This dream was deep and long, Xue Qinglan slept for six hours, and didn't wake up until noon. During this period, his whole body was always relaxed and warm, and the memories of those spasms and pains in the past were like a nightmare that was finally gone. Even if he fell asleep, he knew in his heart that he was safe.
When he woke up, before he even opened his eyes, he felt a warm inner breath roaming through the meridians around his body. Wen Heng put his arms around him and held his hand with the other to slowly exercise his energy to guide the infuriating energy in his body. The parade, I don't know how long it has lasted. The upper body of the two of them was snuggled together, and their legs were intertwined under the quilt, as if a pair of mandarin ducks had just woken up.
Xue Qinglan only moved a little before Wen Heng noticed it: "Wake up? Sleep well? Is there any discomfort?"
He seemed to be immersed in warm water, surrounded by drowsiness, he didn't even want to say a word, he hummed twice as an answer.
"You're coquettish again." Wen Heng pushed his long sleepy hair to the pillow very smoothly, and asked with a warm smile in his ear, "Are you still eating?"
Xue Qinglan was spoiled by him as a child when he was young. He thought that when he grew up, he would be bound by worldly rules layer by layer. No matter how close he wanted to be, he had to learn to restrain himself. one cent. He can show up at the much-anticipated Sword Discourse Conference, and he can also open his arms in the dark, giving him a warm and restful place to sleep.
"What time is it?"
Wen Heng said: "I'm ashamed to ask, I've already slept over lunch."
Xue Qinglan couldn't help but stunned when she heard the words: "I slept for so long? I don't even know it myself."
Wen Heng knew that he slept well. When he woke up first in the morning, his left arm was numb. He played with Xue Qinglan a little and changed his posture, but he didn't wake up. He looked extremely tired.
I haven't slept peacefully in four years, and I've been running around and tired again these days. Although Xue Qinglan didn't say it, Wen Heng could roughly guess it. In the early morning, he looked at Xue Qinglan's sleeping face, half of his body was numb and unconscious, but he remembered the story of Emperor Ai and Dong Xian in ancient times, and sighed secretly what kind of skill it was to break a sleeve, for the sake of the ancestor in his arms, sooner or later he would have to break an arm.
"It's a good thing to be able to eat and sleep," Wen Heng said solemnly, "I have a ready-made heater here. It's soft and doesn't need money. It's time to hold it and sleep for a while, otherwise it won't be a loss."
As soon as these words came out, Xue Qinglan laughed and fell on top of him. After a while, he woke up from the drowsiness. He rolled out of Wen Heng's arms and massaged his left arm while sitting under the quilt, "Just asking me, but you , I was crushed by me last night and didn't sleep, okay?"
"You're only heavy, how can you crush someone to death? Besides, I'm not as sleep-deprived as you are." Wen Heng didn't care much, and moved his shoulders, "Yesterday, my right hand was inconvenient, so I can change it later. ."
Xue Qinglan's sleeves were pulled up with the movements, and she wore two delicate silver bracelets on her thin wrists. After so many years, it did not change color, and it was still as clean as new. Wen Heng leaned back against the head of the bed, flipped the white jade coral parquet on the bracelet, and suddenly asked, "Qinglan, have you come here all these years?"
Xue Qinglan: "Huh?"
Wen Heng still remembered that when he put on this pair of silver bracelets for Xue Qinglan, his hands were a little smaller than now, and there were not so many scars and calluses. After all, the past years are over, and what has been missed is a blank after all. Some changes can be regarded as non-existent and non-occurring because he does not listen or see them.
Wen Heng's eyes were heavy, but his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring someone: "When I was away, didn't you think about finding someone else to try it out?"
Xue Qinglan's subordinates froze for a while, lowered his head and thought for a long time, before squeezing out a sentence: "No one else can."
"Others can't do it, so can't cats and dogs?" Wen Hengguang felt distressed just looking at him, "There's a living creature warm next to you, at least you can sleep peacefully."
Xue Qinglan didn't speak, just shook his head.
Animals can't stand the chill on him, and he can't accept any man or woman except Wen Heng getting close. The Weeping Star Sect has an unhealthy atmosphere, bullying men and dominating women is a common thing. Even Lu Hongyi has raised several male pets, but he is the only one who embraces the cold in countless long dark nights, stubbornly waiting, and would rather be buried in the boundless winter. Don't let your heart compromise even for a moment.
Xue Qinglan only had a single layer of white clothes hanging on his shoulders, and under the overlapping neckline was a clear and long straight collarbone. His long black hair was flowing down like water. He was clearly a person like a pearl and beautiful jade. Living in a desperate situation, if the person waiting for him never comes, he will probably never cast a glance at the red dust in his life.
The word "unique" carries too much weight, and anyone who hears this word at first has to consider whether he can catch it. Seeing that Wen Heng was silent, Xue Qinglan thought it was her own rashness and made him embarrassed. She reluctantly picked up her mind, turned her head, and said, "Don't talk about this, Brother Heng, let's go down to dinner—"
Wen Heng suddenly held his shoulders, vigorous like a leopard, and suddenly turned over and pressed Xue Qinglan to the side of the bed, his long hair fell down, entangled with his blue silk by the pillow: "Just recognize me, right? "
His question was endless, but it was unusually ambiguous. Xue Qinglan's cheeks were hot, and he didn't want to entangle more on this thought-provoking topic, so as not to add to the annoyance, so he turned his head slightly to avoid it, but Wen Heng pinched it forcefully. Pulling his face back with his chin, he said reluctantly, "Don't hide. Is that right?"
Xue Qinglan couldn't get rid of him, and was too lazy to break free, thinking that if he stretched his head and slashed his head, it would also be a knife, so he just broke the can and slammed "um".
Anyway, he has already been deeply trapped, and it is futile to cover up, why does he have to pretend to be tough
Thinking like this, his forehead suddenly sank, but Wen Heng leaned down and touched his forehead, the two of them parted as soon as their noses touched, like a light kiss.
The palm supporting his shoulder moved up, and caressed his side face with respect, Xue Qinglan heard Wen Heng resolutely in his ear in a gentle daze: "From now on, as long as I live for a day, I will never stop. It will make you suffer like this again."
The author has something to say: It's not love, it's not love, it's not love (crazy chanting