Chapter 119

"call--"

On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind howled in.

It was still raining heavily outside.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's slender feet that stretched out from the hem of her skirt and stretched out in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the sword in her arms.

The other hand was not holding the sword hilt.

but……

Is this a temptation?

She deliberately stretched out her little foot to test him. When he reached out to touch her, revealing his dirty thoughts, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with one sword.

"You bastard deserves to be killed!"

As a result, under this dark and cold bridge, there was a pitiful dead soul.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he did not dare to reach out and said: "Well...Miss Xia Chan, you should take off your clothes yourself. Men and women cannot be intimate, let alone girls." The feet are..."

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

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

"Actually, I just said that people who practice martial arts don't need to adhere to secular etiquette when they go out. If you worry too much, do whatever makes you feel comfortable... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I will help you take it off."

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, stretched out his hand to hold her slender ankle, picked up her feet, and carefully helped her take off her soaked shoes.

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

The stockings fell off, and a snow-white and delicate jade foot was exposed under the bright flames. When he held it in his hand, it looked like a snow-white and delicate jade foot, flawless.

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

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

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other delicate 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 comfortable, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways and stretched out his legs, then took her shoes and socks and baked them on the bonfire.

The girl was tightly wrapped in his loose clothes, looking at the outside of the bridge with her pretty face sideways.

After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hands, and at his stretched out legs, and finally at her white little feet on his legs. , there was a hint of trance in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground next to the bonfire to roast, then took her socks, approached the flames, and roasted them seriously.

Under the bridge, there was silence.

There was only the sound of burning dry wood and the howling of the cold wind on both sides of the cave entrance.

The two of them were silent, neither speaking.

The girl blinked her long eyelashes and stared blankly at his serious look and his delicate and handsome profile.

In a daze, it seemed like that day had returned.

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

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

She never knew what liking meant.

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

But at that moment, her heart was filled with tenderness; her eyes were filled with his look.

For several days, she secretly watched him.

Then, on the day he came in, at that last moment, she suddenly plucked up the courage, blushed for the first time, and said those words to the young lady and Bai Ling that still make her feel ashamed when she thinks about them.

"Boom!"

Outside the bridge cave, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.

The girl's body trembled, and she subconsciously approached him, hugging her knees tightly, huddled up, and her 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 on the streets and fields.

She was afraid of them.

Seeing her fragile body trembling, Luo Qingzhou's face turned pale with fright. He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he could only comfort her softly: "It's okay. It’s very safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but actually it is very far away to us. It is in the sky and we are on the ground, so..."

"boom!"

Suddenly there was another thunder.

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

"哢!"

The willow tree was split in half on the spot.

The flames burst into flames.

But soon, it was wiped out by heavy rain.

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth and stared blankly at the chopped and burnt willow tree. He swallowed the words alive.

The girl next to her was trembling even more violently.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, opened his arms, held her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The girl leaned in his arms, her cheek buried in his chest, and the trembling on her body finally calmed down.

Luo Qingzhou held her with one hand, gently caressed her shoulders and smooth hair, comforted her tenderly, and helped her bake her socks with the other hand. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

The night passed quietly.

It was still thundering and windy outside.

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

The two people cuddling together in front of the bonfire felt a rare sense of tranquility and warmth.

"It's done. Let me put it on for you, otherwise your feet will get cold."

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and smooth feet and helped her put on the dried snow-white silk stockings.

"Well, how about... you lie on my legs and I'll help you dry your hair, otherwise you'll get sick tomorrow."

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

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

A waterfall of long hair fell down.

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

The girl buried her cheek in his legs, motionless, and silent.

In her hand, she still held the sword tightly.

After a long time.

Luo Qingzhou said: "The hair is dry, that... your coat...why don't you take it off too?"

The girl lay on his legs without moving or speaking.

Luo Qingzhou said again: "Miss Xia Chan..."

The girl still did not move, and her fingers that were holding the sword slowly loosened.

"Then go to sleep, leaning against the campfire, it should be dry soon."

Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were a little numb, he did not move.

The two of them just sat and lay down, and they were quiet.

The rainstorm finally stopped in the second half of the night.

But the cold wind was still biting.

Snowflakes were falling silently outside.

Luo Qingzhou was not sleepy at all, and his legs were numb from being pressed, but he did not have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to have fallen asleep on his legs.

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

The flames of the campfire gradually went out.

The cold wind blew in from the cave entrance, and the girl trembled again.

Luo Qingzhou sat up, took some dry wood from the side, and filled the fire.

The flames burned the wet dead branches, and pungent smoke rose up, which was blown by the wind and floated towards the two people.

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

The smoke was soon blown away by the cold wind.

The dead branches were burned dry and began to burn.

Luo Qingzhou was naked from the waist up, clenched his fists, bent his arms, and carefully observed his shiny and tough skin and flesh under the firelight.

He looked at his left arm, then his right arm.

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

He raised his chest and touched it with his hand. It was very firm. He pinched the skin and flesh and flicked it. It was very tough.

He looked down at the two points on his chest.

How is the skin and flesh here?

He pinched one with his fingertips, pulled it, and suddenly threw it.

"Pop!"

Well, it's also very tough.

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

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

"..."

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

The girl who had just peeked at him with her face sideways buried her cheek in his legs again, as if she had fallen asleep.

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

The girl ignored him and still lay there, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword in her hand, and his heart suddenly itched. He stretched out his hand and wanted to move.

But when he carefully stretched out his hand, the girl lying on his legs, as if there were eyes behind her, suddenly sat up, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly.

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

"You didn't fall 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 regained her cold and arrogant appearance.

Luo Qingzhou said: "There will be thunder later."

The girl looked outside and still didn't speak.

Luo Qingzhou added some dead wood to the fire, then lay down and said: "I'll sleep for a while. I have something to do tomorrow. If you can't sleep, look at the fire. If you want to sleep, if you don't like the ground, you can sleep on me again. I don't mind."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

He was calm in his heart, without thoughts and desires, and fell asleep soon.

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

After a while.

She approached him again, gently lay in his arms, and closed her eyes.

But she couldn't fall asleep.

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

"Pah!"

Hmm? ? ?

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

"Strange..."

Luo Qingzhou was puzzled. Did he pinch her just now?

Forget it, go to sleep.

Tomorrow I have to go to Jubao Pavilion to meet other warriors, and then go out of the city to do the mission.

So I have to rest my energy.

Otherwise, if I encounter a monster and lose my concentration, my life will be in danger.

Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

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