Evening.

After the group finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest.

She asked the boat runner to bring hot water, and after washing, she let Shen Yanchu, who was waiting outside, enter the house.

Shen Yan was born in the southern country, but whenever conditions permit, he has to bathe every day.

Liu Ruyan stood in the corridor and waited patiently.

After a while, the door was open.

Shen Yanchu asked the little maid to remove the bath bucket, and there were only two people left in the house.

Removing his coat, Shen Yanchu walked to the bed, he stood at the head of the bed, his lips pursed slightly.

Liu Ruyan got into the quilt next door.

"Why don't you sleep?" She asked.

"This bed, a broken leg." He lowered his head and wrinkled his eyebrows.

"The bed with a broken leg...... she said casually, moving to the edge of the bed to free the way inside, "or sleep with me tonight?" ”

After that, he patted the position on his side.

Shen Yanchu fell silent.

After some thought, he took a few books, stacked them, put them on the legs of the bed, and said calmly, "That's it." ”

Then he lay down on his back, but the bed made an inopportune noise.

"Click-"

"What sound?" Liu Ruyan sat up suddenly.

Shen Yanchu's eyebrows jumped, his fingers touched the bed board, and his face was completely dark.

"The plank is cracked."

Liu Ruyan was simply amazed: "Ability, the bed board was also collapsed by you." ”

Shen Yanchu got down to the ground with his clothes and stood beside the bed: "That's it, stay on the ground tonight." ”

"Don't, the river is damp, and besides, this room is small, and the floor is not enough for you to stretch your legs. Why don't we squeeze in? She was kind enough to persuade.

Shen Yan's heart was in sudden arrest.

If it weren't for the frank eyes in her eyes, I would have almost mistakenly thought that this girl was pleased with him.

"The river is windy, let's sleep together, and we can still warm each other." She graciously invited.

Shen Yanchu struggled again and again.

"How?"

Shen Yanchu pursed his lips and was silent.

He is not a worldly person, and in the first few years of his entry into the Cang Ying Sect, he was even more ruthless.

What he did was shocking.

So much so that in just a few years, the surrounding major forces have been purged, but anyone who has dissenting intentions for him will definitely be cut to the roots.

In the end, the Cang Ying Sect became the head of the Demon Gate, and everyone talked about it.

He is resolute in killing, and he is naturally rebellious, even if his anger subsides a lot later, but the strength in his bones will never let him hesitate again and again.

But now, standing in front of the bed, he hesitated.

- To sleep, or not to sleep, that's the question.

"What are you rubbing?" Liu Ruyan urged again and again.

He sighed slowly, turned his back, walked to the table, and blew out the candle.

The surroundings were dark, only the silver moon outside the window was like a hook, and the white waves were like snow.

In the darkness of the night, she felt a corner of the bed sink into the corner, and then someone lay beside her.

She lifted the cloth and kindly covered it for him.

However, as soon as the finger was withdrawn, he was pulled in the palm of his hand.

She looked sideways.

"Don't worry about me." Shen Yanchu let out a faint sound, then let go of his fingers and covered the corners of the quilt for her.

Liu Ruyan answered, and moved her body outside a few more points.

The bed was cramped, and she was afraid of squeezing people.

At this moment, she heard an incomprehensible sigh in her ears.

The couch sounded, Shen Yanchu turned over and got up, half-propped up, and looked down at her.

Liu Ruyan was trapped between her arms, and her eyes were half raised, looking at him.

The eyes are facing each other.

She saw a pair of deep eyes.

That eye was so heavy that it was frightening.

Liu Ruyan was vigilant, she subconsciously arched her body, like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered and swallowed.

Xu felt her nervousness, Shen Yan Chufu lowered his head, gently pillowed on her neck, and sighed: "You say, what should I do with you?" ”

He was half-prostrated on top of her, his voice muffled and hoarse.

Liu Ruyan heard his chest vibrate, but his heart was filled with strange emotions.

She grew up in a pile of men and had seen people go crazy with lust.

Just like Shen Yanchu's eyes when he looked at her just now, he looked very much like those people.

But, how could it be.

Not to mention the exercises he has practiced, a person has long been cold and accustomed to it, how can he have lust and be crazy about desire?

Perhaps, but she was wrong?

Lonely night.

Liu Ruyan stared at him.

Just now, was it really wrong?

She pondered in her heart, and strange emotions lingered.

At that moment, the man was half-prostrate, his breath shining warmly on the side of his neck, and she suddenly remembered the touch between his lips.

Gentle, soft, lingering, lingering, lingering.

She suddenly felt a little tightness in her chest, and her heart was a little panicked.

Thinking of her teaching him to make water, the two of them soaked in the river, disheveled, and cold-eyed.

I remembered that she was holding his waist, and her palms seemed to iron hot irons......

She couldn't help but think about it, and her cheeks began to heat. Seventeen years in a flash, does she miss a man too?

It shouldn't be.

An ordinary girl has already fallen in love at this age, but she can't think of any other feelings with him besides brotherhood......

Without waiting to clear her thoughts, Shen Yanchu lay down beside her and slept on the edge of the bed.

"You can't sleep well at night, go inside and sleep." He said.

Liu Ruyan answered, changed places with him, and moved to the bed, with a thin quilt between the two.

She turned sideways, stared at his back, and before she knew it, she had been looking at him for a long time.

The moonlight shined through the window and fell on him, as if it had crossed a layer of hoarfrost.

She looked at the lonely back, and for some reason, she felt so far away.

Far away, she wanted to get closer.

Approaching, holding that seemingly cold and hard heart.

She reached out and scooped up a strand of black hair scattered on the pillow and held it in her hand.

Cold, dark, and without temperature, just like his indifferent bearing, mean words, only gradually get along, can only be noticed.

- He was originally a cold man, but he did all the warm things; A proud body, but with tenderness.

It's a pity that no one is willing to be patient and peel off the layers of hard shells for him and hold out a warm heart.

All the while, no one knew about him.

Liu Ruyan wrapped a strand of hair around her fingertips and fell into thoughts, but unexpectedly, the person who was originally carrying her suddenly turned around, and a pair of eyes fell on her face.

Unexpectedly, her palms loosened his hair.

Shen Yanchu looked at her, fading away from the indifference of the past, and there was a little more obscurity in his eyes.

Under such a gaze, Liu Ruyan's chest thumped uncontrollably, like a falling drumbeat.

One time.

Again.

It slammed into her heart.

She wrinkled her eyebrows and curled up her palms to stabilize her messy mind.

Shen Yanchu stared at her for a moment, and finally turned around and lay on his back on the couch, looking at the top of his head with a pair of cold eyes.

He suddenly asked, "In the future, do you plan to go back to Liujiazhuang?" ”

She was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes." ”

Shen Yanchu endured again and again, and finally asked: "Have you ever thought about going to Dali?" ”

"Dali?" She pondered for a moment, "Dali is far away in the south...... I guess I'm not used to it...... But why go to Dali? ”

He paused.

"It's better to stay in Beihan." He said lightly.

When the matter of Dali was over, he went back to the Northern Han Dynasty to find her.