On the way back, Zhong Qingye started coughing. It was probably because of the wind earlier and sitting on the snow for a long time. His body was so cold that he didn't feel anything, but when he walked out of the cold body into the warmth, he
In the carriage, all the cells in the body seemed to wake up from hibernation all of a sudden. The coldness was like a bone-piercing knife, gouging out human flesh and bones inch by inch.【】
Zhong Qingye huddled up, his thick cloak wrapped tightly around his whole body. The carriage brought by Qi Mo was lit with incense, and even the charcoal in the carriage was burning fiercely. Qi Mo and Qi Yan sat
There was even a slight sweating and fever inside, but Zhong Qingye was the only one with cold teeth chattering and coughing one after another.
Qi Mo had never been able to do anything about her cough, so he kept adding charcoal to increase the temperature of the carriage. Unfortunately, it had no effect at all. Zhong Qingye's cough still did not stop, but it became more and more serious, and his whole face was covered with cough.
It turned red, and veins appeared on my forehead.
Qi Mo had no choice but to caress her back, take off his armor and hug her tightly, using his body to warm her. As soon as he touched her hand, Qi Mo's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. "What on earth did you do? What happened to your hand?"
Is it so cold?"
Zhong Qingye wanted to smile, but was suppressed by the cough and could not speak. Qi Yan hurriedly reached out and handed her a water bag. Zhong Qingye took it gratefully, raised his head, took a big sip, and placed it on the floor of the carriage.
The water bag was contaminated by the heat of the carriage, and the water was still warm. With this water, Zhong Qingye finally suppressed his cough.
Waving her hands, she said awkwardly: "It's nothing, I just walked outside for a long time and there was a bit of wind, so my body is a little cold."
Qi Mo frowned and looked at her motionlessly, his eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and his whole person seemed a little gloomy.
Zhong Qingye's heart skipped a beat and he said hurriedly: "I'm fine, I just caught a cold from the wind. You also know that I'm very afraid of the cold. Feng Jin has been treating me for four years, and my health has improved a lot."
As she spoke, she raised one arm to show that she was strong enough.
Probably out of trust in Feng Jin's medical skills, Qi Momei's evil eyes finally dissipated a little, and he said uneasily: "Go back and take a good bath, find a doctor to take a look, don't think that coughing is not a big problem.
, do you know?"
Zhong Qingye complained secretly, but responded sweetly on his face. He tightened his arms and raised his head and said: "Aren't you on the front line? Why did you suddenly come back? Fighting is such a leisurely thing.
, can you run away at will?"
Qi Mo laughed and stretched out his hand to pinch her little nose. "You suddenly disappeared. Black Eagle couldn't find you, so he had to pass the news to me. Can I not rush back?"
He stretched out his hand and hugged Zhong Qingye tightly, so hard that it almost hurt Zhong Qingye, and murmured: "Fortunately, you're okay..."
Zhong Qingye was keenly aware that Qi Mo seemed to be afraid of something. Ever since they reunited, Qi Mo seemed to have been indulging in this fear. Zhong Qingye could clearly feel it, but he did not ask.
If she didn't expose it at first, she just wanted to give her lover some space. After all, no matter how close a couple is, they have to maintain a certain amount of self-space. But now, after knowing his past experience, Zhong Qingye has more reasons besides the above.
Somewhat indescribable reasons.
In fact, Qi Mo is somewhat similar to her. They both came out of difficult environments little by little, but when it comes to feelings, Zhong Qingye instinctively chooses to escape, because if you don't get it, you won't lose it. But Qi Mo, from the beginning
I chose to fight for it.
This may be the difference between them. Qi Mo's upbringing environment determines his somewhat paranoid character, and he will not let go easily when he wants to get something. But Zhong Qingye knows that the harder he works for it, the easier it is to lose it after getting it.
Fear, this is a psychological disorder, the only thing she can do is to give Qi Mo more sense of security.
Thinking of this, Zhong Qingye stretched out his hands and hugged Qi Mo's waist tightly, burying his head in his chest, close to his heart.
Qi Mo didn't say anything, but Zhong Qingye really felt that his hand holding her relaxed a little. Although he didn't let go of her, it was no longer painful.
Qi Mo and Zhong Qingye, they are different from any simple couple. They are hedgehogs and snowmen. Both of them have been sharpened to the cold and sharp point. Before there is complete trust, they will hurt each other if they get too close.
Only after a long period of time, when each other gets used to the sharp thorns in each other's body or mind, can they peel off completely and hug each other tightly.
Qi Yan didn't understand these obscure things, but as a complete bystander, her feelings were the most real and direct. As the two hugged each other in silence, the nineteen-year-old girl gently lowered her head and caressed her silently.
The words are deeply etched on the acacia piano.
The carriage moved forward quietly, and the only sound left in the world was the sound of wheels grinding on the snow. The flying snow outside the carriage gradually stopped. The sun broke through the heavy clouds and scattered thousands of golden rays. Although there was no temperature,
The bright colors make people feel full of hope.
After struggling all day and absorbing so many things, Zhong Qingye was tired. Leaning in Qi Mo's arms could easily make her let go of all her defenses. The delicate sandalwood made her feel peaceful. Unknowingly, she
He actually fell asleep like this.
When she woke up, it was already dark. She had returned to her room without knowing when, lying on the thick duck down quilt, her whole body was warm and she was yawning.
I don't know how long I slept. Zhong Qingye propped up his head and felt a little dizzy. He slowly sat up from the bed. There were obviously several heaters in the room. Even if he was wearing finely woven white fox fur, he didn't feel cold.
An incense candle covered with a flowing beauty gauze was placed far away on the table, and the soft light spread out randomly.
The smell of diazepam spreads in the room, and people rush towards it. This is the spice that Qi Mo specially asked someone to tailor-make for her. It is not strong, not strong, light and comfortable, but has a strong sleep-aid effect.
After using this incense, Zhong Qingye's sleep quality has been significantly improved, and she no longer wakes up at the slightest movement.
Qi Mo was not here, and everything inside and outside the house was extremely quiet. There was no one breathing except her. It was probably because it was late and the girls had already gone back to rest.
Zhong Qingye leaned on the soft cushion and stretched out her hand to press her temples. Unexpectedly, she coughed violently, making her instinctively reach out and cover her mouth.
ticking
There was a soft sound, very clear in the silent room.
Zhong Qingye lowered his head and saw a drop of bright red liquid slowly pouring into the alizarin-green quilt.