Xia Ziluo was a little flashed into his eyes, and he discomfortably turned his head away, and then put his hand in the palm of his hand.

When Murong Xitian held her soft little hand, he turned his head away, and a faint pink dizzy appeared slightly in his earlobe.

Finally stood up, Xia Ziluo pulled back his hand in time: "Thank you."

"Can you walk back by yourself?" Murong Xitian said to him.

"It should be possible?" Xia Ziluo was not sure whether his foot was sprained. He heard Murong Xitian ask her and walked forward two steps tentatively.

As a result, she had just taken a step with her left foot and screamed like a pig: "Ah, it hurts, it hurts." She jumped on the spot in an exaggerated manner, trying to reach out to cover her painful feet, but she couldn't reach it.

Murong Xitian frowned when he heard her crying in pain, but after seeing her funny appearance, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Are you gloating?" Xia Ziluo's eyebrows pounded, and his cheeks were bulging.

"I'll take you back." Murong Xitian didn't want to explain it meaninglessly, so he stepped forward and walked to her and stopped, "Come on, I'll carry you."

"No." Xia Ziluo refused coolly.

Murong Xitian's eyes flashed again and again, and finally he sighed and grabbed her arm, and gently pulled her to his back.

Then he stood up and strode towards Luo Meiting.

"You..." Xia Ziluo was so scared that he tightly wrapped his neck, for fear that he would hurt his butt if he fell down.

A smile gradually rose from the corner of Murong Xitian's lips.

The wind stopped at this time and the footsteps of "Sasha" could be clearly heard.

There were two people who were beating their hearts like drums.

There was also the hot heat of his body, ironing her body, and the heart under his chest.

She began to feel hot again, and her mouth was a little dry.

After a while, Xia Ziluo's face became hot, like a ripe tomato.

Murong Xitian's face was not natural, and she suffered more than she had suffered.

He walked with her on his back, and every step he took her, her body gently hit his back. This kind of light collision was negligible, but because none of them spoke and the surroundings were too quiet, they focused on each other's attention.

After the touch of his body was infinitely amplified, he clearly felt that every time he collided, her body would press heavily against his back...

It's one after another, one after another, intermittent but not lasting for a long time.

So his breathing became a little messy again.

It was too embarrassing that if both of them didn't speak, the road seemed to be longer and longer.

It was obviously less than a stick of incense, but it seemed as long as a century.

Finally seeing Luo Meiting, Xia Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Xitian also stretched his eyebrows and eyes, his pace became faster, but he became more stable.

"Prince, Princess?" Xiuxiu, who was guarding the gate, was a little stupid when she saw Murong Xitian coming in with Xia Ziluo on her back.

"Go and get hot water and bring the fallen medicinal oil." Murong Xitian's voice was faint, and it was as cold as a cold current passed through the border.

Xiuxiu was so scared that she shivered and hurriedly stepped back.

"You scared my maid." Xia Ziluo raised his eyebrows and pouted again.

Murong Xitian carried her into the room and put her on the bed: "Don't your feet hurt?"
Chapter completed!