The frowning brows still did not relieve. This kind of low and dusty small room made Wei Moyan feel oppressive. He could not sleep all night several times when he had to stay in it. On the contrary, it was not as peaceful as sleeping in the wild.
However, he couldn't bear to see her sleeping in the open.
"You go to sleep first."
The refreshing fragrance of the wine slightly diluted the unpleasant feeling. Running away, only good wine could give him a chance to catch his breath.
"If you don't get used to living there, you can just stay outside from now on." Xia Qingluan lifted the wine bottle and tilted it slightly, pouring the transparent and pure wine into the cup.
She had always hated wine, but she didn't know when she started to get used to pouring him a glass of wine.
Wei Moyan enjoyed this feeling very much, neither sad nor happy, indifferent, it seemed that only at this time there would be no grudge between the two.
The big candle light flickered on and off, and Xia Qingluan's too fair face looked a little haggard under the dim light. Cheng Xiaobai's appearance during the day caught her off guard. She didn't understand why her honest and stable brother would suddenly act like this. See the rest of the story
Shaoyuan's reaction seemed to be unexpected by him.
Who is instigating it? And what is its purpose?
"Who is causing trouble behind your back? You will find out when you go back and find out. What you need now is to rest." Wei Moyan stared at the wine glass without looking at her, but he said something that caught her mind.
Apart from their relationship, the two of them have always had a tacit understanding.
"There are still several days to go, so you should rest for a while." Xia Qingluan advised. Seeing his indifference, knowing that he would drink until dawn again tonight, she had to get up and take a nap on her own.
The damp and musty smell made Wei Moyan have the urge to leave the house, but his eyes were locked on the silent face on the bed and he could no longer leave.
Qing Qian smiled, and couldn't help but think of the first time the two of them lived in the same room. At that time, she was as cold and stubborn as a venomous thorn, and her eyes were full of wariness when she looked at anyone, but he was just curious about this person who was different from her.
How much resilience and endurance does a woman with a completely opposite mother have, and how much is she willing to pay for revenge?
That time, in the same narrow room, he sat at the table and considered himself, while she squatted on the bedside with her legs crossed, not even blinking.
"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."
"What's so scary? You won't get any benefits if I die." She pretended to be strong and refused to give in.
"If you can't sleep, go outside."
She glanced at the thunder and lightning outside the window, squirmed her lips, and finally lowered her head and sat quietly, falling asleep in less than half an hour.
While drinking, he closed his eyes and listened to the shrill wind. Late at night, he heard faint sobs coming from the bed, and then a sad whisper. He couldn't remember what she said at that time, but he only remembered the cold and indifferent face on weekdays.
It was filled with fear and pain, and there were tears sliding down the closed eyes.
To this day, he has never told Xia Qingluan that he saw her tears.
It was a scar that had settled deep in her heart. A slight touch would cause blood to flow out, so why bother to lift it? He was not a person who took pleasure in hurting others.
She would be troubled by nightmares on stormy nights. Maybe even she didn't know this. He was the only one in the world who knew, and he was the only one who would sneak into her room alone on such nights and guard her until dawn or the thunder.
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Xia Qingluan.
I dipped my fingertips in wine and wrote three words on the rough tabletop, and then they were quickly absorbed by the wood, leaving no trace.
Just like this, he quietly looked at the stunning beauty that had shed its indifference, and time flowed away from the dry writing on the table little by little, and he couldn't help but hope that this moment would be longer, and longer.
There were a few sounds of dead branches outside the window, the roar of the wind, and occasionally a silver light flashed across the distance but there was no sound. Seeing that a thunderstorm was coming again. Wei Moyan's expression changed. He was most afraid of the night when the wind and rain combined with the rolling thunder.
She always has to suffer.
Xia Qingluan always slept soundly when she was with Wei Moyan, as if she knew very well that this man was incredibly strong and could provide her with the safest protection. Even the sound of thunder did not disturb her deep sleep.
However, as the sound of wind and rain intensified, Wei Moyan's originally calm face gradually revealed a look that Wei Moyan didn't want to see.
She fell into a nightmare again.
"Qing Luan?" When he got up and ran to the bed, the breeze blowing up his clothes extinguished the dim oil lamp, and the room fell into quiet darkness.
The sudden darkness caused Wei Moyan to lose his sight for a short time. He groped toward the bed with only the impression left before the lights went out, and his thin shoulders, which were not enough to measure up, bumped into his palms.
Her heavy breathing was accompanied by a slight tremor on her shoulders, and even if she couldn't see it, she could still imagine her painful expression at this moment.
After several flashes of lightning, my eyes finally adapted to the darkness without lights, and my pale face gradually became clearer. The tightly closed eyelids, and the thin lips pursed into a thin line with great repression, were exactly the same as every nightmare.
Wei Moyan skillfully picked up the trembling body and hugged her tightly. If the nightmare was allowed to happen, she would fall into a deeper dream and continue to struggle, and she would be easily injured.
When he felt that the person in his arms began to beat, he also increased his strength, so that Xia Qingluan's arms could no longer scratch and beat recklessly. The whimpers in his ears became louder and louder, and his breathing became heavier.
"Qingluan..." He called softly, trying to drive away the monster hiding in her heart. Legend has it that the nightmare is a kind of monster that often sneaks into people's nightmares to seize the soul. Once caught by it in a dream,
If eaten, or trapped in the horrific dream it weaves, the person will never be able to wake up.
Be it monsters or ghosts, nothing can pull her away from her life. Even if the gods want to take her away, they will never allow it, even if they change their fate against the will of heaven and suffer the punishment of heaven.
This went on for a long time, until the rain stopped, the wind subsided, and the thunder receded, but he still held her tightly and refused to let go.
No one has noticed that her scent has long been in his arms, and it will be superimposed every time there is a thunderstorm; no one will notice that he always speaks with disdain and coldness when women are like cud dogs.
How many times had he held a woman who was more indifferent than him all night long, until she was fine and then quietly left, never mentioning it, pretending that nothing had happened.
Kissing Jin's fine black hair, he suddenly didn't want to let go. What if he just held her like this and waited for her to wake up? Why did he have to hide it and pretend that everything was fine? She needed someone to protect her the most when she was unconscious.
Isn't it good for me to be by her side when the incident happened and let her understand this matter?
Now that he has made his intentions clear, why worry about her finding out. There is a difference between men and women, and there is no intimacy between men and women. These rules and regulations are nonsense to him. As long as he likes, there is nothing he can't do.
A light kiss fell on the center of the smooth forehead. The person in his arms gradually calmed down. His even breathing announced that he had once again defeated the nightmare. Wei Moyan could no longer resist the combined attack of sleepiness and tiredness. He closed his eyes and half leaned against the bedrail to enter.
bunk.
It clears up after the rain and the cicadas sing loudly.
Xia Qingluan felt very tired. When she opened her eyes with difficulty, she found that she was not sleeping on a worn-out bamboo pillow, but on a warm and solid chest.
"You -" She pushed away the warm embrace, her pale face gradually turned blood red, and unspeakable resentment entangled every inch of Xia Qingluan's bones.
However, the man who had worked hard all night just stood up and patted his clothes silently, walked calmly to the table and drank the remaining wine from last night. Facing the woman in red who seemed to have been greatly insulted, he only said a very plain word.