"Whew-"

On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind howled in.

It's still pouring rain outside.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's delicate little feet stretched out from the hem of her skirt and stretched out in front of her, stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the sword she was holding in her arms.

The other hand did not hold the hilt of the sword.

But......

Is this a temptation?

Deliberately stretched out her little foot to test him, and when he exposed his dirty mind and reached out to touch it, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with a sword.

"Deng's disciple, you should be killed!"

So, under this dark and cold bridge, there was a poor ghost.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him, many thoughts flashed in his mind for a while, and finally he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, and said, "That...... Miss Xia Chan, you should take it off yourself. Men and women are not kissed, let alone girls' feet, which are ......"

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

The girl's other hand, for some time, was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Actually, I just said that people who practice martial arts, when they go out, there is no need to stick to secular etiquette, they have too many concerns, how can they be comfortable...... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I'll help you take it off. ”

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer, reached out to hold her slender ankle, picked up her foot, and carefully helped her take off her soaked shoes.

Immediately, she slowly removed the snow-white socks from her feet.

Luo socks faded, and a snow-white and delicate jade foot was exposed under the bright flames, and was held in his hand, like a snow-white and delicate jade, without flaws.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it more, put it on his lap, and looked up at her.

The girl, still with her face parted, looked away, paused, and put her other foot out from under the hem of her skirt and placed it in front of him.

Luo Qingzhou lowered her head, picked up her other delicate little foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.

"It's dirty on the ground, just put it on my lap."

In order to make her comfortable, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways, stretched out her legs, and then took her shoes and socks and baked them on the bonfire.

The girl wrapped tightly in his wide clothes, and looked out of the bridge with a sideways face.

After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hands, at his outstretched legs, and finally at her snow-white little feet on his legs, and her eyes showed a trance.

Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground next to the bonfire and roasted them, then took her Luo socks, approached the flame, and baked them very seriously.

Under the bridge, there was silence.

There was only the sound of burning wood and the howling of the cold wind on both sides of the cave.

Both were silent and did not speak.

The girl blinked her long eyelashes, and looked at him in a daze, with a serious appearance, and a delicate and handsome face.

In a trance, it was as if I had returned to that day.

The snow was falling, and he sat on the steps in the alley, looking at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns, with a quiet and peaceful expression.

It was as if the wind in the alley had stirred her long hair and touched her heart.

She never knew what it meant to be liked.

Of course, I don't know what love at first sight is.

But at that moment, her heart was full of softness; Her eyes were full of his appearance.

She was there secretly watching him for days.

Then, on the day he entered, at that last moment, she suddenly plucked up her courage, blushed for the first time, and said to Mademoiselle and Bailing that she was still embarrassed to think about.

"Boom!"

Outside the bridge, a deafening thunderclap suddenly sounded.

The girl's body trembled, and she subconsciously approached him, hugged her knees tightly, shrunk into a ball, and her little face turned pale.

The night and thunder, the wind and the rain are nightmares and shadows that will never go away for her who once lived on the streets and fields.

She was afraid of them.

Luo Qingzhou saw her delicate body trembling, her little face turned white with fright, she was stunned for a moment, stretched out her arm, and wanted to hold her in her arms, but she didn't dare, so she had to comfort softly: "It's okay, it's safe here." Thunder sounds terrible, but for us, it is very far away, it is in the sky, we are on the earth, so ......"

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was another thunderclap.

Then a thunderbolt pierced the dark sky and landed on a willow tree on the riverside not far from the bridge.

"Click!"

The willow tree was split in half on the spot.

The flames burned.

But soon, it was doused by torrential rains.

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth and looked at the broken and charred willow tree in a daze, and swallowed the words in his mouth.

The girl next to her trembled more and more.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer, opened his arms, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here......"

The girl leaned into his arms, her cheeks buried in his chest, and the trembling of her body finally calmed down.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her with one hand, gently stroked her shoulders and soft hair, comforted her gently, and helped her bake Luo socks with the other, and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

The night passed quietly.

It's still stormy outside.

On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind is still howling.

The two people in front of the bonfire, snuggled together, there was a rare tranquility and warmth.

"It's done, I'll help you put it on, or your feet will freeze."

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and smooth little feet and helped her put on the dried snow-white Luo socks.

"Well, or ...... You climb on my lap and I'll help you dry your hair, or you'll get sick tomorrow. ”

Luo Qingzhou saw that the girl at this moment had become rare and gentle, so she didn't have too many scruples and fears in her heart.

The girl was silent in his arms for a while, and Fang slowly bent down and obediently lay on his legs.

His hair was as long as a waterfall, and he fell down.

Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed it gently close to the flames, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful. ”

The girl's cheek was buried in his lap, motionless and silent.

In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.

After a long time.

Luo Qingzhou said: "My hair is dry, that ...... Thou cloak ...... Or take it off? ”

The girl lay on his lap and did not move, nor did she speak.

Luo Qingzhou said again: "Miss Xia Chan ......"

The girl still didn't move, her fingers clenching the sword and slowly letting go.

"Then sleep, by the campfire, it should be done soon."

Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were a little numb, he didn't move.

The two of them just sat like this, and the other crawled, quieting down.

In the second half of the night, the rain finally stopped.

But the cold wind was still biting.

Snowflakes were silently floating outside.

Luo Qingzhou was not sleepy, his legs were numb, but he couldn't bear to disturb the girl who seemed to be asleep on his lap.

He slowly lay back, looking at the pitch-black roof of the cave, thinking about things.

The flames of the campfire gradually went out.

The cold wind blew in through the hole, and the girl shivered again.

Luo Qingzhou sat up, took dry wood from the side, and filled it into the fire.

The flames burned the damp dead branches, and a pungent smoke rose from the wind, and drifted towards the two of them.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly took off his shirt, drove the smoke above the girl's head, put one hand on the side of the girl's face, and gently fanned it outside.

The smoke was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

The dead branches were dried up and began to burn.

Luo Qingzhou was bare-chested, clenched his fists, arched his arms, and carefully observed his shiny tough flesh in the firelight.

I looked at the left arm, and then I looked at the right arm.

After looking at his right arm, he looked down at his chest again.

I straightened my chest and touched it with my hand, it was very strong, and I pinched the flesh and bounced it again, which was very tough.

He looked down at two points on his chest.

How is the flesh here?

He pinched one with his fingertips, tugged at it, and threw it away.

"Smack!"

Well, it's resilient too.

After refining the skin and meat, the whole body was really ...... Well???

He suddenly saw a pair of dark eyes, staring silently at him between his legs.

“……”

Luo Qingzhou's cheeks were hot, and he hurriedly put on his shirt and looked at the girl who was crawling on his lap.

The girl who had been peeking at him with her face sideways just now buried her cheeks in his legs again, as if she had fallen asleep.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but speak: "Miss Xia Chan, my leg is numb, can you get up first?" ”

The girl ignored him, and remained lying there, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou's eyes looked at the sword in her hand, her heart suddenly itched, and she stretched out her hand to touch it.

But when he cautiously stretched out his hand, the girl lying on his lap, as if with eyes behind her back, suddenly sat up, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at him coldly with her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly took the opportunity to move his numb legs, propped his hands on the ground, stood up with bared teeth, and moved his blood.

"You didn't fall asleep just now?"

Luo Qingzhou moved for a while, and after his legs gradually recovered, he sat down again, looked at her and asked.

The girl bent her legs, held her sword, turned her face, looked at the snowflakes falling outside the cave, ignored him, and seemed to return to her cold and arrogant appearance.

Luo Qingzhou said: "There will be thunder later." ”

The girl looked outside, still not speaking.

Luo Qingzhou filled some dry wood in the fire again, then lay down and said, "I'll sleep for a while, there will be something tomorrow, if you can't sleep, watch the fire." If you want to sleep, if you don't like it, you can sleep on my stomach again. I'm fine. ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

His mind was peaceful, he had no thoughts or desires, and he soon fell asleep.

The girl sat quietly for a while, and after hearing the sound of even breathing coming from his nose, Fang slowly turned her head and looked at him with a blank look.

After a while.

She drew close to him again, lay gently in his arms, and closed her eyes.

But I couldn't sleep.

She suddenly remembered the scene she had just peeked at, raised her little face, glanced at him, and quietly reached into his clothes with one hand, and pinched it with her slender index finger and thumb, gently pulled it upwards, and then threw it away.

"Smack!"

Well???

Luo Qingzhou suddenly opened her eyes and looked down, the girl was lying in her arms, sleeping really soundly, holding the sword in one hand and honestly placing the other hand on her own body.

"Strange ......"

Luo Qingzhou looked puzzled, raised his hand and rubbed himself, feeling a faint itch somewhere, could it be that he had just pinched it?

Forget it, go to sleep.

Tomorrow, I will go to the Treasure Pavilion to meet with other warriors, and then go out of the city to do the mission.

So you have to keep your spirits up.

Otherwise, when the time comes, when you encounter a demon beast, you will be in a trance, and you will be worried about your life.

Soon, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

After a while.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then quietly reached in her little hand, pinched the other one with her fingertips......

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