He completely threw himself into the warm bath soup, Qiqi held his slightly thin body and closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was thinking about things or resting.

Although Dong Dali and his senior brother said that Guan Cuihua's death had nothing to do with her, he was always a little uneasy. If she hadn't told Guan Cuihua that his senior brother wanted to drink chrysanthemum tea and also wanted chrysanthemums, how could she go to such a dangerous place like the back mountain alone in the middle of the night?

Such a young life fell like this...

The bath soup gradually stopped her. She still closed her eyes, breathed, and moved without any movement, so she soaked herself completely in water quietly.

Knowing that she could not hold her breath anymore, and knowing that the bath soup had already penetrated through her nose, she suddenly stood up from the bath soup. A "rattle" sounded, and the water splashed all over the floor.

She was gasping for breath, and her chest was constantly rising and falling due to rapid breathing. The water droplets on her head slid down her head drop by drop along her exquisite curve, slowly dripping back into the bathtub.

This breath-taking picture made the person who almost couldn't help but break in from the roof to save her breathing, and the whole person became bad in an instant.

I was worried just now, but now I have changed my mind.

The beauty was so shocking when she went out of the bath.

He had tried her little body hard for more than once. At that time, the two of them were so tightly attached, as if they were completely integrated into one, but now, she was still clearly visible in her sight, and the distance between her and him seemed to be thousands of mountains apart.

Sighing silently, he slowly sat back on the roof, still quietly watching the person below, his tall figure almost completely integrated into the night.

Qiqi opened his eyes, wiped the water droplets from his face, and stepped out of the bathtub.

Everything has passed, and the road is still under her feet. She has too much burden on her shoulders. She can rest occasionally on the road, but can't stop for a long time.

It is really useless to complain about oneself.

After taking a dry towel, she wiped off the water droplets on her body. She slowly put on her clothes, took another towel and wiped the water droplets on her head casually, and walked out from behind the screen.

I looked out through the window. Although it was still early in the night and it was at most around 8 o'clock, it seemed that the moon really didn't plan to come out of the clouds tonight.

She let out a breath, turned around and returned to the bed, ignored her long hair that was still dripping, and went to the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully. Not long after, she really fell asleep completely.

Today is very tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

When her breathing became even, the person who had been hiding on the roof jumped up and jumped into the room from the window.

He landed silently and did not wake up the sleeping person in the room. He took the soft towel and walked to the bed. He carefully held her small head and let her sleep on his thighs. Then he took the soft towel and gently wiped her long hair, which was still wet.

Qiqi still slept soundly, especially after smelling the familiar breath, she completely relaxed, and even breathed slightly snoring.

I was sleeping in a daze, and there seemed to be a pair of hands in my dreams. They gently raised her hair and were serving her carefully.

I don’t know who those hands belong to, A Chu or his senior brother? But no matter who it is, he will definitely not be that cold-hearted man.

He wouldn't be so gentle, never...

Chu Xuanchi threw down the soft scarf in his hand and put her head back on the soft pillow again, his eyes falling on her little face the size of a palm.

There was a faint sad look between her small eyebrows. I wonder if there were any worries that entangled her in my dream?

On Mid-Autumn Night, she slept quietly in her room, ignoring those who had spent a lot of effort on her.

His eyes moved away from her face, and he held her little hand in his palm, feeling the chill of her fingertips. He sighed slightly and looked out the window.

Suddenly, a slight coolness passed by in my heart.

If he really can't survive one day, will it be a good thing to let those people stay by her? At least, there are people around her who are guarding her, and no matter where his soul returns, he should be relieved.

What he wants to do is too dangerous. There has never been anything that is not on the verge of life and death. If accidents are unexpected, can anyone guarantee that it will not happen?

I don’t know how long I sat in her room and looked at her silently for how long I finally put down her hand when someone approached, he put down her hand and walked to the window. His figure swayed, and the person was completely gone.

When the familiar aura passed away, Qiqi frowned slightly and was inexplicably pulled into her heart.

But when she was panicked and wanted to wake up, another breath that made her feel at ease appeared beside her. She muttered softly, turned around and fell asleep again.

In a daze, the person suddenly became light and as if he was stepping on the clouds. Because it was too dreamy, it seemed that there was a possibility of falling down at any time. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and tightly grabbed the things that could be grabbed in her hand.

They floated all the way, and I don’t know how long they had been floating, but finally, they stopped.

Instead of opening her eyes, she leaned towards the familiar breath. Her small head rubbed slightly in his arms. After finding the most comfortable position, she fell asleep again.

He paused and looked up at Tianji.

The sky above my head was still dark, and Mingyue didn't know where she was hiding, and there was no trace of it at all.

The big palm fell on her head, gently rubbed the soft black hair, and still looked up at the sky, waiting silently for the bright moon to appear.

I just sat like this, and I had no idea how long I had been sitting, but I only knew that the autumn dew was coming and it slowly fell a little.

He took off his coat and carefully put it on her, allowing her to continue to sleep in his arms.

Behind the stone wall not far away, a man stood quietly, standing in the wind, wearing a plain white dress swaying lightly in the wind, making him look like a legitimate immortal who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

On a big tree on the opposite hill, a figure that almost blends with the night was leaning on the high branches, with a lazy aura that could not hide his innate dignity and arrogance.

The eyes that were not cold but never warm fell on the two people at the edge of Xiatou cliff. Just looked quietly, as quiet as a perfect sculpture. Even the water droplets condensed from the autumn dew on the leaves seemed to be unaware of it.

These three people were quiet and peaceful, as if they were deliberately competing for endurance, motionless, with only the sleeping woman in their eyes.

Finally, the dense clouds above the head were blown away by the wind. Not long after, the bright moon quietly poked out a face from behind the clouds. The faint white moonlight sprinkled down, covering this world with a shallow silver light.
Chapter completed!