He walked on tiptoe along the wall, and slipped from the front yard into the backyard. There was still light in the bedroom, and the man's figure was reflected on the window paper. Xie Lun could tell whose figure it belonged to just by looking at it.
Xie Lun was lying behind the pillar, staring straight at the figure, his eyes bright, his throat itchy, and his heart sweet.
I really miss his Mr. Zhao!
It’s time to meet his Mr. Zhao!
Ahhhh!
I'm so happy!
But just when Xie Lun was about to get up and take action, the window suddenly darkened, and Xie Lun was startled, was he going to sleep now
It shouldn't be.
How long has it been
Xie Lun was thinking about it when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. He was about to scream, but someone covered his mouth again. He was startled. The person's skill was so amazing that he didn't even hear it. At that moment, Xie Lun He raised his foot and kicked him, but the man easily avoided it and instead picked him up by the waist. Xie Lun wanted to resist, but he heard the man's hoarse voice of surprise: "Alan is me!"
As soon as the sound reached his ears, Sherenden immediately stopped moving, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around the man's neck.
"Alan! I miss you so much!" Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun fiercely, wishing that he could eat the person in his arms. The half-year separation, nearly two hundred days and nights, really tortured him. It was so overwhelming that he was almost drained of lovesickness, "Allen! Allan! Allan! It's really you!"
Xie Lun knew that men are the most clumsy and tongue-tied, so he kindly helped him continue: "I miss you so much, every day and every night. The past six months have been longer than my... my half of my life has been longer, Zhao Jingting, Let's never be separated again. I really can't bear to be separated from you. You touch... Touch me and I've lost weight. It's all because I miss you... "
Zhao Jingting measured Xie Lun's waist with both hands, feeling distressed and dissatisfied at the same time, mumbling: "Why have you lost so much weight..."
"I told you, it's... I want you..." Being so close to the sweetheart he thought about day and night, Xie Lun almost turned into a puddle of water. He leaned on the man's shoulder and said with red eyes, "You still You're too embarrassed to tell me, aren't you also losing weight?"
Zhao Jingting smiled evilly: "No matter how thin you are, you can still hold your little wife in your arms."
"Zhao Jingting, you... you're here again..." Xie Lun's face was as red as clouds, his eyes were like water, and he bit Zhao Jingting's nose fiercely, "You are not allowed to talk anymore! Take me into the room first, I want to so cold… "
How could Mr. Zhao disagree? Immediately, I carried Xie Lun into the room. I couldn't wait to light the wax, so I put Xie Lun on the couch in the dark.
…
When Xie Lun fainted, Zhao Jingting was still in high spirits, and the face of the forty-year-old man turned pale with fright.
"Allen! Allan!" Zhao Jingting didn't bother to put on clothes, so he picked up Xie Lun and patted Xie Lun's face gently. After getting out of bed, he hurriedly lit a candle and brought it to the bed.
"Allen! Allan!" Zhao Jingting sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Xie Lun's face. Xie Lun's face was slightly swollen and he frowned. It was obvious that he had not slept well. Zhao Jingting felt relieved and looked at the appearance. , Xie Lun arrived here for the first time and was not very adaptable to the climate in Qinghai.
When the Northwest Army first arrived in Qinghai, many soldiers had the same reaction. They would be fine after taking a few days to adapt to the decoction.
He was also too impatient. Xie Lun had just arrived in Qinghai and he was so forceful. It would be strange if Xie Lun didn't faint.