Extra: Qingqing Zijin, my heart is 54

Ling Xi moved slightly, but still didn't want to open his eyes.

Murong Jiyang lowered his eyes and looked at the woman with her eyes closed. Her face was still flushed and red, her thick eyelashes were tightly covered by her fragile eyes. The weakness and helplessness tightly grabbed his heart.

In fact, he knew that she was not feeling well. Because of this, he controlled his desires and thoughts in time at the moment when his reason collapsed, and did not completely occupy her.

I want her, I really want her, and I feel bitter and sore in my heart, and I feel heart-wrenching.

But he really hoped that she would be willing to hand herself over to him, rather than falling softly into his arms like tonight under his bad pressure.

He could wait, but he didn't know when this woman would let him wait.

His big palm gently stroked her soft black hair, his voice was gentle, but firm:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of anything, I will deal with it, Li'er, I will deal with everything well, don't be afraid."

She clenched her fingers unconsciously, and after clenching, she slowly let go.

The long and raised Jianshui's eyebrow shook slightly, but he never opened his eyes to look at him.

Murong Jiyang smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said softly: "Go to sleep."

...

When the first ray of dawn in the east rose, Ling Xi moved his thick eyelashes and gradually opened his sad eyes.

There was still a bit of bitterness in her eyes, because from last night to now, she had been asleep for almost less than an hour.

Looking up, she faced Murong Jiyang's bright eyes. Everything that happened last night suddenly surged into her heart. She was startled, and her pretty face immediately turned red. She quickly opened her eyes and tightened her clothes.

He said: "When did you...you wake up?"

"Can I sleep in my arms?" His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he didn't sleep well last night. Even hearing what he said, it seemed like he hadn't been asleep all night.

She was stunned, a little uneasy, and still grabbed her clothes and said uneasy: "I have to hurry up today, why not take a break?"

Although there were wolves below, the place where they were was spacious enough. With his arm strength, it would be okay to hold her and sleep for a night. Why did he torture himself like this?

But Murong Jiyang didn't think it was a torture. Seeing her sleeping soundly in her arms was enough to make him feel full of happiness, which would only be a kind of enjoyment for him.

Come and torture?

His eyes wandered over her body. Although he was covered with clothes, his body under his palm was still naked.

Thinking of her heartbreaking and charming look when she was tossing and humming under her last night, her tall body unconsciously tensed again.

He coughed lightly and said lightly: "Why don't you put on your clothes quickly, we still have to hurry."

Ling Xi nodded, still looking at his firm side face. After thinking for a long time, he came to his senses in his words, and finally remembered what his body was now.

After being frightened, she hurriedly sat up from his arms and looked down at the wolf pack below. She didn't know when the wolves had dispersed, but her clothes were no longer found.

The one that was mounted on the extinguished fire was empty on the bamboo pole branches that had originally hung all her clothes, and there was not even a single piece of clothes.

She felt uneasy and said helplessly: "It seems that her clothes were destroyed by the wolf pack."

Murong Jiyang smiled slightly, met her uneasy gaze, and said helplessly: "Why don't you look at what you are holding in your hand?"

Hearing this, her eyes fell on what she was holding in her hands.

When I saw it, my pretty face suddenly turned red.

It turned out that her clothes were always in her own hands, but when did he help her get the clothes back?

She sat up straight, and while she was rushing to put her clothes on her body, she did not forget to look up and glance at him, complaining: "Since I have helped me get my clothes back, why didn't I say it earlier? I deliberately wanted to see me laughing at me

Is it?"

Murong Jiyang didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes to see her busy movements, and the smile on his lips had never dissipated.

If she knew that her clothes had actually been taken by him from the beginning last night, I wonder if she would want to strangle him to death with her own hands?

A slender palm fell on her face, her fingertips gently stroked her cheeks, and he said softly: "Are you hungry all night? If you are hungry, I will call you two wild birds

Grill and eat.”

Hearing him say that she was "busy all night", Ling Xi's face couldn't help but blush. The messy scenes last night were really guilty.

I never thought that one day I would do such a thing with him.

She pursed her lips and shook her head and said, "No need, let's see if there are any wild fruits on the road later. Just pick a few of them to satisfy your hunger."

They still have to rush to find the source of poison in the upper reaches of the river. Where can they have so much time to waste?

Murong Jiyang didn't say much. After she put on her clothes, she hugged her and leaped gently, fell on the ground, and retrieved his robe from the small green house destroyed by the wolf pack.

Fortunately, the robes are still intact.

He walked to the stream and immersed his robe into the stream, washed it casually, wringed it out, and then spread it out and put it on his body.

Ling Xi hurriedly stopped him and said, "The clothes are wet, wait until it is dry before wearing them."

She walked over and took his robe in her hand, gave him a blank look, and said resentfully: "It's always like this, I don't know how to cherish my body, and when I get old, many problems will come."

After saying that, he ignored him and squatted down by the stream, picked up a handful of stream water to wash his dusty face.

"Since I don't know how to cherish myself, then you can take care of me from now on, okay?" Murong Jiyang squatted down beside her, washing herself like she was.

Listening to her words of complaints but actually caring, the warmth and tranquility that she had never felt before, it turned out that a woman caring about herself so much was such a pleasant thing.

Although Xiao Qian had been taking the initiative to take care of him in the past, Xiao Qian was never the one in his heart, and her care was even more a burden for him.

But Li'er is different. As long as it is what she says, no matter what you care about or scold him, it will be sweet in his heart when he hears it.

The sufferings of the past few years have really been in vain. I obviously have affection for each other, but I have to worry about each other. It is a pity that those great times have been wasted like this.

Ling Xi stood up from the stream, lifted his robe, and held it in his hand, letting it sway in the wind, trying to blow it dry with the breeze.

When he looked back at Murong Jiyang, he had already cleaned up himself, and his eyes, which were like flames, stared at her back for a moment.

Her little face turned red, she ignored him and walked forward with big strides. It took her not long before she found that she could not tell the direction in the forest. She had no choice but to pause, then turned to look at him, and curled her lips and said,
Chapter completed!