After the group finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest.
She asked the boat boy to bring hot water, and after washing, she let Shen Yanchu, who was waiting outside, enter the house.
Shen Yanchu was born in the southern country and had to bathe every day whenever possible.
Liu Ruyan stood in the corridor and waited patiently.
After a while, the door of the house opened.
Shen Yanchu asked the boy to remove the bathtub, and there were only two people left in the room.
Taking off his outer shirt, Shen Yanchu walked towards the bed. He stood at the head of the bed, his lips pursed slightly.
Liu Ruyan got into the bed next door.
"Why don't you sleep?" she asked.
"This bed has a broken leg." He lowered his head and frowned.
"A bed with broken legs..." she said casually, moving to the edge of the bed to make room inside, "How about you sleep here with me tonight?"
After that, he patted the place beside him.
Shen Yanchu fell into silence.
After thinking for a while, he took some books, stacked them up, put them on the legs of the bed, and said calmly: "That's it."
Then, he lay down on his back, but the bed made a strange noise at an inappropriate time.
"Click——"
"What's the sound?" Liu Ruyan sat up suddenly.
Shen Yanchu's brows twitched, his fingers touched the bed board, his face turned completely dark.
"The board is cracked."
Liu Ruyan was simply astonished: "You're so capable, even the bed board collapsed when you slept on it."
Shen Yanchu put on his clothes and went to the ground, standing beside the bed: "That's all, I'll just stay on the ground tonight."
"No, it's very humid on the river. Besides, this room is small and the floor isn't big enough for you to stretch your legs. Why don't we squeeze in?" she persuaded kindly.
Shen Yanchu's heart stopped suddenly.
If he hadn't seen the open look in her eyes, he would have almost mistakenly thought that this girl liked him.
"It's windy on the river, so if we sleep together, we can keep each other warm." She invited her warmly.
Shen Yanchu struggled again and again.
"how?"
Shen Yanchu pursed his lips and said nothing.
He is not a secular person, and in the years when he first joined the Cang Ming Sect, he was even more ruthless.
What he did was shocking.
As a result, in just a few years, all the major forces in the surrounding areas were eliminated. Anyone who had any dissatisfaction with him would be eradicated.
In the end, the Cang Ming Sect became the leader of the Demon Sect, and everyone's expression changed.
He is decisive in killing and rebellious by nature. Even if his anger has subsided a lot later, he is still strong in his bones and will never let himself hesitate again and again.
But now, he stood in front of the bed and hesitated.
——To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question.
"Why bother?" Liu Ruyan urged again and again.
He sighed slowly, turned his back, walked to the table and blew out the candle.
It was dark all around, except for the silver moon outside the window, which looked like a hook, and the white waves looked like snow.
In the night, she felt a corner sinking into the side of the bed, and then, someone was lying next to her.
She lifted up the quilt and kindly covered him.
However, as soon as his fingers were withdrawn, they were pulled into the palm of his hand.
She looked sideways.
"Don't look after me." Shen Yanchu said softly, then released his fingers and covered her with the quilt.
Liu Ruyan responded and moved a little further outside.
The bed was narrow, and she was afraid that people would squeeze into it.
At this time, she heard an inaudible sigh next to her ears.
There was a sound on the couch, and Shen Yanchu turned over and climbed up, half-supported, and looked down at her.
Liu Ruyan was trapped between her arms, and she half-raised her eyes to look at him.
Eyes facing each other.
She saw a pair of deep eyes.
Those eyes were so heavy that it made people feel frightened.
Liu Ruyan was wary, and she subconsciously arched her head, like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered and swallowed.
Perhaps feeling her nervousness, Shen Yanchu lowered his head, gently resting his pillow on her neck, and sighed: "What should I do to you?"
He was half-lying on her, his voice was obscure and hoarse.
Liu Ruyan heard the vibration in his chest, but felt a strange emotion in her heart.
She grew up among men and saw some people crazy with lust.
Just like the way Shen Yanchu looked at her just now, she looked very much like those people.
But, how is it possible.
Not to mention the exercises he has learned to cut off feelings and thoughts, a person has long been used to being cold and cold, how can he have desires and be crazy about them?
Maybe, she just saw it wrong?
A lonely night.
Liu Ruyan stared at him.
Did you really see it wrong just now?
She pondered in her heart, and the strange emotion lingered.
At that time, the man was half-lying, his breath warm on the side of his neck, and she suddenly remembered the touch of his lips.
Soft, soft, lingering and pathos, lingering.
She suddenly felt a little tight in her chest and felt a little panicked.
Thinking of her teaching him how to drink water, the two of them were soaking in the river, disheveled and with cold eyes.
Thinking of her holding his waist, her palms felt like a hot iron...
She couldn't help but think wildly, and her cheeks began to heat up. After seventeen years, did she also miss a man?
It shouldn't be.
Ordinary girls at this age have already had their first love, but she can't think of any other kind of relationship with him besides brotherly love...
Before she could clear her thoughts, Shen Yanchu lay down beside her and slept on the edge of the bed.
"If you can't sleep well at night, go inside and sleep," he said.
Liu Ruyan responded, changed places with him, and moved to the bed, with a thin quilt between them.
She turned sideways and stared at his back for a long time without realizing it.
The moonlight passed through the window and fell on him, as if covered with a layer of white frost.
She looked at that lonely silhouette, and for some reason, it felt so far away.
Far away, she wanted to get closer.
Close enough to hold that seemingly cold heart.
She reached out her hand, picked up a strand of black hair scattered on the pillow, and held it carefully in her hand.
Cold, dark, and without warmth, just like his cold demeanor and harsh words, you can only notice it after getting along with him gradually.
——He is a cold person, but he does all the warm things; he is proud, but he has tenderness in his heart.
It's a pity that no one is willing to be patient and peel off the hard shell for him to reveal a passionate heart.
From beginning to end, no one understood him.
Liu Ruyan twisted a strand of hair around her fingertips and was lost in her thoughts. Unexpectedly, the person who was carrying her suddenly turned around and his eyes fell on her face.
Unexpectedly, she let go of his hair with her palms.
Shen Yanchu looked at her, his former indifference faded, and his eyes became a little more obscure.
Under such gaze, Liu Ruyan's chest beat uncontrollably, like falling drumbeats.
one time.
Again.
It hit her hard in the heart.
She frowned and secretly curled up her palms to steady her messy mind.
Shen Yan stared at her for a moment, then turned around and lay on his back on the couch, looking at the top of his head with cold eyes.
He suddenly asked: "In the future, do you plan to return to Liujiazhuang?"
She was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
Shen Yanchu held back again and again, and finally asked: "Have you ever thought about going to Dali?"
"Dali?" She thought for a moment, "Dali is far away in the south... I must not be used to living there... But why go to Dali?"
He paused.
"It's better to stay in Beihan." He said calmly.
When the matter in Dali was settled, he returned to Northern Han to look for her.