Shen Yinxiao stiffened.
The fingertips were slightly cold, and the hand holding her arm tightly was trembling faintly. Their eyes met, and she couldn't help but retreat.
"don't want......"
She shook her head subconsciously, her pupils suddenly shrunk, and she looked at him shrinkingly.
Wei Cheng laughed.
very good.
It is no longer the dull look just now.
Just know how to be afraid.
If you know fear, you have a weakness.
If you have a weakness, you can easily be manipulated.
The other hand held down the trembling arm.
Under the palm of my hand, a faint warmth spread through the fabric layer by layer.
He raised his hand and touched her cheek, which was fragrant and soft.
"Don't worry, as long as you obey." His voice suddenly became extremely gentle.
The huge contrast made her whole heart float, and goosebumps crawled up her spine and back of her neck. Unable to touch the bottom, she stumbled and fell on the thick and huge tree trunk behind her.
Wei Cheng picked her up by the waist, carried her to the horse, mounted the horse and hugged her into his arms. Wei Ning and others had also caught up, and he breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was okay.
Shen Yinxiao lowered his eyes. When he returned to the military camp, Wei Cheng jumped off the horse and reached out to help her. She ignored him and jumped off holding the saddle.
The jump touched the wound on her chest again. Her nose felt sore, but she held it back and walked around him in silence.
Wei Cheng's face was already a bit ugly when she rejected his hand, and when he saw her going in without looking at him, he sneered and followed her in.
The things inside hadn't been cleaned up yet, and the spread of cake crumbs was still lying on the floor. She bent down to clean up the dirty things on the floor. When Wei Cheng came in, he happened to see her half-kneeling on the ground, cleaning the floor.
He frowned: "It's not like there's no one left. Is it your turn to clean up?"
She whispered: "There aren't many things, it will be done in a while."
She swept the cake into a piece and held it with her hands.
The whole person squatted on the ground, as gloomy as a withering flower.
Wei Cheng felt it was dazzling no matter how he looked at it, and finally couldn't help it. He picked her up and shouted for someone to come in and clean her up.
After cleaning, she sat on the couch and looked at him calmly.
"Where is the injury?" He looked away, rolled up her sleeves and checked inch by inch. His arms were smooth and delicate, with no scars.
She remained silent and allowed him to manipulate her.
He untied her clothes and peeled them off piece by piece, as if she was peeling off cocoons, unhurriedly.
The cold fingertips traced her bare shoulder blades, and she subconsciously shrank and turned her head to avoid his outstretched hand.
He turned around and added a few more pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin, and moved closer. The warm red firelight shone on her delicate calves, like a roasted sweet potato. He peeled off the coat, took a sip, and filled his mouth with It's sweet and greasy juice.
A drop of water fell on the back of his hand, and he stopped.
He raised his hand to wipe away the water marks from the corners of her eyes.
A strand of hair was scattered beside her ear, and she lowered her head slightly, letting his rough fingertips and palms rub her face.
There is only one last piece of bellyband left.
The goose-yellow bellyband is embroidered with two spring swallows, which is particularly warm in the cold spring months.
The man held her cheek with one hand, and stroked the trembling shoulder blade with the other hand, along the delicate shoulder line, through the girl's armpit, and stopped on her bare back.
Her whole body trembled slightly, not sure if it was the cold or because of his pleasing caress.
Wei Cheng stretched out his hand, held her hips, held her on his lap, took the quilt, and hugged her.
The tie of the bellyband was torn open, and the thin fabric slipped down, revealing the soft snow peaks and the dazzling red.
He took a breath and looked into her wet eyes with a frown.
"how did you make it?"
The girl didn't say anything, but he suddenly reacted and said with a questioning tone: "It's hot?"
Shen Yinxiao nodded.
He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts racing rapidly.
"You were afraid that the cakes would get cold, so you kept them in your arms?"
He slowly turned his head and looked at the few pieces of cake left on the couch.
He froze.
Turning back, he looked intensely at the girl's half-cast eyes.
"Those cakes, did you bring them to me?"
Shen Yinxiao had a sullen face, pursed his lips and said nothing.
He confirmed again: "You heard others say that I have nothing to eat, so you want to bring me some food?"
The girl bit her lip and said "Huh".
She thought he would laugh at her.
After waiting for a long time, no laughter was heard.
She raised her eyes and their eyes met.
He looked at her quietly, motionless.
For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world was quiet and time became extremely slow.
He suddenly used force to wrap her in his arms, holding her tighter and tighter.
The man's powerful heartbeat came one after another, like a big drum, beating on her eardrums.
The embrace was as tight as vines wrapping around the two of them.
It seemed like he was going to rub her into her bones and blood.
The man's cheek was pressed against her smooth forehead, and the stubble that had just sprouted made her face hurt.
Another warm lips fell on her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, and finally rested on her full and red lips.
kiss.
They kissed many times, in different places, and there were many kinds of kisses. There were kisses of affection, kisses of affection, kisses full of lust, kisses of lingering love, and even kisses when they were naked and entangled. Indulgent and predatory kiss.
Only this time, she felt that he was very different.
I can't tell you exactly what's different.
"Fool."
He hugged her tightly, and a man's voice came from his ears.
As she spoke, a dull vibration in her chest reached her heart.
"But it's stained." Her nose became sore. "They were all thrown away by that man, and one of them was eaten by him."
"You still said that I..."
Halfway through, he sealed it with a kiss.
"Are you so afraid that I'll starve to death?" He said with a smile, their noses touched, and their warm breaths intertwined.
"Um?"
She blushed: "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"What if I die?" He rubbed her soft and fleshy cheek with the tip of his nose and said half-jokingly: "Will you stay a widow for me?"
How can anyone curse themselves to death?
She thought about this question seriously.
If he died...
She pursed her lips.
She will probably be sad for a while, and then do whatever she needs to do. She doesn't plan to get married anyway, so this can be considered widowhood, right?
Before she could nod, Wei Cheng sneered and rubbed her head: "I wish you better."
"Even if I die, I still have to take you down to warm my bed."
