This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe kissed Rong Xuehuai's lips, while Rong Xuehuai lay quietly, neither showing resistance nor trying to regain the initiative.

After a while, he raised his hand, stroked Wen Zhe's back lightly, and sighed: "You don't want to do it."

"I thought about it." Wen Zhe entangled Rong Xuehuai's lips and teeth like this and murmured: "If it was you, I thought about it. Thinking of the name 'Xuehuai' makes my body feel hot."

As if moved by these words, Rong Xuehuai moved and loosened her belt, but still insisted: "You don't want to do it, Qingqing. It's late, go to sleep."

Unconvinced, Wen Zhe reached out and groped along the exposed skin of Rong Xuehuai's chest. After a while, he sat up with a pale face: "Xuehuai, your body temperature..." Why is your body so cold?

If Rong Xuehuai's body was not still very soft and elastic, Wen Zhe would have almost mistakenly thought that the person under him was a corpse.

No, the corpse does not have such a cold temperature.

"So, you don't want it." Rong Xuehuai sighed softly in the dark, straightened her underwear, and tied her belt again: "Binghuo Honglian is always this cold."

When he said this, Wen Zhe suddenly remembered the first time they met.The cold hand pressed on his eyes, covering all his vision, giving people a kind of complete despair.

However, not long after, the hand holding him became warm and dry, leading him to a completely different life and giving him great hope.

For a long time after that, Wen Zhe was extremely impressed by Rong Xuehuai's pungent aroma and the warm temperature that seemed to be able to burn.

He blinked, came back to his senses, and guessed: "Xue Huai, have you adjusted my body temperature all this time?"

"Ah."

"Then I..." Wen Zhe's lips trembled slightly, and he remembered that Rong Xuehuai's temperature had always been so cold since he was intercepted by Rong Xuehuai.He knew that such questions should be avoided, but he still couldn't help saying: "I don't deserve you to do that for me now, do I?"

He said this almost breathlessly.The lights in the room were completely silent, and there was only darkness in front of him that was darker than when Rong Xuehuai covered his eyes.

In the next moment, he was pulled off his body and stuffed into the quilt.

A cold kiss was imprinted on his cheek: "It's not the reason you thought." Rong Xuehuai sighed quietly in his ear, and the cold breath made Wen Zhe's neck emerge one by one. Clear goosebumps: "Don't think about it, don't you sleep?"

Wen Zhe turned over and hugged Rong Xuehuai's waist under the quilt.He shivered from the heat of the opponent's body, but he insisted on burying his face in Rong Xuehuai's chest, and pressed his whole body against it.

Rong Xuehuai pushed Wen Zhe who was entangled with her like an octopus in astonishment: "Qingqing, you're going to get sick like this."

"It's okay." Wen Zhe said in Rong Xuehuai's chest stuffy: "I was just thinking, Xuehuai, are you cold? If I hug you like this, will you be warmer?"

A hundred words to say were blocked in Rong Xuehuai's throat.He didn't make a sound anymore, but forcefully pulled Wen Zhe off his body: "Qingqing, you're so nonsense."

After a while, he whispered: "Don't worry about me. I haven't known what cold is for a long time."

After this move, no matter how much sleepiness the two of them had, they disappeared.Rong Xuehuai hugged the quilt up again, and slept separately with Wen Zhe, so as not to wake each other up in the middle of the night.

He stroked his warm hair and slowly told a story: "Do you know the little elephants in the circus? They were tied with a chain on their feet since they were young. When they were very young, the chain They can't get rid of it even if they are torn apart. So they think they will never get rid of it."

"When they grow up, people will see that such a thin iron chain can hold a strong elephant. The elephant doesn't know that the chain will be opened when it is pulled hard."

Wen Zhe listened quietly.I don't know if it's his illusion, but this story seems to be a metaphor for something.

Rong Xuehuai was still talking: "This is the way people train elephants. When people train others, although the methods used are a hundred times more subtle and cruel, there is generally no difference."

"Wen Zhe, that chain is actually easy to break free, do you understand?"

This is what I said.Wen Zhe thought.He quickly went through his situation and guesses in his mind, but nothing matched.

"Since Guanghua Sect took action against me this time, of course I will not show mercy. Their deputy sect master who has become a demon is also very problematic. For a long time, I will confront them tit for tat...maybe even They uprooted them." Rong Xuehuai changed the subject and mentioned an extremely sensitive issue.

"Qingqing, you are my Taoist companion. I am willing to give you whatever you want. You can tell me anything you like."

Guanghua Gate?As soon as Wen Zhe heard the name, he immediately felt a jolt in his heart.He never knew that Guanghuamen had shot Rong Xuehuai before!

In this way, his own speculation is completely supplemented.

Tingmei Pavilion is a faction affiliated to the Guanghua Sect, and has provided many excellent monks for the Guanghua Sect in the past.Wen Zhe grew up in Tingmei Pavilion since he was a child, and it was as if he had a stamp of Guanghuamen on his body.

And the reason why he came to Rong Xuehuai's side later was that the Second Young Master Guanghua wanted to take him away.

As for now, the ring I threw away somehow returned to Rong Xuehuai's hands—it was most likely someone who passed through the Guanghua Gate, maybe it was the deputy head of the sect that Xue Huai mentioned—this ring It made Xuehuai think that he was standing on the side of Guanghuamen, so he evaluated himself as a "hypocrite", and asked "Are you really afraid?" in the car, and then forcibly suppressed himself.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhe's heart brightened: and his performance let Xuehuai know that he was really afraid.In his eyes, there are only two reasons why he came to deal with him, he was forced by Guanghuamen's accumulated prestige, or he was tempted by some benefits offered by the other party.

If it is because of the former, of course I can take the seat according to the story of the little elephant.If it's the latter, Rong Xuehuai has promised more right now.

Such words certainly represent a huge misunderstanding between them, but it also represents that Rong Xuehuai still attaches great importance to Wen Zhe under such a serious misunderstanding.He still hopes that Wen Zhe will be by his side, and he still admits that Wen Zhe is his Taoist companion.

Wen Zhe's chest was agitated, and at the same time, there was a faint sourness, as well as gnashing of resentment towards the person who caused the misunderstanding.He clenched his fists and said firmly, "Xue Huai, I didn't betray you."

If his expectations are correct, the word "betrayal" should be where Xue Huai's inner demon lies, and he will have extremely serious stubbornness and avoidance here.Wen Zhe had already made plans for Rong Xuehuai to leave in a huff, or simply grab his neck again.

However, what he didn't expect was that Rong Xuehuai just smiled very lightly.

"It's okay, Qingqing." He said, "It doesn't matter what you do."

If Wen Zhe really committed an act of betrayal, he should be completely relieved at this moment.However, he didn't betray, so at this moment he can only be dumbfounded: Xue Huai's inner demon, is he guessing wrong?

It's like a student who got all the steps right, but the result he got is different from the reference answer: then he is wrong, which step of the calculation process should it be?

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On the second day, Rong Xuehuai remade bread with jam for Wen Zhe.

The first time Wen Zhe ate it was the morning when he got into trouble because of the printed book.That breakfast silently told him that Hua Jun forgave him for yesterday's mistake, and was not very angry with him.

Wen Zhe ate that breakfast with incomparable happiness and satisfaction.

However, looking at Rong Xuehuai's blood-red hair and red eyes for the meal right now, Wen Zhe only felt that eating was full of worries.

Rong Xuehuai drank the last sip of orange juice in the glass, and asked gently: "Does Qingqing still want to learn chess today?"

"Learning." Wen Zhe nodded: "Xue Huai, you don't seem to be as busy as before?" You can spend a lot of time teaching me how to play chess?

"It's really more leisurely recently." Rong Xuehuai smiled gently at Wen Zhe: "I should really be with you, shouldn't I?"

"That's right." Wen Zhe was full of thoughts, and also pulled out a smile.Before he had time to say anything else, Rong Xuehuai in front of him turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye—the contrast between the face before and after was so great that Wen Zhe almost thought that some invisible existence had put a layer of powder on Rong Xuehuai .

Wen Zhe exclaimed in shock: "Xue Huai!"

Rong Xuehuai waved his hand, but blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, soaking his white clothes.He raised his hand to cover his mouth, but fine drops of blood oozed out one by one from between his fingers.Wen Zhe walked over to him quickly, and brought down a stool because of his haste.

Rong Xuehuai held Wen Zhe's palm that was frozen in the air, as if she wanted to comfort him.However, that slight trembling that cannot be ignored, that icy temperature, how can it bring people any comfort!

In a blink of an eye, Wen Zhe suddenly understood why Rong Xuehuai explained to himself last night, "The body temperature doesn't change anymore, it's not because you don't deserve it."

——This is clearly because Xue Huai's internal injuries are so serious, he has no energy left to use the exercises to change body temperature!

Why am I so dull!Wen Zhe thought bitterly: I'm so stupid, I didn't notice anything!Seeing him suffer from internal injuries, I can't do anything!I couldn't even guess the reason for his demons.

At this moment, Wen Zhe gritted his silver teeth tightly, burning with impatience, almost tearing his eyes with hatred.The speed at which Rong Xuehuai vomited blood slowly stopped.He pulled out the veil, pressed the last mouthful of blood, and said softly: "Qingqing, I'm going to change my clothes. I'll teach you how to play chess after that."

Anyone could hear the weakness in his voice.

"Who wants to play chess!" Wen Zhe almost jumped up anxiously: "Xue Huai, you should adjust your breathing to heal your injuries!"

"That's not urgent." Rong Xuehuai said in a low voice: "Let me accompany you personally, and accompany you well..."

The atmosphere of "in person" and "good" is too ominous, Wen Zhe almost kneels on the ground as if struck by lightning.He decided to win, stabilized his emotions, changed his anxious tone to a soft voice, and persuaded: "Xuehuai, then you can retreat and recuperate here. I will watch you, and I will accompany you—who of us will accompany you?" Isn't everyone the same?"

Rong Xuehuai looked up at Wen Zhe.His face was still that bloodless pale, but there was a layer of blood on his lips again, the impact of this contrast was almost huge.Seeing Wen Zhe, he felt pain from the bottom of his eyes to the bottom of his heart.

There was obvious hesitation in Rong Xuehuai's eyes.

Wen Zhe suddenly felt blessed, and understood his hesitation: "Are you afraid that I will leave? I will never leave! What about the chains? Thicker ones are fine, and you can lock them as many as you want. You lock me in the room , can you rest assured to retreat?"

Rong Xuehuai's eyes moved.

After a while, he smiled wryly: "Don't say such things... I shouldn't lock you up. I will go to retreat. Wherever you want to go is your freedom."

Wen Zhe promised: "I will never step out of the room!"

Rong Xuehuai laughed and said, "You have to go to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat, right? Qingqing, don't worry, my condition just looks serious, I can adjust my breath for half a month at most, and it will be fine."

At this point, there was a clear look of struggle in his eyes, and then he said very slowly and deeply: "Qingqing, Wen Zhe, if you can leave, then take the opportunity to leave."

"How could I abandon you? Xue Huai, you are possessed by demons and internal injuries. I love you so much, how can I, how can I leave you?"

"Don't feel guilty, and don't be stupid." Rong Xuehuai leaned back as if she was exhausted, and leaned on the back of the chair: "Look, I understand what I'm doing now...but I've been possessed by a demon after all. Did I look like a lunatic yesterday and just now? I even locked you up with a chain... Maybe I will do something more dangerous and treat you badly. Wen Zhe, you have to be sensible, you are no longer that It's time for me to promise that I will never hurt you..."

"Then you come and hurt me." Wen Zhe resolutely said: "I will never hurt you, let alone your heart. Don't say useless things, and don't use words to goug out your heart. Xuehuai, hurry up Go to pranayama. I'm right here, not going anywhere."