Yang Ruoqing let out a comfortable sigh.

She looked at him who was squatting in front of her with his head buried in washing her feet.

The usually cold and hard face was now replaced by tenderness and care.

His feet, which had been running around for a day and two nights, were washed carefully by him as if they were treasures, and he didn't feel disgusted at all.

She felt warm all over.

The nose is slightly sour.

She is cold and she is tired.

Why isn't he like this?

But he always took care of her, and he always stayed close to her before doing anything good.

"Tangyaozi, your feet must be numb from the cold. Take off your shoes and socks and soak them together!"

she said.

He raised his head and smiled at her: "Don't worry, after you finish soaking, I will just wash it with your water."

Wipe her feet.

She was about to put her feet into shoes, but he had already leaned over and picked him up from the stool.

"Don't put on your shoes, I'll carry you to bed," he said.

He strode to the bed and placed her on the bed.

There are two quilts on the bed.

He shook out the bed inside and spread it out.

"Rescuing Third Uncle is important, and so is your health."

He leaned over and held her shoulders.

"We have Chen San under control, and things have turned around. Today, you are not allowed to go anywhere, just have a good sleep in the inn."

"Leave it to me to ask about that noble man's affairs!" he said.

Pulled the quilt and covered her.

Seeing her struggling to lift the quilt, he said: "Be obedient!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry.

He glanced at his own body and said, "Even if I want to sleep, I have to take off my coat!"

Hearing this, he was startled.

"I ran around here and there in this coat and lay down all night in the dirty kitchen of Chen San's house. It's so dirty!" she added.

He grinned and smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, you take off your clothes, I'll go out first!" he said.

Then he retreated.

Yang Ruoqing stopped him: "I'm not naked, I'm still wearing something underneath!"

"Just put down the tent." She said.

Luo Fengtang said "Oh", hung the tent down a little hurriedly, and then turned his back.

Looking at his tall and broad back through a layer of green curtain.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

"Tangyazi, why don't you soak your feet and sleep for a while? There are two quilts!" she said.

Go to bed?

His face became even hotter.

"I, I'll wash my feet first."

He said, walked to the basin and took off his shoes and socks.

Wait for him to wipe his feet and come to the bedside.

He opened the curtain and took a look.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, revealing a peaceful sleeping face.

Compared with before, she has really lost a lot of weight in recent times.

The delicate facial contours have already been revealed.

The forehead is full and the eyebrows are delicate.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently moved away a strand of hair that fell on her face.

As soon as his fingertips touched her cheek, her eyes suddenly opened.

The initial moment of confusion was followed by a fierce momentum.

He was secretly shocked.

This look is like a tiger taking a nap.

The alertness and murderous aura that bursts out from the depths of the soul when someone is suddenly alarmed or offended.

But when she saw that the person in front of her was him, the fierceness in her eyes disappeared.

It was replaced by something familiar to him.

She nodded slightly, turned over, and soon began to breathe evenly.

He stood beside the bed for a long time.

Thinking back to the look in her eyes at that moment.

Such vigilance seems to be caused by a long-term lack of security.

He didn't know what she had gone through during those ten years of madness.

All he knew was that his heart was clenched and uncomfortable.

She is so insecure that she wakes up when touched.

But she trusted him so much.

He told her to sleep, and she turned over and fell asleep again.

In my heart, I have mixed feelings.

Girl, you are exhausted, have a good sleep!

He put on his shoes and socks, looked at her again, locked the guest room door from the outside and left the inn.

Yang Ruoqing didn't sleep well.

In the dream, she returned to the scene of the plane crash in her previous life.

The blue sea is boundless.

The fishy, ​​salty sea water rushed in from all directions and poured into her five senses!

She is so cold.

So tired.

Struggling, it felt like there were ten thousand hands grabbing her under the water.

Holding her, she sank, falling, getting further and further away from the sun and air...

In the dream, her facial features wrinkled together, her body curled up, and she let out an unconscious moan.

Luo Fengtang finished the matter as quickly as possible.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard her muffled groan coming from the other side of the bed.

With a frown on his face, he closed the door and rushed to the bedside.

When he opened the curtain and took a look, he was startled.

Qing'er's quilt was kicked off at some point.

She curled up into a ball.

His face was pale and bloodless.

Those brows were tightly knitted together.

His eyes were closed tightly, so he probably wasn't awake.

From time to time, a few small moans came out of his mouth, as if he was experiencing extremely painful things in a dream...

"Are you sick?"

He raised his hand and touched her forehead.

Not hot!

It must be a nightmare.

He thought to himself, picking up the quilt that was kicked off by her, and was about to cover her up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something stained on the sheets. His hands shook and his face instantly turned pale.

What's that?

Blood?

He swallowed and moved her body with trembling fingers.

This time, he looked carefully.

It's on the sheets.

There was a loud buzzing in his head.

The whole person froze in place, and his mind went blank.

Why did Qing'er bleed so much?

Is she hurt?

No, she had been with him before and was unscathed!

His eyes scanned everything in the room.

The doors and windows are all closed, so no one from outside can get in.

There were no signs of fighting in the house!

what happened?

Why did she bleed so much?

He was circling anxiously in front of the bed, like an ant on a hot pot, and his scalp was almost scratched.
Chapter completed!