After Qing Huan finished sewing Nan Yang's buttons, she yawned twice. Nanyang could see that she was tired. She had tossed around for a long time today. She also drank so much wine.
She has a physique that sleeps whenever she wants to, and Nanyang is ready to hug her anytime from the first yawn.
"Let's go back." Qing Huan's eyes narrowed.
"it is good."
Nanyang looked at Qing Huan's sleepy eyes and said, "I'll carry you back."
"Just from here to the garage, a few hundred meters, what are you carrying..." Qing Huan's ears turned red, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, and didn't turn her head to look at Nanyang.
"If you don't let me carry you, then I'll kiss you." Nan Yang made a rare joke.
Qing Huan turned her eyes back, and looked at her with bright eyes. After a while, she whispered: "Then... you kiss me."
She really likes kissing Nanyang.
As long as you can kiss her, you can use any lame reason.
Nanyang took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Qinghuan's waist, brought his lips to her ear, lowered his voice and said, "I kiss you, and I will carry you too, okay?"
Qing Huan's ears were red as if they were about to drip, and she nodded slightly.
With permission, Nanyang placed a soft kiss on Qing Huan's earlobe, raised his right hand, placed it on the back of her head, and gently stroked her charming curly hair. His lips slid across his earlobe, rubbed his side face, and brought out the beauty all the way, and finally landed on the same soft territory.
A long and gentle kiss, the ears of both of them were red, but the rolling movement between the lips and teeth was much more natural than the previous two.
Qing Huan couldn't help but hug Nan Yang's slender waist tightly, her legs softened a bit from the kiss.
While lingering, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened with a "squeak-" sound.
Qing Huan immediately turned her head away and avoided Nan Yang's lips.
Tomorrow night, Cheng stood at the door of the bathroom, half twisting the doorknob in his hand, staring at the two people who had been kissing intimately in front of the mirror for a second, but this second had been abruptly interrupted by her arrival.
The air was eerily silent for a moment.
"I..." Cheng was about to cry when he realized what he had done in the evening, "I, I, I, I didn't mean it, you, you..."
Nanyang was still holding Qinghuan's waist, she narrowed her eyes to look at Mingwancheng, licked the remaining Qinghuan's saliva on her lips, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Then do you want to continue watching?"
"No, no, no, no, don't watch!" Tomorrow night Cheng shook his head frantically, shaking his head as he retreated, "Don't worry, I'll immediately call the security guard to seal off the bathroom within a ten-meter radius, so kiss slowly, kiss slowly. , no rush, no rush!"
Qing Huan was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look at Ming Wancheng, she hugged Nanyang tightly, and buried her face in Nanyang's shoulder like an ostrich.
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry, my ancestor, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll get out of here right away!"
Tomorrow night, Cheng bowed a few times, and almost ran away.
Nanyang stroked Qinghuan's long hair, gently rubbed the back of her neck through the curly hair, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to continue?"
Qing Huanwo shook her head in her white shirt, the temperature of her face could burn to Nanyang's heart through a layer of fabric.
"Then let me go, I'll carry you to the car and go back to sleep."
Qing Huan hummed and let go of Nan Yang. Nanyang bent down with his back to her, she squatted up, leaned on Nanyang's shoulders, and put his arms around her neck.
Nanyang carried her steadily on his back, turned his head to the side and said softly, "Sleep when you are sleepy, don't worry, I will send you back safely."
Lightly nodded.
The road from the bathroom to the underground garage is not long, but Nanyang walks slowly, and she likes the feeling of carrying Qinghuan on her back. This made her feel as if she had returned to more than 3,000 years ago. In that distant ancient times, she also carried her little apprentice on her back, staggering step by step in the winding snow of Beipu.
The distance that could have been covered in ten minutes, because Nanyang walked too slowly, he just walked for nearly half an hour. When she got to the garage, Qing Huan had already fallen asleep on her shoulders.
Qinghuan had put the piece of crystal red flowing jade around her neck before, but now her right hand went around Nanyang's neck, holding the piece of jade in her mouth, holding it, and sleeping soundly.
Like a child, you have to sleep with something in your mouth.
Because of the jade, the corners of her mouth were slightly open, so saliva flowed down the corners of her lips again, soaking the shirt on Nanyang's shoulders.
Nanyang couldn't help but smile, dragged her legs and lifted her a little higher.
Qing Huan didn't know when she fell asleep, she only knew that the moment she lay on Nan Yang's back, she was sleepy. It seems that they haven't known each other for a long time, but she just feels that she can completely relax with Nanyang's side. She knew that Nanyang would take good care of herself.
She fell into a deep sleep, biting the ruby that Nanyang had given her in her mouth.
In the haze, she seemed to have a dream.
In the dream, she was standing in a canyon, and the weather around her was dull, and the heat made her forehead sweat. There were very noisy voices around, as if there were many people around, screaming and killing.
As if this is not modern.
In a trance, she realized that she was carrying a sword in her hand, and she was also wearing a white ancient costume with blood splattered at the corners of her skirt.
When she was wondering, she suddenly heard a familiar voice:
"Light joy."
She raised her head sharply and saw Nanyang's cold, snow-like face. Nanyang was wearing a simple white robe embossed with white cranes, his long black hair was tied into an elegant bun, his eyes were anxious, and he also held a snow-blue long sword in his hand. She reached out and tried to hold herself, and said, "Qinghuan, follow me..."
She subconsciously swung the long sword and slashed towards Nan Yang's outstretched hand.
Nanyang pulled his hand back in time, but there was still a piece of clothing that was cut off by her sharp sword. Yoyo fell to the ground.
She had only one thought in her head:
kill her.
Kill Nanyang.
This is her enemy, kill her.
She gritted her teeth, used all her strength, raised her long sword and slashed at Nanyang resolutely. Nanyang looked at her in disbelief, and stepped back again and again, dodging her attacks in embarrassment. It was obvious that Nanyang also had a sword in her hand, but she never raised it to face her, she was just hiding, even though she had gradually fallen into a situation where she had nowhere to hide.
With tears in his eyes, Nanyang said in a trembling tone, "Qing Huan, what's the matter with you?"
I'm going to kill you.
You and I are enemies, and I must kill you.
Nanyang's eyes were filled with countless sorrows: "Qing Huan, I am Master."
But there was only one thought in her mind.
kill her.
This is her nemesis.
She must kill her.
She raised the long sword in her hand again, Nanyang just looked at her with tears, this time he didn't dodge. So, the long sword in her hand stabbed easily, and plunged firmly into Nanyang's flank.
Nan Yang's upper body hunched down, his brows furrowed, and he looked at her sadly, a mouthful of blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
She quickly drew the sword out, and a dazzling piece of blood spurted out of the wound and slapped her profile. Nanyang staggered two steps while clutching his flank, and barely supported his body with his long sword on the ground.
She swung her long sword fiercely and stabbed the second sword towards Nanyang.
The third sword.
Fourth sword.
Every sword fell on Nanyang's waist and abdomen, and every strike cut into her flesh and blood, and even every time it was cut, blood splashed on her face. By the end, the long sword in her hand could no longer see its primary color, and the white clothes on Nan Yang's body were all dyed red.
Nanyang has been holding her snow-blue long sword tightly, but she never raised it, and she did not let the sword aim at her for even a second.
She raised her sword again and again.
He slashed to Nanyang again and again.
Nanyang was finally cut to the ground in a pool of blood, his hands tightly clutching the wound on his abdomen, his eyes wandering. Just like a white crane that was shot down, its wings have been broken, and no longer able to flap its wings, it can only wait for death in despair in blood.
She was really going to kill herself.
But why are you crying
Master...
Why don't you resist
Why didn't you kill me, the traitor
Master...
Master, why are you still not leaving
Nanyang was lying on the ground, his eyelashes drooping slowly, and there were heavy blood stains on his eyelids. Her lips moved slightly, and with the last of her strength, she murmured a begging sentence:
"Stop making trouble... Come back with me... I won't punish you for copying scriptures or standing in a corner... I won't punish you again. Go back with me, Qinghuan... Go back with me."
Come back with me.
go back.
Back to where
Where are they going back
We can't go back.
There will be no going back, Master.
Master...
Master...
"Qinghuan?"
A gentle voice rang in his ears.
"Qinghuan, wake up."
is her.
"Qinghuan, wake up, you are sweating a lot."
Qing Huan suddenly opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.
There was a throbbing pain between her brows, as if it was going to tear her forehead alive.
After a full ten seconds, she realized that she was already lying on the hotel bed. Nanyang hugged himself by the side, murmured her name softly, slender fingers caressed the sweat on her forehead, his voice was full of concern: "Have you had a nightmare? Why are you shaking all the time?"
Nanyang.
She... she's still alive
Before Qing Huan could break free from her dream, she hurriedly got up and looked at the real woman beside her. Her eyes swept around her body, and then she touched her belly in a panic, and recklessly lifted the hem of her shirt.
No blood.
However, there are several long, deep and wide scars. It was the same hideous and terrifying scar that she had seen a few times before.
Nanyang saw that she suddenly lifted her clothes, her ears turned red, she pulled the hem and covered it again, "You... What's wrong? Why suddenly... "
Was it really a dream just now? Why is it so real? It was so real that she felt that her face was still covered with hot blood.
Qing Huan held back the tears that were about to flow, and desperately leaned forward and hugged Nan Yang, using all her strength to hold her back, wishing to rub her into her own blood.
It's okay, it's a dream.
She is still alive, still by her side. And he didn't use his sword to slash her all over.
Nanyang patted her on the back soothingly and whispered in her ear, "Is it a nightmare? Seeing that you are sweating, you can't even wake up. Do you want to take a shower?"
After a long time, Qing Huan said hoarsely, "... I want to wash."
"I'm going to help you fill the bathtub." Nanyang patted her shoulder and motioned her to let go of herself.
Qing Huan didn't let go, she still hugged Nanyang tightly, her voice getting softer and softer: "You hug me."
"Okay, I'll carry you." Nanyang touched her long curly hair.
Qing Huan was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "...you help me wash."
Nanyang was stunned for a moment, and then his ears turned red.
"...Okay, I...I'll help you wash."