My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 119 The Snuggle Under the Bridge Hole
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On both sides of the bridge hole, the cold wind howled in.

It was still pouring rain outside.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's slender little feet protruding from the hem of her skirt in front of her, and was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the sword she held in her arms.

The other hand did not hold the hilt of the sword.

but……

Is this a test?
Deliberately stretching out her little feet to test him, when he reached out to touch him showing his dirty mind, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with it.

"Dengtuzi, you should be killed!"

So, under the dark and cold bridge hole, there was a poor dead soul.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him, and many thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and finally he didn't dare to reach out, and said: "That...Miss Xia Chan, you should take it off yourself. Men and women can't kiss each other, let alone girls feet, are..."

The words in his mouth stopped suddenly.

The girl's other hand, at some point, was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Actually, as I said just now, martial arts practitioners don't need to stick to worldly etiquette when they are away from home. If you worry too much, you can do whatever you want... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I'll help you take it off."

Without further hesitation, Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand to hold her slender ankle, picked up her foot, and carefully helped her take off her wet shoes.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly took off the snow-white socks on her feet.

The silk socks fell off, revealing a delicate and delicate snow-white jade foot under the bright flames, held in his hand, it was like a delicate white jade, flawless.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it, put it on his lap, and looked up at her.

The girl still turned her face away, looked away, paused, then stretched out the other foot from under the skirt, and placed it in front of him.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other slender little foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.

"If the floor is dirty, just put it on my lap."

In order to make her fit comfortably, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways, stretched her legs over, then took her shoes and socks, and baked them on the bonfire.

The girl wrapped his loose clothes tightly, looked out of the bridge hole with a pretty face sideways.

After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hand, at his outstretched leg, and finally at her little snow-white foot on his lap , a trance appeared in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground beside the campfire to bake, then took her socks, approached the flames, and baked them seriously.

Under the bridge, there was silence.

There is only the sound of dry wood burning, and the sound of cold wind whistling on both sides of the cave entrance.

The two were silent and neither spoke.

The girl blinked her long eyelashes, staring blankly at his serious appearance and his delicate and handsome profile.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to that day again.

It was snowing heavily, and he was sitting on the steps in the alley, looking tenderly at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns, with a peaceful and peaceful expression.

It was as if the wind in the alley stirred her long hair and her heart.

She never knew what it meant to like.

Of course, I don't even know what love at first sight is.

But at that moment, her heart was full of tenderness; her eyes were full of his appearance.

For several days, she secretly watched him there.

Then, on the day he came in, at the last moment, she suddenly mustered up her courage, blushed for the first time, and said to Miss and Bai Ling the words that made her feel ashamed even now.

"Boom!"

Outside the bridge hole, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.

The girl trembled, and subconsciously approached him, hugged her knees tightly, curled up into a ball, her little face turned pale.

Dark night and thunder, strong wind and heavy rain are nightmares and shadows that will never go away for her who once lived in the streets and fields.

She is afraid of them.

Seeing her frail body trembling, Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, stretched out his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he comforted her softly: "It's okay, It's very safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but it's actually very far away to us. It's in the sky, and we're on the ground, so..."

"boom!"

Suddenly there was another thunderclap.

Immediately, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky of the night and landed on a willow tree by the river not far from the bridge hole.

"Crack!"

The willow tree was split in two on the spot.

The flames burn.

But soon, it was doused by the torrential rain.

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth, staring blankly at the severed and charred willow tree, and swallowed the words in his mouth.

The girl beside her trembled more and more.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, opened his arms, hugged 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 on her body gradually calmed down.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her with one hand, gently stroked her shoulders and soft hair, comforted her tenderly, and helped her bake her socks with the other hand, and couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

The night passed quietly.

It was still windy and thunderous outside.

On both sides of the bridge hole, the cold wind is still howling.

The two people in front of the bonfire snuggled together, and there was a rare tranquility and warmth.

"It's done, let me put it on for you, or your feet will be cold."

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and slippery little feet, and helped her put on the dried snow-white socks.

"Well, why don't you lie on my lap and I'll bake your hair for you, or you'll get sick tomorrow."

Luo Qingzhou saw that the girl at this moment had become rare and gentle, so she didn't have too many scruples and fears in her heart.

The girl stayed in his arms for a while, then Fang slowly bent down and lay obediently on his lap.

A head of long hair like a waterfall, hanging down.

Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed it close to the flame, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful."

The girl's cheek was buried in his leg, motionless and silent.

In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.

After a long time.

Luo Qingzhou said: "Your hair is dry, that... 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, she clenched the sword's fingers and slowly released them.

"Then sleep, lean on the campfire, it should be done soon."

Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were numb, he didn't move.

The two just sat down like this, and the other lay down on their stomachs, and became quiet.

The torrential rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.

But the cold wind is still biting.

There were snowflakes floating quietly outside.

Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all, his legs were numb from the pressure, but he didn't have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to be asleep on her lap.

He slowly lay back, looking at the dark ceiling, thinking about something.

The flames of the bonfire gradually died down.

The cold wind blew in from the hole, and the girl shivered again.

Luo Qingzhou sat up, took dry firewood from the side, and stuffed it into the fire.

The flame burned the damp dead branches, and acrid smoke rose, which was blown by the wind and drifted towards the two of them.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took off his shirt, drove the smoke over the girl's head, put one hand on the side of the girl's face, and gently fanned it outside.

The smoke was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

The dead branches were dried and water-stained and began to burn.

With her upper body bare, Luo Qingzhou clenched her fists, arched her arms, and carefully observed her shiny, tough flesh under the firelight.

Looked at the left arm, then at the right arm.

After looking at the right arm, he looked down at his chest again.

He straightened his chest and touched it with his hand. It was very strong, and he pinched the flesh and bounced it. It was very resilient.

He looked down at the two points on his chest.

How's the flesh here?
He squeezed one with his fingertips, pulled it, and dropped it suddenly.

"Snapped!"

Well, resilient too.

After refining the skin and flesh, the whole body...huh? ? ?

He suddenly saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him quietly between his legs.

"..."

Luo Qingzhou's cheeks became hot, and he quickly put on his shirt, and looked at the girl lying on her lap.

The girl who had been peeking at him from the side just now buried her cheeks in his legs, as if she had fallen asleep.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss Xia Chan, my legs are numb, can you get up first?"

The girl ignored him and remained lying there, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword in her hand, and suddenly felt itchy, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it.

But when he stretched out his hand cautiously, the girl lying on his lap sat up suddenly as if she had eyes behind her back, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took the opportunity to move his numb legs, put his hands on the ground, stood up with his teeth bared, and moved his blood.

"You weren't asleep just now?"

Luo Qingzhou moved 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, but still didn't speak.

Luo Qingzhou filled some dry firewood into the fire again, then lay down and said, "I'll sleep for a while, I still have something to do tomorrow, if you can't sleep, watch the fire. If you want to sleep, you can lie down again Sleep on me. I'm fine."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Peace of mind, no thoughts or desires, soon fell asleep.

The girl sat quietly for a while, and after hearing the sound of even breathing coming from his nose, Fang slowly turned her head and stared at him blankly.

After a while.

She got close to him again, lay gently in his arms, and closed her eyes.

But can't sleep.

She suddenly thought of the scene she had just peeked at, raised her small face, and glanced at him.

"Snapped!"

Ok? ? ?
Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, and looked down. The girl was lying in his arms, sleeping soundly, holding the sword in one hand, and putting the other on her body obediently.

"strangeness……"

Luo Qingzhou looked puzzled, could it be that he pinched it just now?

Forget it, go to sleep.

Tomorrow, I will go to Jubao Pavilion to gather with other warriors, and then go out of the city to do the mission.

So you must keep your spirits up.

Otherwise, if you encounter a monster at that time, if you feel a little dazed, your life will be in danger.

Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)