it into the fire.
The flames burned the damp dead branches, and acrid smoke arose, which was blown by the wind and floated towards the two of them.
Luo Qingzhou quickly took off his shirt, pushed the smoke away from the girl's head, put one hand on the side of the girl's face, and gently fanned her outside.
The smoke was quickly blown away by the cold wind.
The dead branches were burned dry and water-stained, and began to burn.
Luo Qingzhou's upper body was bare, he clenched his fists, arched his arms, and carefully observed his shiny and tough skin under the firelight.
I looked at the left arm, then the right arm.
After looking at his right arm, he looked down at his chest.
He held up his chest and touched it with his hands. It was very strong. He pinched the skin and bounced it. It was very tough.
He looked down at the two points on his chest.
How is the skin here?
He pinched one with his fingertips, pulled it, and suddenly threw it away.
"Snapped!"
Well, also very resilient.
After refining the skin and the flesh, the whole body is indeed... hmm? ? ?
He suddenly saw a pair of dark eyes, staring at him quietly between his legs.
"..."
Luo Qingzhou's cheeks heated up, he quickly put on his shirt and looked at the girl crawling on his lap.
The girl who had been peeking at him with her face turned sideways just now buried her cheek in his legs, as if she had fallen asleep.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss Xia Chan, my legs are numb, can you get up first?"
The girl ignored him and still lay there, motionless.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword in her hand, his heart suddenly felt itchy, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it.
But when he cautiously stretched out his hand, the girl lying on his lap suddenly sat up as if there were eyes in her back, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou quickly took the opportunity to move his numb legs, put his hands on the ground, stood up with bared teeth, and moved his blood.
"You didn't fall asleep just now?"
Luo Qingzhou moved for a while, and after his legs gradually recovered, he sat down again, looked at her and asked.
The girl bent her legs, hugged the sword, turned her face away, and looked at the falling snowflakes outside the cave. She ignored him and seemed to have returned to her cold and arrogant look.
Luo Qingzhou said: "There will be thunder later."
The girl looked outside and still didn't speak.
Luo Qingzhou filled some more dry firewood into the fire, then lay down and said: "I'm going to sleep for a while. I have something to do tomorrow. If you can't sleep, just watch the fire. If you want to sleep and feel uncomfortable with the ground, you can lie down again." Sleep on me. I’m okay.”
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
My mind was at peace, with no thoughts or desires, and I soon fell asleep.
The girl sat quietly for a while. After hearing the even breathing coming from his nose, Fang slowly turned her head and looked at him blankly.
After a while.
She came close to him again, lay gently in his arms, and closed her eyes.
But couldn't sleep.
She suddenly thought of the scene she had just seen secretly. She raised her little face and glanced at him. She quietly put a hand into his clothes, pinched it with her slender index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it upward. Then suddenly throw it away.
"Snapped!"
Um? ? ?
Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and looked down. He saw the girl lying in his arms, sleeping soundly. One hand was holding the sword, and the other was resting on her body.
"strangeness……"
Luo Qingzhou looked confused. He raised his hand and rubbed his own area. He felt a faint itching somewhere. Could it be that he pinched it just now?
Forget it, go to sleep.
Tomorrow I have to go to Jubao Pavilion to gather with other warriors, and then go out of the city to do the task.
So you have to keep your spirits up.
Otherwise, if you encounter a monster and become distracted for a moment, your life will be in danger.
Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
After a while.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then quietly reached in with her little hand, licked her fingertips, and pinched another...
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