The fire in the barracks was in full swing, and Shi Yong's outer robe was quietly placed on the smoke cage covering the stove. The room was warm and quiet and beautiful.

Opening his eyes, Shi Yong suspected that he was dreaming. He sat up and looked at it for a while, and found himself lying on a bed with soft mattresses, covered with a thick quilt. She felt a moment of anxiety that she was distracted from reality.

She is back.

Lulongsai.

I was shocked to realize that this room was not hers.

Shi Yong slowly turned his head and saw Zhao Yin sitting on the bench next to the smoke cage.

He was tall and lying on the chair a little bit hard, so he took a bench and put on his feet. His boots were not yet faded, and he casually put on a fox fur cloak, his hands, feet and knees were exposed, and he was sleeping soundly.

Shi Yong frowned.

Early this morning, he rushed from Qingshankou to Lulong Camp. It was almost dawn. Shi Yong originally wanted to go back and rest, but when he saw Zhao Yin's leg dysfunction, she stayed to acupuncture and pressed him for a while. Then the two of them talked for a while, and Zhao Yin sent hot water to her soak her feet.

During the days when Shi Yong was in Wuliang Khan's camp, he really lived a very mediocre life. It would be more comfortable to soak his feet in hot water and sleep. She did not refuse, so she lay on the chair, talking to Zhao Yin while soaking her feet.

Then I fell asleep.

Obviously, it was Zhao Yin who carried her to the bed to rest.

He even gave the bed to her.

It was not the first time that the two of them had been together in the same room. Shi Yong didn't feel awkward, but he was a little sad.

In fact, she didn't wake up, but just saw Zhao Yin lying in aggrievedly on the chair. She couldn't bear it, so she yawned and tiptoed out of the bed and walked to the side of the smoke cage, squatting to look at him.

"grown ups!"

She called him softly, but Zhao Yin did not respond.

Shi Yong observed his face up close, not knowing his smile.

Zhao Yin slept very hard and breathed evenly. Two long rows of eyelashes covered his deep eyes. There was a faint haggardness under his eye circles. I think he had never rested well in the past few days.

Or, she carried him to bed too?

Shi Yong looked at his tall body with his chin, estimating his weight, thinking about this possibility, and stretching out his hand to try it.

Not sure, Zhao Yin opened his eyes as soon as he carried it up.

He is extremely sensitive to other people's touch.

He looked at Shi Yong with a pair of red eyes, and there was a brief confusion and confusion in his eyes, as if he was dreaming.

"Sir, are you awake?"

Shi Yong smiled awkwardly, and was about to explain that he was not taking advantage of him, Zhao Yin wrapped his hands around.

It was very fast and powerful. She pulled her shoulders over, slowly supported her waist, then dragged her upwards, and carried her completely to her body.

He sighed, satisfied, gently tied her in his arms, closed his eyes, and did not move, and fell asleep again.

Shi Yong:...

Zhao Yin, with his eyes closed, has lost the indifference of riding his horse and raising his sword to kill the enemy in front of him last night, and has also lacked the loneliness of being arrogant and arrogant. He has added laziness and sexuality between his eyebrows and eyes, and has become very easy to get close to.

"grown ups!"

Shi Yong touched his chin, and when he saw that he had no reaction, he struggled and wanted to get up.

Zhao Yin frowned, grabbed the back of her head, pressed her head to her neck, and rubbed her hair lightly with her breathing, without making any sound or doing anything else.

He just hugged her like this, as if she was a source of fire that could keep warm, or something else that wouldn't breathe.

Shi Yong: "..."

It is not comfortable to sleep on a chair at this time, and Zhao Yin is even more so in height and physical condition. Half of his body leaning against the smoked cage was hot, while the other half was cold. Shi Yong was close to him, and the same was true at this moment, half of the flames and half of the ice, and he was entangled.

What is this person doing?

Holding her, just holding her?

Does he think she is a stove?

The warm breathing fell on his forehead, evenly and rhythmically. Shi Yong lay down silently for a long time and confirmed that he was really asleep, angry and funny.

I'm afraid this person would just see a woman half asleep and then just hold her into her arms?

Do you know who she is? Just hug it!

Shi Yong tried to break open his arm and free himself. In response to the movement, her legs pressed over inadvertently and accidentally touched him...

The young and strong man was mostly angry after falling asleep. At this time, Yong understood, but he was not mentally prepared and just rubbed it over like this. Her heart was a little unbearable.

The big donkey sleeping was very strong, making it difficult to ignore its existence. Shi Yong moved away silently, but the arm that hugged her tightly.

Zhao Yin's breathing was a little heavier, and suddenly raised his hand and pressed her back and pressed her against her body.

Shi Yong suddenly blushed.

She didn't expect Zhao Yin to have such a Menglang behavior, and she was a little panicked about what happened next. However, without waiting for her to react from her nervousness and surprise, Zhao Yin was no longer moving.

He was still asleep, letting her be alone in her heart, but he just frowned and fell asleep.

She blames her for thinking too much,

He didn't wake up at all!

Shi Yong looked up and his eyes fell on his chin.

Qingyou's beard and his jawline is clearly outlined, so he has lost weight.

"Sir, are you asleep or awake?"

Zhao Yin responded vaguely, not knowing what he said, his eyes did not open. Shi Yong poked his shoulders with amused feeling, but he still didn't respond.

Sleeping too heavily.

Are you exhausted?

Shi Yong raised his head slightly, moved his body upwards, and breathed in his neck. He seemed to be unable to resist itching, so he gently pulled her hand down and tightened her waist.

"Ashi!"

“…”

"Be honest."

“…”

Do you know it's her?

Shi Yong's face was a little burnt.

But she couldn't be honest in his arms.

Shi Yong suspected that this was just his subconscious reaction and answer in his sleeping state, and he did not really wake up. To confirm, she poked out her claws and slowly reached into his robe.

Zhao Yin had been lying on the chair for so long, his clothes were cold, but his body was very hot, like a fire, and it was extremely warm when he was pressed on. Shi Yong sighed comfortably, and the hardship and fatigue of wandering for several days melted into his even breathing sound.

She couldn't move, so she simply stopped moving and leaned on him boredly to keep warm.

Back at Lu Longsai, she only slept for less than two hours. She was already a little sleepy, and gradually her eyes couldn't hold on and was a little confused. She lay on Zhao Yin and fell asleep.

This time, she slept for a long time and was extremely heavy, and even accidentally fell into a long-lost nightmare.

She dreamed of the heads-dazhai who had just come to this world, the Xiao Yong who was locked in a cage. She dreamed of the footsteps of the man in black when he approached, and the suffocation feeling when he pinched her throat.

I also dreamed of Zhao Huan...

Shi Yong had never dreamed of Zhao Huan before.

But this dream is particularly clear.

He leaned against the west window, and the peach blossoms fell like rain in March, and the warm wind made people feel drowsy. Zhao Huan's smile seemed to be filled with the peach blossoms.

"Yong'er, where have you been these days?"

A peach blossom fell on her face. Shi Yong felt itchy, but her body was soft and weak. She wanted to take it off but couldn't do it.

"Do you know? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Zhao Huan looked at him with a smile, holding a green jade wine pot in one hand, gently uncovering the petals covering her eyes with the other hand, looking down at her, her red lips were very close to each other.

"The capital has been chilly these days, and the weather is cold. It's very difficult to bear if you are not here."

"Do you know how cold I am in the prosperous and prosperous times at the foot of the emperor?"

"Luckily spring is coming, I'll wait until you come back."

Shi Yong's heartbeats very fast.

She wanted to tell him that she hadn't come back and didn't want to come back, but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat and could not make a sound.

"Yong'er, don't leave me again. Don't ever."

The aura on Zhao Huan is familiar and unfamiliar.

It made her shamefully think of another smell, another man's taste.

Zhao Huan has the nobleness of the prince and grandson, as well as the prince and grandson's hobbies, and likes to make incense and piano. He exudes a clear fragrance all year round, and his belongings and even his hair are fragrant.

She used to smell good, but now she is a little bored. She seems to be attached to the breath of another person. That man has never had this rich fragrance like a cream.

His people have a completely different taste from Zhao Huan. They are sharp, cold, alienated, but they make people want to get close to them.

"Look, the peach blossom meridian is almost gone." Zhao Huan said, "Yong'er, I'll give you a sip, okay?"

His lips were fed down and he smiled lazyly.

Shi Yong widened his eyes and reached out to push him.
Chapter completed!