Fingers stroked the bulge slowly, the scar was long, wide and uneven, one could imagine the tragedy at that time.
Feng Zhiwei remembered the rumors about him in Jingzhong... At the age of seven, he narrowly survived a serious illness, and then his temperament changed drastically. Could it be that it was not an illness, but an injury
The fingertips inadvertently touched his intact skin, the coolness and smoothness under the fingers made Feng Zhiwei blush, she quickly withdrew her hands, and tried her best to let her mind run wild, thinking about everything, so as to avoid the embarrassment at this moment.
While thinking about that guy He Lianzheng's feet are so smelly, did Gu Nanyi get tired of eating walnuts one day, she wiped Ning Yi's whole body vigorously with the quilt, and then hugged another quilt to cover the original drenched quilt On the quilt, he took out the wet quilt from the bottom, and only the dry quilt was left to wrap Ning Yi.
Immediately, she picked up Ning Yi even under the quilt, and put him on the bed.
The man was still in a coma, but the previous rapid and thin breathing was a little bit calmer. Feng Zhiwei rubbed his body vigorously with the quilt, which promoted the blood circulation, and at least it eased a little, and the gray-blue color on his pale face disappeared. , the thick black eyelashes were weakly drawn down, and a faint black shadow was covered under the graceful arcs of the corners of the eyes. The contrasting black and white was rare, a little weaker, the compelling elegance in ordinary days , at this moment, only soft and light, like a little cloud, is left.
Feng Zhiwei, who was sweating all over from work, looked at this guy who was comfortably trapped in his dreamland, and patted his face with a little annoyance and jealousy, "Slept soundly!"
I felt very happy after the filming, so I slapped it twice again, hey, hurry up and beat me twice, there will be no such shop after this village.
Put Ning Yi on the bed, saw that his hair was still wet, took off the gold crown for him, pulled out the hairpin, let it spread out, in case his hair got wet and he would get a headache when he put it on the pillow, he moved him out, and put the black hair on the bed. His long hair hangs down to the couch.
Then he was busy looking for the flint brazier, and took off the gray cloth furniture covers to start the fire. As soon as the covers were taken off, he couldn't help but praise—the utensils in this room, which seem to be plain, are actually very delicate and gorgeous, and the details can be seen. It can be seen that the value is very high, and all the utensils are not Tiansheng style, with strange arcs on the corners, which do not have the beauty of alien races.
It's just that she didn't have the time to appreciate it carefully at this time. She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find what she wanted, but fortunately everything was complete here, and she actually saw a futon wooden fish in a drawer.
He found the flint, dragged out the brazier from under the bed, lit a fire under the couch to roast his clothes and dry his hair, and took a comb to comb his wet hair.
His hair is of good quality, as soft and cool as brocade in the hand, some stick to his forehead, Feng Zhiwei leans over and gently brushes it off with his fingers.
Ning Yi woke up at this moment.
From the confusing and painful darkness, from the cold and rainy world, he struggled all the way out. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the world for a moment, only his delicate and slender jade-white fingers, and his gestures were gentle. Passed by.
Extending the line of sight upwards, one could see a delicate snow-white chin, and a pair of light pink and delicate lips, which were softly and brightly lit against the gray background on all sides.
And the curtains on all sides were lowered, the flames were peeling off, and there was a warm breath coming from the bones.
The darkness just now was cold and painful, like a dream.
Or, is this just a dream
His vision was still a little hazy, the fingers in front of him were busy, and butterflies were flying like flowers, he watched in a daze, the scene was very familiar in a trance, it seemed that many, many years ago, there was such a palace, there was such a person, Gently and meticulously, he brushed away the sweaty messy hair on his forehead.
For a moment, there was boundless joy in my heart.
Have all those lost come back
With a low moan, he grabbed the finger, pulled it to his cheek, and leaned against it gently.
"Mother Concubine..."
The warm fingers leaned against the cold cheeks, and the warmth penetrated into the bone marrow. He squinted his eyes slightly, so intoxicated that he didn't want to let go.
Feng Zhiwei froze on the side of the bed, watching her finger being rubbed and rubbed by Ning Yi, she didn't know whether to pull it out or continue to take advantage of him.
It was obvious that this guy wasn't awake yet, so she hesitated, what if he woke up by pulling his hand, and he became angry when he found the reality, but what if he didn't pull his hand, and he became even more angry when he recovered
His fingers only trembled slightly, but the man was startled.
The misty eyes just now suddenly froze, and then they were as clear as black jade. He raised his eyelashes, and saw the person in front of him clearly at a glance.
Looking around, Ning Yi's eyes gradually became sharper, he let go of Feng Zhiwei's fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"
He didn't look angry from embarrassment, but in an instant he regained his usual sharpness and coolness in front of her, the mist in his black jade pupils disappeared, and the defense and vigilance that never let go came back in an instant.
Feng Zhiwei wiped her fingers on her skirt, turned around to dry his clothes, said with a smile, "Look for a place to shelter from the rain, I came in by accident."
Ning Yi pulled back the quilt with a swish, took a look, and then covered it again with a swish.
Then start to be in a daze.
Feng Zhiwei turned her back to him, and calmly raised her little clothes to see if there were any dry ones.
It was fine if she didn't lift it up, but Ning Yi couldn't bear it any longer, and said angrily, "Put it down!"
Feng Zhiwei turned around and looked at him innocently, sighed, really, it's so awkward, didn't I do it for your comfort? Otherwise, I don't care if your underwear is dry or not, as long as your outer robe is not seen to be soaked through.
After taking the clothes that were basically dried, she virtuously folded the clothes one by one and brought them over, putting the mulberry silk short-nosed pants on top, which made Ning Yi gasp again.
He couldn't help but look up at her, the woman seemed to be a little shy with her serious and unruffled look, but he just felt that she did it on purpose.
However, after such an embarrassment, the heavy cloud that was pressing in his heart dissipated a bit. He sighed, took his breath and walked around in his body, and found that although the old injury had flared up, it hadn't worsened, and he didn't suffer from such a heavy rain. suffer from cold.
It's all thanks to her.
The clothes were neatly placed beside him, and he stared blankly at the woman. A heavy rain washed away her face, her face was as small as a palm, her face was startlingly delicate, her eyes were misty, and she was surrounded by the noise outside the window. The smoke scattered like rain, and her bun was messed up, so she also loosened her hair. When she leaned over, her silky hair fell down and fell on the back of her hand, as if it was going to be rubbed into her heart softly.