The little sleepiness she had finally given birth to was shattered, but the culprit didn't say anything, and even fell asleep quickly, and the sound of breathing gradually became even.

Through the unextinguished candlelight at the bedside, she saw Song Yuchen's face.

He closed his eyes, and his face was covered with a bland coldness, as if her whole person was not warm enough to give him any comfort, and he didn't need any comfort.

It's hard for her to forget the rush of that night.

Song Yuchen lay quietly beside her, his clothes disheveled, his breathing so calm that he was almost silent. Even if he was asleep, he seemed to have a layer of ice shell on his body, and under the ice shell was a heavy and cold armor.

This very untimely memory came one after another, and it rolled back and forth a few times on the tip of Shi Qingran's heart, up and down, up and down, up and down, and finally, she carefully grabbed a corner of Song Yuchen's clothes.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan was so keen, he almost didn't think about it, and in an instant, he dispatched a hint of quiet eyes and handed it over.

The moment the four eyes met, Shi Qingran was stunned, and his earlobes were quickly dyed with a burning red like autumn maple, and he crawled all the way down his neck into the neckline, almost unable to hold his voice steady.

Fortunately, she was not very flustered, and immediately bit the tip of her tongue, and then forced herself to calm down and want to look away.

Song Yuchen looked at her for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then let go of the hand covering her lips.

Shi Qingran's eyes widened solemnly, and he didn't look at his eyebrows that were still very good in the thick night, and forced his thoughts back to the small thatched hut from between the thin sheets with a stiff face.

The young man had finally made water, and was now sitting upright at a crumbling table with a broken leg, his head tilted slightly, and at the end of his thin arm, his ten fingers like branches, slowly tugged at the crumpled corner of the strip of cloth.

His head was like a ten-layered rice dumpling, and the already messy hair covered the back of his neck after coming down, but miraculously it was not entangled with the long and bizarre strips of cloth.

The moment the last layer of cloth fell to the ground, Shi Qingran finally saw his hidden facial features clearly, and Hitomi Renden involuntarily shrank into a small point of light, and the tip of his heart jumped violently, almost breaking through the skin and bones and jumping out with blood.

No wonder –

He showed only one eye, not because his bandaging technique was too rough, but because he only had one eye on the left side at all!

On the right, where there should have been the same clear eye, the eye was gone, and not only that, but the eye socket was also gone, and there was a dense scar made of muscles and muscles, and only a black slit thinner than a hair remained in the middle of the scar.

The muscles and muscles were like creatures attached to him, with the nucleus of the eyeballs as the core, spreading out in all directions. There is new and old, pink and brown are stacked together, and the chin is twisted from the corner of the forehead to the other side, and it is actually the whole face!

The young man did not notice the half-calm and half-frightened eyes outside the window, and calmly bent down, picked up a handful of water and threw it on his face.

The clear droplets of water meandered down the scar, looking terrifying, and Shi Qingran even gave birth to the illusion that those jagged muscles were drinking water in this way.

This thought was like a round stone, stuck in her throat and eyes, making her suddenly feel a little sick to her stomach, and the calmness that she had just pretended to come out of her body turned into a cold sweat, and she could barely maintain a stiff appearance.

While she was stunned, she endured the thunder in her abdomen, her legs and feet seemed to have fallen into the realm of innocence with shock, and she grabbed a corner of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan like a walking corpse.

This young man fetched water for a long time, but the process of washing his face was incredibly fast.

Before Shi Qingran could react from the shock, he had already wiped his face indiscriminately, and then picked up the long strip of cloth and wrapped it up again, concocting a head with the same messy strip of cloth as Fang Cai.

At last, he was about to go out with the water, but after a few steps, his steps suddenly froze, and then he turned his head unexpectedly to look in the direction of the window, and the exposed eye flashed with doubt and vigilance at the same time.

Then he lightly lowered the basin in his hand, his steps were lighter than a feather falling to the ground, and he moved quietly to the window, and then pushed violently—

There's no one out there!

There was no one under the window.

The young man seemed to be a little puzzled, but this wonder only existed for a moment and then disappeared.

Soon, he tightened the window with a "bang".

On the eaves, Shi Qingran hugged Song Yuchen's neck tightly, wishing that the whole person was attached to him, and heard the sound of locking in his ears - the young man locked the window from the inside.

Somehow, for a while, she was so confused.

After a few more moments, there was no movement below, and the faint and almost negligible candlelight suddenly went out, and the darkness around them was so thick that it was enough to kill people.

Somehow, the candle used by the little man in the thatched hut to illuminate seemed to have become the last bright light in the entire Yongxian County, and after it was extinguished, there was no trace of light, which was completely different from the royal city with thousands of lights.

Shi Qingran was slightly shivered by the oncoming cold wind, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Song Yuchen, this-"

She had already opened her mouth, but she suddenly couldn't speak, and for a moment she didn't know whether to call the young man a "human" or something else.

It was also the first time that she felt that it was not a problem for Song Yuchen to interrupt others, and it was even quite likable.

Song Yuchen raised a finger and lightly imprinted it on her lips, and said in a voice softer than a movement, "Shhhhhh ”

Shi Qingran, "......"

Originally, her voice was not loud, and she almost held her breath completely when she heard such a sound.

She wanted to roll her eyes, how - when did this person not forget to play chic!

However, looking at Song Yuchen's eyes, she couldn't say half a word, and her white eyes collapsed without momentum.

Song Yuchen looked at her expressionlessly, watching her face turn red and white and red, the bottom of her eyes twitched slightly, and then all her eyes were swept back.

The unique eyes fluttered into the red dust of the years, adding countless passers-by, three points of moonlight and seven points of sword qi, and finally soaked into a handful of dashing and romantic bones.

And at this moment, there were only a few thin layers of clothing between her and this tough merry bone.

Although it was very inappropriate, Shi Qingran still chose to defect decisively, and after a short struggle, he resigned himself to sticking to it, and it was quite tight, and his cheeks were warm and slightly cool on both sides.

On one side is his drumming heartbeat, and on the other side is the hunting night wind.