Shen Xining watched the sword fall to the man's side, her teeth almost breaking. She wanted to move forward, but she stepped on something and was instantly hung up.
She was pulled up by a net and trapped in the narrow net like a trapped beast. She clenched the net with her hands and tried desperately to get out. Deng Yan looked up at her and smiled.
"Master Shen, you are really adorable like this!?"
Deng Yan's eyes revealed admiration and an ambiguous feeling, as if a poisonous snake was looking at its prey, with a strong and sticky feeling that made Shen Xining feel cold all over.
Just as Deng Yan was about to move forward, an arrow suddenly shot out from the surrounding area, right in front of his feet. The arrow was very powerful, with a sense of certainty and the smell of fighting. Deng Yan instantly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. This was a threat and also a warning. Deng Yan was not a fool, so he could naturally see it.
He waved his hand, signaling his men to retreat.
Deng Yan's carriage left the scene at a high speed.
Shen Xining struggled desperately in the net. Because she had not had a good rest for a long time and was too emotional, her head was congested and her eyes were dark. She wanted to break free, but she was almost unconscious.
dark place.
Yuewei looked at Xie Zhaoan slowly putting away the arrow in his hand and asked in a low voice.
"Mr. Yue, that was clearly a great opportunity, why didn't you just kill him?"
"It's not necessary. Even if he goes back, he will die. He won't allow such a person to exist around him. Why dirty our hands? Besides, if the people around him move, I'm afraid it will bring us trouble."
Yuewei seemed to understand, but Xie Zhaoan didn't want to explain any more. He stood up and prepared to leave, but Yuewei grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Mr. Yue, have you forgotten something? Mr. Shen is still hanging on it."
Xie Zhaoan glanced at Yuewei. Lord Shen? He called him so kindly. Who was his master? He had been with Shen Xining for a long time. Wasn't his brain damaged
"Then go and save them."
Throwing down these words, Xie Zhaoan turned and left. Without his order, how could Yuewei dare to rescue him? He was an orphan adopted by Xie Zhaoan. For so many years, he had been with Xie Zhaoan and had already regarded Xie Zhaoan as his own family. If Xie Zhaoan told him to go east, he would never dare to go west.
However, just as Xie Zhaoan took two steps, his ears moved, and Yuewei added.
"Mr. Yue, Lord Shen seems to be crying."
Nonsense, of course he heard it, otherwise why would he stop.
Yuewei was about to continue asking whether they wanted to save Shen Xining, but the dagger in Xie Zhaoan's hand had already flown out. Then, he jumped into the air and hugged the person in his arms.
She was much thinner than before, and now in his arms, she looked like a kitten. She seemed to be very sleepy. After being held in his arms, she found a comfortable position and nestled in his arms, her fingers tightly grasping his clothes on his chest, and her tears soaked the clothes in his arms.
I don’t know if it was sweat or tears, but the woman’s hair was stuck to her face and the tip of her nose was red from crying.
Xie Zhaoan sighed imperceptibly, reached out to brush away her hair, and sneered softly.
"What an idiot."
Yuewei blinked and Xie Zhaoan had already carried the person away.
When they got to the room, Xie Zhaoan wanted to put the man down, but Shen Xining's fingers clenched his clothes. He had just moved away an inch when the man's mouth corners shrank, as if he was about to burst into tears.
For some reason, Xie Zhaoan suddenly remembered the child crying loudly during the day. Xie Zhaoan never wanted to hear that shrill cry again in his life. He immediately hugged Shen Xining again.
"I'm really scared of you..."
Xie Zhaoan simply lay down comfortably beside Shen Xining. He inhaled the fresh fragrance of the woman, which also had a hint of milk, into his lungs, and he felt inexplicably at peace.
Shen Xining lay in his arms, feeling the warmth in the man's arms, as if she had entered an extremely warm space, with a soft bed and a suitable temperature around her, which made her fall asleep.
Have a good night.
The next day, the crisp sound of a basin falling to the ground woke Shen Xining up.
"Ah! Miss... I didn't see anything!"
Chun Xing left the room without any hesitation, and did not forget to close the door when she left. Shen Xining watched her running away and frowned. She felt the warmth on her waist, picked up the pillow, and threw it on Xie Zhaoan without saying a word.
"Why are you here? Get out now!"
Shen Xining's face turned red, so red that blood might drip out in the next second. She used all her strength and hit Xie Zhaoan's body so hard that it hurt. But this showed that she was almost recovered now, otherwise, she would not have so much strength. Xie Zhaoan suddenly reached out and held her wrist tightly.
Shen Xining was caught off guard and was dragged forward, falling on his chest. The man's heart was not that strong, but it was enough to resonate with hers.
The thumping sound was deafening.
Shen Xining clearly felt that the tips of his ears were starting to turn red.
"You... you let me go..."
Oh.
The man curled his lips slightly. The distance between the two was so close that Shen Xining could not only smell the pleasant pine scent on the man, but also feel his own breath entangled with the man's.
"Shen Xining, don't you know that I'm not in good health? Now, after you hit me twice, I can't move anymore. It seems that Master Shen needs to take good care of me today."
The man emphasized the three words "Lord Shen" very heavily, which made people feel ambiguous for some reason. Shen Xining put his hand on the man's chest and suddenly smiled.
The woman was already very beautiful and charming. She suddenly smiled, with the corners of her mouth raised, her eyebrows upturned, and her charm. It reminded Xie Zhaoan of the peach blossom that he had cut down because it was in great bloom. It was just like her, sunny and charming.
"you... ... "
The woman's hand reached into his clothes, bringing with it a deep scent. As she spoke, her red lips swayed in front of his eyes. They were so close that Xie Zhaoan's Adam's apple moved involuntarily.
"Mr. Xie, how do you want to be served?"
As she spoke, the woman's hand had already touched his inner garment. Xie Zhaoan felt as if he had been electrocuted. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, then shook it off fiercely. Then he stood up and walked out without saying a word.