"call-"
The cold wind howled into the bridge tunnel on both sides.
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 in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the sword in her arms.
The other hand did not hold the hilt of the sword.
but…
Is this a temptation
She deliberately stretched out her little foot to test him, and when he exposed his dirty thoughts and reached out to touch her, she suddenly drew her sword and struck him in the throat with one blow.
"You lecher, you deserve to be killed!"
So, under this dark and cold bridge, there appeared another poor dead soul.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he did not dare to reach out his hand, and said: "That... Miss Xia Chan, you should take it off yourself. Men and women should not touch each other, not to mention a girl's feet, which are..."
The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.
The girl's other hand had grasped the hilt of the sword without her noticing.
"In fact, I just said that martial artists don't need to be bound by worldly etiquette when they go out. They should just do whatever is comfortable for them... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't mind, I'll help you take it off."
Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer. He reached out and grasped her slender ankle, lifted her foot up, and carefully helped her take off her wet shoes.
Then, he slowly took off the snow-white stockings on her feet.
The stockings fell off, revealing a beautiful, snow-white, slender jade foot under the bright flames. He held it in his hand, and it looked like a snow-white, delicate jade without any flaw.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it any longer. He put it on his lap and looked up at her.
The girl still turned her face away, looked away, paused, then stretched her other foot out from under her skirt and placed it in front of him.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other slender foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.
"The ground is dirty, just put it on my lap."
In order to make her feel comfortable, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways, stretched out his legs, then took her shoes and socks and dried them over the campfire.
The girl wrapped herself tightly in his loose clothes, tilted her pretty face and looked outside the bridge.
After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, looked at him, then looked at the shoes and socks in his hands, and his outstretched legs, and finally looked at her own snow-white feet on his legs, with a hint of trance in her eyes.
Luo Qingzhou placed her shoes on the ground next to the campfire to roast them, then took her stockings, brought them close to the flames, and roasted them very carefully.
It was silent under the bridge.
There was only the sound of burning wood and the whistling of cold wind on both sides of the cave entrance.
The two were silent and neither spoke.
The girl blinked her long eyelashes, staring at his serious expression and his handsome profile.
Suddenly, I seemed to be back to that day again.
It was snowing heavily. He sat on the steps in the alley, looking tenderly at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns. His expression was calm and peaceful.
It was like the wind in the alley, ruffling her long hair and also ruffling her heart.
She never knew what love was.
Of course, I don’t even know what love at first sight means.
But at that moment, her heart was full of tenderness; her eyes were full of him.
For several days, she watched him secretly there.
Then, on the day he came in, at that last moment, she suddenly plucked up the courage, blushed for the first time, and said to the young lady and Bailing the words that still make her feel ashamed when she thinks of them.
“Boom!”
Outside the bridge, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.
The girl trembled and subconsciously moved closer to him, hugging her knees tightly, curling up into a ball, her little face turning pale.
The darkness and thunder, the strong winds and heavy rains were nightmares and shadows that would never go away for her, who had once wandered the streets and fields.
She was afraid of them.
Luo Qingzhou saw her delicate body trembling, her little face pale with fear. He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his arms, wanting to hug her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he could only comfort her softly: "It's okay, it's safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but in fact, for us, it is very far away. It is in the sky and we are on the ground, so..."
"boom!"
Suddenly there was another thunder.
Then a bolt of lightning streaked across the dark sky and landed on a willow tree on the river bank not far from the bridge tunnel.
“Crack!”
The willow tree was split in two on the spot.
The flames burned.
But soon, it was extinguished by heavy rain.
Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth, staring blankly at the broken and burnt willow tree, and swallowed the words in his mouth.
The girl beside him was shaking even more violently.
Luo Qingzhou did not hesitate any longer, opened his arms, held her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
The girl leaned into his arms, buried her cheek in his chest, and the trembling in her body finally calmed down.
Luo Qingzhou held her in one hand, gently stroking her shoulders and soft hair, comforting her tenderly, and with the other hand he helped her warm her stockings, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
The night passes quietly.
There was still wind and thunder outside.
The cold wind was still howling on both sides of the bridge.
The two people snuggled together in front of the campfire, and there was a rare kind of tranquility and warmth.
"It's done. Let me help you put it on, or your feet will get cold."
Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and smooth feet and helped her put on the dried snow-white stockings.
"Well, how about... you lie on my lap and I'll help you dry your hair, otherwise you'll get sick tomorrow."
Seeing that the girl had become unusually gentle at this moment, Luo Qingzhou no longer had many concerns or fears in his heart.
The girl stayed in his arms in silence for a while, then slowly bent down and lay obediently on his legs.
A head of long hair fell down like a waterfall.
Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbing it gently close to the flame, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful."
The girl buried her cheek in his legs, motionless and silent.
In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.
After a long time.
Luo Qingzhou said: "The hair is dry now, 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, her fingers clenched around the sword, then slowly loosened.
"Then go to sleep, by the campfire, it should be dry soon."
Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were a little numb, he didn't move.
The two of them just sat and lay down, and they became quiet.
The heavy rain finally stopped in the second half of the night.
But the cold wind was still biting.
Snowflakes were falling silently outside.
Luo Qingzhou was not sleepy at all, his legs were numb from being pressed down, but he did not have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to have fallen asleep on his legs.
He slowly lay back, looking at the dark cave ceiling, thinking about things.
The flames of the bonfire gradually died down.
The cold wind blew in from the cave, and the girl shivered again.
Luo Qingzhou sat up, took some dry firewood from the side and put it into the fire.
The flames burned the wet dead branches, producing pungent smoke that was blown towards the two people by the wind.
Luo Qingzhou quickly took off his shirt and drove away the smoke above the girl's head. He put one hand on the side of the girl's face and gently fanned it toward the outside.
The smoke was soon blown away by the cold wind.
The water stains on the dead branches were dried up and they began to burn.
Luo Qingzhou was shirtless, clenched his fists, bent his arms, and carefully observed his shiny and tough skin in the firelight.
He looked at his left arm, then at his right arm.
After looking at his right arm, he lowered his head to look at his chest.
He straightened his chest and touched it with his hand. It was very strong. He pinched the flesh and flicked it. It was very resilient.
He looked down at two points on his chest.
How's the skin here
He pinched one with his fingertips, pulled it, and suddenly threw it away.
“Bang!”
Well, very resilient too.
After refining the skin and flesh, the whole body... Hmm
He suddenly saw a pair of dark eyes, staring at him quietly between his legs.
"… "
Luo Qingzhou's cheeks flushed and he quickly put on his shirt and looked at the girl lying on his lap.
The girl who had just been peeking at him from the side now buried her face between his legs, as if she had fallen asleep.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but ask, "Miss Xia Chan, my legs are numb, can you get up for a while?"
The girl ignored him and continued to lie there, motionless.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword in her hand, and his heart suddenly felt itchy. He reached out his hand and wanted to touch it.
But when he cautiously stretched out his hand, the girl lying on his legs suddenly sat up as if there were eyes behind her, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou quickly took the opportunity to move his numb legs, supported himself on the ground with his hands, stood up with his teeth bared, and moved his blood circulation.
"You weren't asleep just now?"
Luo Qingzhou moved around 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, looked at the snowflakes falling outside the cave, ignored him, and seemed to have returned to her cold and arrogant appearance.
Luo Qingzhou said: "There will be thunder later."
The girl looked outside and still said nothing.
Luo Qingzhou put some more dead wood in the fire, then lay down and said, "I'll sleep for a while. I have things to do tomorrow. If you can't sleep, just watch the fire. If you want to sleep and the ground is too rough, you can sleep on me. I don't mind."
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
My mind was calm, without any thoughts or desires, and I soon fell asleep.
The girl sat quietly for a while. After hearing the even breathing sound coming from his nose, she slowly turned her head and looked at him blankly.
After a while.
She moved closer to him again, lying gently in his arms and closing her eyes.
But I can't sleep.
She suddenly thought of the scene she had just seen, raised her little face and glanced at him.
“Bang!”
Um
Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes and looked down. The girl was lying in his arms, sleeping soundly, with one hand holding the sword and the other hand placed obediently on her body.
"strangeness… "
Luo Qingzhou looked confused. Could it be that he had just pinched himself
Forget it, let’s go to sleep.
Tomorrow I have to go to Jubao Pavilion to meet up with other warriors, and then go out of the city to complete the mission.
So you must keep your spirits up.
Otherwise, if you encounter a monster and lose your concentration for a moment, your life may be in danger.
Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.