In the carriage, Liu Ruyan knelt on one knee and supported the ground with one hand, while Shen Yanchu lay underneath her with a calm face, and the face of a strange woman reflected in his pupils.
Liu Ruyan casually peeled off the disguise, took it back into her arms, and expressed her doubts: "How did you recognize me?"
Even the officers and soldiers couldn't see through her disguise skills. What was the flaw?
"Your horse." Shen Yanchu looked at her, "Bai Zhi has seen that horse."
Liu Ruyan turned her face and looked at the black horse outside the window thoughtfully.
Suddenly, the carriage jolted, and at the moment she almost fell, Shen Yanchu subconsciously supported her waist.
"It's itchy--" She couldn't help but utter a cry, with a rare shy look on her face, and twisted up in his palm.
Shen Yan first looked upwards, only to feel that the thing in his palm was not full enough to hold, and was extremely delicate.
Gently holding Liu's waist, she looked at her high blue hair, cloudy temples like smoke, her light blue dress made her skin look like gelatin, and her lips were as pink as peach blossoms.
The carriage jolted again, and in a daze, he actually let go of his hand.
Liu Ruyan accidentally fell, and the world was spinning, and she fell backwards.
However, there was no dull pain in her body. She raised her eyebrows and saw his palms supporting her.
Shen Yanchu half-knelt in front of her. The two of them were very close, and their long, distinct eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"What I did was wrong before." Liu Ruyan closed her eyes and turned her face to apologize.
"What's the matter?"
"Liujiazhuang, the murderer is someone else."
It was a simple sentence, but for some reason, he felt a little relieved in his heart.
"So, you don't have to feel that you owe me anything." She continued, glancing aside erratically.
Shen Yanchu found her words interesting. He lowered his head and said in a low voice with a slight smile, "When did I feel that I owed you a debt?"
"Otherwise, would you be so kind to me?" Liu Ruyan pointed to the back of her head, her meaning obvious.
Shen Yanchu was speechless.
In his opinion, Liu Ruyan could make him feel inexplicably familiar, and this feeling of déjà vu made him feel at ease. Since he was acquainted with her, he took good care of her, and it was nothing more than a simple effort.
On the contrary, the young man in front of him, who was obviously weak and inexperienced, was the most showy.
If "he" were a woman, maybe he could be like an ordinary girl and wouldn't have to bear the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders.
Thinking of this, Shen Yanchu's heart suddenly shook.
Just now he was stunned, imagining that Liu Ruyan was a woman.
woman……
The sound seemed to ring in my ears, "Itchy——"
This was clearly a woman's coquettish cry, completely different from Liu Ruyan's usual voice, with a coquettish and naive tone.
He stared at the "young man" carefully and saw delicate and picturesque features, and his clothes were spread out on the ground, like a butterfly with broken wings.
Liu Ruyan was still chattering, but he didn't listen to a word.
He locked his cold eyes and looked at her pink lips. Looking further down, he saw the high collar. He suddenly stretched out his fingers and touched it.
The moment his fingertips touched the collar, Liu Ruyan reached out to block it!
Shen Yanchu lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that was against his chest. It was as weak and boneless as the hand that passed by it was like a feather blowing lightly, with the slightest trembling, and like a prairie fire, boiling and burning.
At that moment, my breathing seemed to be stuck for a moment.
Liu Ruyan simply stood up, looked at him, and said slowly and word by word: "Shen Yanchu, has anyone ever told you that you are very heavy?"
After saying that, she quickly took off her robe regardless of his reaction.
With a "swish" sound, she threw the obstructive skirt to the ground. Underneath she was wearing a slim-fitting black dress with willow leaves as a pattern, and the waistband was decorated with dark gold tassels.
After resuming her men's clothing, Liu Ruyan turned around and sat back on the soft chair. She quickly made her hair into a man bun and put on a hair tie, looking like a handsome young man.
She sat cross-legged, and at the end, she hooked her fingers at him: "Come, sit here with me."
Shen Yanchu's brows jumped a few times.
This person's words and deeds are vulgar and he is definitely a man!
When it got dark, Bai Zhi stopped the carriage in front of the inn, and Shen Yanchu jumped out of the carriage first.
When he passed by Bai Zhi, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, paused, and then unexpectedly took Bai Zhi's hand.
Bai Zhi couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Shen?"
Shen Yanchu stared at that hand with a calm expression. It was also fair and slender, but not as soft and slender as Liu Ruyan's.
Liu Ruyan, who then got out of the car, and System Lord, who was hiding next to him, expressed their shock.
But the instigator had a cold face, knocked down Bai Zhi's hand with disgust, and then walked into the inn without looking back.
In front of the inn, only the white Angelica dahuricae was left messy in the wind.
In the lobby, the shopkeeper smiled apologetically at Liu Ruyan, who was wearing a bamboo hat: "Sir, we only have two guest rooms left here."
The shopkeeper glanced at the few people staying in the hotel and said, "I think all three of them are men, so it's okay to live in the same room."
"Brother Bai and I share a room." Shen Yanchu said to himself.
Bai Zhi's face suddenly changed and she shook her head quickly: "No, no, I'm used to living alone. Thank you, Brother Shen, for your kindness."
"Young master, I don't care, I just want to spend the night with you." Liu Ruyan looked at Shen Yanchu and walked directly to the guest room upstairs.
The room was shabby, so she asked the waiter to prepare a bucket of hot water for a bath. Perhaps the soaking time was a bit long, and she felt heavy in the head.
After putting on the snow-white clothes, she wrapped herself in a warm quilt, and then called Shen Yanchu into the house through a door.
The room was full of water vapor, so Shen Yanchu called the waiter, removed all the wooden barrels, and asked for some hot water to wash himself with.
As the night progressed, Shen Yanchu walked to the table and prepared to extinguish the candle.
"Don't..." She turned over and said in a vague voice, "Don't turn off the engine."
He made a move and did not extinguish the candle, letting it burn silently.
The candlelight flickered on and off, and a cold wind came up again in the night. With the dead branches outside the window swaying, a few sleepy murmurs could be heard from behind the screen from time to time.
Until a faint voice came, Shen Yanchu finally sat up and looked at the hazy figure on the couch through the dim yellow screen.
"Aye——"
The murmurs in his sleep were soft and inaudible, but his ears were very good and he could easily hear the other party's unstable breath.
Shen Yanchu put on his shoes and a robe and stood quietly in front of the couch.
Under the weak light, the face seemed to be gleaming with water. When the eyelashes trembled slightly, a drop of crystal fell silently, soaking the blue hair and dizzying the white shirt.
At this time, Liu Ruyan's cheeks showed a strange red color, and Shen Yanchu touched her forehead...it was so hot, it was fever.
He looked at the sleeping person and called out: "Liu Ruyan——"
The only answer to him was the sound of erratic breathing.
"I'll call Bai Zhi!"
"Aye——"
The person on the couch suddenly stood up, hugged the man who was about to leave, and murmured several times in his sleep: "Don't leave Yan'er behind."
Shen Yanchu was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms. His figure was as soft as a cloud, as if it could be blown away with just a little force.
The two of them hugged each other, and the hot body temperature spread through their clothes, making his already cold body stiffen and stiffen.
The faint scent of soap locust was still nearby. He raised the edge of his sleeves and didn't know where to put his hands.
Liu Ruyan didn't realize it at all. She arched her face in this cool embrace, craving for the last trace of warmth: "Ah, Yan'er misses you."
Shen Yan's eyes warmed at first, and finally he put down his hand, and his fingertips sank into the satin-like hair, soothing her gently and slowly, one after another.
Her breathing finally stabilized. At this time, she seemed to be dreaming about something. She moved her lips and cried: "Yan'er was wrong, she really did something wrong..."
Shen Yanchu suddenly lowered his head and saw her mumbling to herself, her black hair scattered on her thin shoulders. Her face, which was originally bright and open during the day, now had a frown on her face and her long eyelashes were stained with tears.