After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The night was deep and cold, and the carriage stopped outside Yinwulu in Zhongqing Mountain.

Yang Huai was injured and could not travel, and Xiao Gao, who got dizzy after sitting in a carriage for a while, would be a burden if he followed. Now the only one who could help Xie Nanxing clean up the house was Mo Ping.

When Mo Ping cleaned up the house and came to ask Shen Jinmo to get out of the car, Shen Jinmo took into consideration that the valley was cold and Xie Nanxing was soundly asleep, and if he moved rashly he might catch a cold.

He got off the carriage alone, closed the door carefully, and gave a few instructions to a few unfamiliar guards. Then Shen Jinmo went into the bedroom and filled in all the little habits that were not in line with Xie Nanxing's and were unknown to others.

Xie Nanxing, who had finally gotten enough sleep in the carriage, opened his hazy eyes with some difficulty.

With the faint light outside the carriage, Xie Nanxing realized that he was lying in a wooden box with a window.

The north wind whistled in my ears, just like the mountain wind that Xie Nanxing heard when he first arrived in Yunhuai Village.

Carefully approaching the gap in the carriage, Xie Nanxing saw four sturdy martial artists guarding outside the carriage and patrolling repeatedly, while in front of them stretched a jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Xie Nanxing's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately recalled the scene when he first came to Daxia and was attacked by Xie Laoer in the yard with an axe to kill him.

But this is not Yunhuai Village, and Shen Jinmo is not by his side.

He traveled through time again?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Xie Nanxing's eyes turned red, and pain continued to invade every inch of Xie Nanxing's skin.

He was determined to return to Shen Jinmo even if he died. He escaped death several times and never had any regrets.

He doesn't need to have a good life.

He just wanted to leave a home for Shen Jinmo.

Hearing light and familiar footsteps, Xie Nanxing immediately suppressed all his emotions and stared at the door of the carriage with a wary look.

The car door was pushed open from the outside, and the silver hairpin in Xie Nanxing's hand was pressed directly against the visitor's neck.

Xie Nanxing, who was holding the silver hairpin, was blocked tightly by the opened car door, which invisibly added a layer of protection for Xie Nanxing.

The softness between the nose wings will blend into the texture to resist the suppression of habit. Shen Jinmo's slightly raised eyebrows hide pride in surprise.

This sickly little kid in his family is really smart and capable.

In the future, even without him, I will be able to protect myself.

Holding his breath, Xie Nanxing asked in a calm voice: "Who are you?"

No one answered, so Xie Nanxing asked again: "Where is this place?"

Shen Jinmo listened to these sharp words. The appearance of Xie Nanxing, who had never allowed him to see before him, where her softness turned into thorns in order to protect him, was now in front of him.

Feeling both sour and sweet in the heart, Shen Jinmo was not afraid of the silver hairpin and rubbed it lightly against the back of Xie Nanxing's clenched hand.

"Xie Nanxing, it's me, Shen Jinmo."

She noticed the silver hairpin around her neck and subconsciously moved it back a little, but it was still not completely removed.

Xie Nanxing, who usually could detect his presence earlier than anyone else in the world, could not recognize him today even through a door.

Xie Nanxing, how scared you must be.

The quiet voice softened, Shen Jinmo coaxed: "Be good, it's me."

The word "good boy" drilled into Xie Nanxing's ear, and his hand holding the silver hairpin loosened, and he slowly stuck out half of his head.

The moment their eyes met, Xie Nanxing pursed his lips, and the wariness in his eyes turned into grievance.

"Shen Jinmo, where have you been? I couldn't find you when I woke up."

He reached out to Xie Nanxing, hugged her in his arms, and wrapped her in his cloak, trying his best to block the cold wind from the valley from invading Xie Nanxing.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you."

He said "hmm" in a muffled voice.

The overwhelming blame and endless pursuit in the dream and the gentle and firm embrace in reality collided with each other.

Xie Nanxing's tears flowed down. After crying for a while, he became nervous and exposed after pretending to be strong for too long.

"Just now...just now I thought that God thought I had committed the sin of killing and wanted to take me away from you."

"I was just thinking... no one will be with you in the future, what will you do if you have no home?"

"I was just blaming God. I didn't even see you win, so how could you take me away from you?"

"I was just terrified."

Shen Jinmo had one foot on the ground and one leg kneeling in the front room of the carriage, holding Xie Nanxing, who was sobbing softly, in his arms.

Gentle pats frequently fell on the back and light kisses fell between the eyebrows.

Shen Jinmo was trying to comfort Xie Nanxing who had just woken up from a long sleep.

"It's my fault that I made my family run around for me and then woke up and couldn't see me."

Xie Nanxing nodded heavily, and said in a rare way: "Shen Jinmo, you made me unable to see you when I woke up. You really made a mistake this time."

"Yes, I made a mistake. Don't forgive me easily. You must punish me severely."

Without responding, Xie Nanxing warned seriously: "If you take me out, you must hold my hand, understand?"

Feeling the coldness in his ears, Xie Nanxing knew why Shen Jinmo didn't take him with him.

"You hold my hand, and I won't feel cold wherever we go."

We don't even have time to love each other, so how can we bear to punish each other?

"Okay, Shen Jinmo will hold Xie Nanxing's hand forever and won't give anyone else a chance to pick Xie Nanxing up."

With words of comfort and gentle pats, Xie Nanxing was coaxed into peace.

Without rushing to change to a more comfortable position to hug Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo continued to quietly lead Xie Nanxing to touch reality.

"My good boy is very powerful. He rescued me from the dungeon."

"The emperor was afraid that I would offend the people if I stayed in the capital, so he let me out of prison three days early."

"When we got home, you took me to take a bath in the hot spring, and I passed out from exhaustion."

Confused memories gradually returned. Xie Nanxing pouted and frowned, "What kind of bath can make me pass out?"

"It's obviously you who lusted after my body. I fainted because of the sex with you. Don't put on your clothes and pretend you don't recognize me."

A warm current flowed into my heart, and even my smile became warm: "Guaiguai is really smart, no one can fool you."

In the distance, thousands of lights are on and the sound of firecrackers can be heard.

Xie Nanxing also saw clearly what day it was.

"Today is actually New Year's Eve, so did I sleep too long?"

Could it be that I am still dreaming?

Four days and four nights, even if Xie Nanxing was a pig, it was impossible for him to sleep for so long.

He lifted up Xie Nanxing's chin and led Xie Nanxing to kiss him passionately. He kissed Xie Nanxing until her face turned red. Only then did Shen Jinmo let Xie Nanxing go with a smile.

"It's not a dream, it's me."

Xie Nanxing punched Shen Jinmo's chest with her fist, feeling a little embarrassed: "If it's not true, then it's not true. Just explain it to me. Why are you kissing me in front of so many people?"

"No one but us."

The next moment, the person who had just been standing upright disappeared without a trace.

"My dear, you have been tired for a long time. You should sleep a little longer. If you are still tired later, I will continue to hold you while you sleep."

"If you don't wake up this time, I will definitely not move an inch."

Tired physically and mentally, the confusion between waking and sleeping are all Xie Nanxing's self-protection.

Thinking of the sudden high fever I had when I came out of the palace, and thinking of the soft person I was holding in my arms when I woke up, the emptiness in my heart was filled with warmth.

Shen Jinmo felt more and more that he had not taken good care of Xie Nanxing.

He did not hold his beloved steadily like Xie Nanxing did.