Doomsday Traveler

Chapter 132 Touch
Lu Xian also saw flames dancing in Yao Wei's eyes. She was so excited, as if she had life. She outshone all the lights in the shelter and made him lose focus on other things.

He dropped the corn in his hand, leaned slightly, and moved closer to Yao Wei.

Yao Wei subconsciously leaned back slightly, but just as she moved a little, she heard Lu Xian say, "Don't move."

Yao Wei's body stiffened and she stopped moving.

The fire in her eyes was quickly occupied by Lu Xian's figure, and then she felt Lu Xian's breath, and the softness and warmth on his lips.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

"Snapped--"

The corn in her hand fell into the fire, and the charcoal ash that had already been burned was splashed.

She woke up suddenly and leaned back quickly to separate from Lu Xian. Then she saw Lu Xian sitting up straight and picking up the corn he had just dropped.

Yao Wei also hurried to pick up the corn she had accidentally thrown away, but found that her corn had fallen too far inward and the fire had burned on the branches.

She quickly picked up the branch. Fortunately, because the time was short, the branch had not yet been burned by the fire. After taking it out in time, there was no problem.

Yao Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and silently watched the corn roasting over the fire in the fireplace. Her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't stop.

"Feel sorry."

Lu Xian said, "I was reckless."

"No, you don't have to apologize."

Yao Wei said, "You also want to give me an answer, I understand. And... I do seem to understand a little bit."

"Is it?"

Lu Xian asked.

"Ah."

Yao Wei nodded, sorted out her thoughts carefully, and said, "My mind is in a mess right now, and my heart is beating fast. I don't know if this is the kind of love you're talking about, but it feels like it.

“But I don’t like this feeling, it feels like everything is out of my control.

“I couldn’t even control myself anymore, and it was a terrifying feeling that made me feel dangerous.

"Perhaps... this kind of love is only worthy of those in the old world?"

Lu Xian shook his head slightly and said, "If only people from the old world are qualified, then this world has been around for decades, how did people survive from generation to generation until now?

"And you, how were you born?"

"..."

Yao Wei was speechless for a moment.

Lu Xian flipped the roasted corn in his hand and said, "Don't rush to deny it, and don't rush to make a decision. You think this way because you have something on your mind.

"We still have a long way to go and much to do. Once everything is settled, we can discuss today's topic. What do you think?"

Yao Wei pondered for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay."

She suddenly felt relieved and inexplicably comfortable in her heart, so she unconsciously recalled the scene just now and felt a little strange.

It was just a simple touch of lips, and the feeling was fleeting. Why do I want to recall it so much, and why do I feel so comfortable when I recall it?

Forget it... I can't think about it anymore...

I can't control this kind of thing, it feels too dangerous!

She thought to herself, shook off her thoughts, and started roasting the corn seriously.

When the corn was roasted, they both ate it and threw the remaining corn cobs into the fireplace one by one to keep the fire burning.

The ground beneath her was getting warmer and warmer, making Yao Wei sigh that the floor heating was really useful.

Of course, this only applies to weather like this. If it were a freezing cold day with temperatures dropping to dozens of degrees below zero, a fireplace or floor heating system like this would be completely useless. Lu Xian's coat had dried, so he took it up, put it back on, and lay down on the floor.

Yao Wei also lay down like Lu Xian, looking at the shadows spreading from the wall to the ceiling, listening to the rain outside, and felt her heart calm down again.

that's nice!

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"Lucian."

She called out.

"Ok?"

Lu Xian asked, "What's wrong?"

Yao Wei asked, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to tell the story of the Shikai Ganggai? Can you tell it now? I want to hear it."

Lu Xian smiled and said, "No problem. Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so I'll tell you about it."

So the two of them lay on their backs on the floor with underfloor heating, one told the story of "Death" and the other listened attentively.

Lu Xian told Yao Wei that this was a fantasy story made up by someone in the old world, and Yao Wei might not like it.

Yao Wei said that what she knew was that the Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu that Lu Xian had talked about before were all from the old world. Although she didn't like them very much, it was worth listening to them.

Lu Xian briefly told Yao Wei the story of the God of Death, from the beginning of the present world to the later Hueco Mundo. He talked about a lot and also omitted a lot.

The comic was so long, he hadn't read it in a long time, and he had forgotten a lot of things.

He even thought that Yao Wei might not like the character in the story just like before, so she didn't want to listen.

But unexpectedly, Yao Wei actually listened to the story seriously.

Finally, Lu Xian couldn't help but ask Yao Wei, "Don't you dislike characters with this kind of personality and who are hesitant and cautious?
"When I heard other stories with characters like this before, I didn't want to continue listening. Why is this one so appealing?"

Ichigo Kurosaki, the protagonist of the manga "Bleach", once felt that the Hollow in his body was out of control and would hurt himself and those around him, so he deliberately suppressed his own strength and felt a little depressed when fighting against others.

Lu Xian was therefore left with a cautious impression of this role.

But unexpectedly, Yao Wei said: "Is this Ichigo cautious? I don't think so. When he encounters someone talking, if he doesn't understand, he will just stop listening and chop them with a knife. It's quite straightforward.

"And he just felt that the Hollow within him was out of control, so he was afraid, just like me just now. I can understand."

Lu Xian: "..."

My goodness, this woman even developed empathy with Ichigo Kurosaki just because she kissed me.

What kind of associative ability is this? !
"Crash-"

Outside, the rain gradually subsided, and the wind died down. Rain-soaked sheets blew silently against the door and windows, no longer struggling against the bricks beneath.

Then the rain stopped and the world suddenly became quiet. In this shelter, there was a different feeling.

Lu Xian wrung out the sheets, brought them in and spread them on the floor to warm them with the floor heating. By the evening, the sheets were all dry.

He tidied the sheets and put out the fire in the fireplace. He said, "It's getting dark. How about we call it a day for our experience of the shelter?"

"Ah."

Yao Wei nodded, jumped out of the door with Lu Xian, landed on the ground, and looked back.

“I’m going to miss this place a lot.”

Lu Xian said.

Yao Wei nodded again and said, "Me too... and the shelter at the entrance of Tan Village."

(End of this chapter)