Zhou Song found a clean towel and stood behind Ye Xingchuan.

"What are you going to do......

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Song covered his head with a towel and wiped it slowly.

"It's the first time I've helped wipe someone's hair......," Zhou Song said jokingly.

"I know you're going to say the next thing, 'I'll wipe your hair, and you'll be content.'" Ye Xingchuan interrupted.

Ye Xingchuan guessed seventy-seven-eighty-eight, Zhou Song smiled, didn't say anything, and patiently helped him wipe his hair.

Zhou Song's hand strength was moderate, and he carefully helped him pick up his hair and wipe it little by little, for fear that he would accidentally pull it and hurt him.

She rubbed her hair from the ends to the roots, gently placed her hand on Ye Xingchuan's head, and gently rubbed it.

Ye Xingchuan was rubbed in his heart, as if Zhou Song's hands were rubbing his heart lightly, or rather, teasing.

"Is the fire hot? You're so red. ”

Zhou Song carefully helped him wipe it, but found that his face was getting redder and redder, and he couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Ye Xingchuan immediately shook his head silently, and Zhou Song immediately understood that he was shy, so he didn't say anything, and continued to help him wipe it.

"This scar is so heavy, doesn't it hurt?"

Zhou Song carefully looked at the scar on the back of Ye Xingchuan's neck, writhing on his skin like a centipede, and the marks of burns, Zhou Song really couldn't imagine how to make such a terrible scar.

Ye Xingchuan immediately touched the scar uncomfortably and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's ugly, right?" ”

Zhou Song didn't speak, but took Ye Xingchuan's hand away and gradually got closer.

Ye Xingchuan felt the warm breath that erupted from him, his ears were so hot that he couldn't help but straighten his waist and hide forward: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Be careful."

Zhou Song hurriedly grabbed him, circled him in the stool, and if he leaned forward any further, he would throw himself on the stove.

She looked at Ye Xingchuan's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "Ye Xingchuan, we have all done more excessive things than this, what are you shy about?" ”

"We haven't done anything at all." Ye Xingchuan retorted.

"Really?" Zhou Song smiled, didn't say anything, and rubbed Ye Xingchuan's head again, but Ye Xingchuan slapped his hands away with a look of disgust.

She didn't care either, and said, "Okay, let's sleep." ”

"There's only one bed here." Ye Xingchuan sat on the stool and didn't move.

When Zhou Song heard it, he laughed again: "You're here, what are you pretending?" Didn't I ask you to come over and sleep together? ”

"Zhou Song, are you sick?!" Ye Xingchuan couldn't help but scold.

Ye Xingchuan admitted that he occasionally felt a sense of excitement for her, but it was just a momentary confusion, Zhou Song's actions in his previous life have always been unforgettable in his heart, no matter who he has physical contact with, there should be this kind of numbness like being gnawed by mosquitoes, so Zhou Song is not special to him.

"Isn't it just sleeping, General Ye won't think about other things, right?"

Zhou Song joked, to be honest, no matter how Ye Xingchuan understands it, she can, she just wants to stay with Ye Xingchuan.

"I didn't." Ye Xingchuan replied resolutely.

"In that case, then General Ye will go to sleep." Zhou Song said.

"I don't sleep with you." Ye Xingchuan Road.

"Do you want me to tie you up and throw you on the bed?"

Zhou Song smiled, Ye Xingchuan knew that he could definitely do this kind of thing, and immediately ran to the side of the bed obediently: "I sleep, but you can't be with me." ”

"Okay," Zhou Song nodded unexpectedly, blowing out the lights in the room, and the whole room instantly fell into darkness, only the faint light of the fire emitted from the stove, "Sleep, I blew the lamp." ”

Her unusual thoughtfulness made Ye Xingchuan a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only slowly get into the quilt and close his eyes uneasily.

Although he closed his eyes, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and listened attentively to what Zhou Song was doing.

Zhou Song just slowly sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him quietly, and did nothing.

"Ye Xingchuan......" Suddenly, Zhou Song spoke, "Do you know, during the time of separation, I was almost worried to death. ”

Ye Xingchuan was silent for a long time, and Zhou Song thought he was asleep, so he spoke: "Then why do you still want to leave?" ”

"Because," Zhou Song paused, and continued, "If I don't leave, the Divine Machine Pavilion will only entangle you, and your injuries will not be cured." ”

"So what?" Ye Xingchuan sat up suddenly, he hated Zhou Song's approach, maybe Zhou Song's approach was right, but not saying goodbye hurt him for a long time, he even thought that this person who had been with him was unwilling to ask for him, "This is the reason why you don't say goodbye?" You didn't even want to turn to me that day. ”

Zhou Song was frightened by his words, she didn't know that Ye Xingchuan would care about herself so much, she was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I'm sorry." ”

"You say you're worried, don't I worry?"

"I ......"

Zhou Song was a little stunned, she had never thought that Ye Xingchuan would worry about herself, and she was even afraid that Ye Xingchuan would hate her compulsive actions.

She simply didn't say anything, and went straight up to find Ye Xingchuan's lips.

Ye Xingchuan knew what she was going to do, and covered her mouth angrily, but this move seemed to have become a convenience for Zhou Song.

Zhou Song grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand in front of him.

"What are you going to do......" Ye Xingchuan's voice was no longer aggressive before, and it was full of greenness.

Zhou Song didn't answer, but dropped a gentle kiss in his palm, kissing Ye Xingchuan's heart for a while, Zhou Song kissed him on his hand in pieces, he looked at Zhou Song from time to time, and the raging flames in the furnace were reflected in her eyes, which was very aggressive.

The dry lips rubbed affectionately against the calloused palms, a little itchy, a little scratchy.

Ye Xingchuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, he felt a burst of heat in his body, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't control it and wanted more.

Ye Xingchuan's initiative made Zhou Song even more excited, and he frolicked with Ye Xingchuan to his heart's content.

It was the middle of winter, and it was snowing heavily, and the stove inside the house was burning and crackling.

The originally cold air seemed to have melted with passion, becoming hot and humid, covering the bare skin of the two of them.

Zhou Song and Ye Xingchuan interlocked their fingers, crossed his hand, straddled Ye Xingchuan's waist, and pecked his lips.

Ye Xingchuan was unconsciousness when she kissed him, and his whole body was soft.

Zhou Song's body also softened, and the whole person was lying in Ye Xingchuan's arms, Ye Xingchuan took advantage of the situation to wrap around her waist tightly, and then moved forward to entangle with her lips and tongue, and even a little anti-guest.

They all kissed a little breathlessly, Zhou Song wanted to run back, but Ye Xingchuan wrapped one hand around her waist and held the back of her head with the other hand to prevent her from escaping.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Song mischievously bit Ye Xingchuan's tongue, and Ye Xingchuan let go.

"Ye Xingchuan, compared to me, you are still inferior."

Somehow, although Zhou Song is a woman, her strength is surprisingly great, and Ye Xingchuan can't break free no matter how hard she struggles.

was pressed under a woman, stripped naked, up and down his hands, and even because he was inexperienced, he was cowardly in front of the other party, Ye Xingchuan didn't mention how ashamed he was.

But he soon quieted down, he was full of lust that he didn't vent, whether he resolutely resisted or wanted to refuse and welcome, Zhou Song felt that it was up to debate.

In the last moments of joy, they invariably left their mark on each other.

……

They spent the night in that town, and then hurried back to Thunder Hidden City, where they found the little bug, who was still sleeping in the original inn.

Zhou Song and Sheng Feiying agreed to drink tea alone, Sheng Feiying looked like he had something to say to her from the moment he saw Zhou Song, and Zhou Song also guessed that he was not far from ten, most likely to talk to her about Elder Fuyao.

"Miss Zhou, are you ......?"

"Let's just call me Zhou Song." Zhou Song interrupted.

Sheng Feiying nodded: "Well, Zhou Song, I want to ask you ......"

Halfway through speaking, Sheng Feiying didn't know how to speak, thought for a while, and then said, "Elder Fuyao said, you exchanged your thirty years of true qi and half of your martial arts for my life?" ”

Zhou Song saw that she already knew, and there was no need to pretend to be stupid, so he said bluntly: "Well, otherwise what can be exchanged for a life?" ”

When Sheng Feiying heard that she didn't deny it, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Zhou Song, you don't need to do this. ”

Zhou Song took a sip of tea nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "Didn't the Buddhists say, 'Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter'?" So I do good deeds too. ”

"But, you don't have thirty years to live, is it worth it?" Sheng Fei's English became even more anxious.

"Sheng Feiying, this is your life, do you think it's worth it?"

Zhou Song's question left her speechless, of course she wanted to live, but she didn't want to survive in this way of owing others her life.

"Zhou Song, I don't know what you think, but since you saved me, don't think about getting rid of me." Sheng Feiying said.

Zhou Song couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth when he was provoked by her words: "Miss Sheng's words have a hint of personal promise. ”

Sheng Feiying was immediately nervous by what she said, and said hesitantly: "I just want to repay the grace of saving my life." ”

Zhou Song didn't continue to tease her, and said, "Okay, but please keep this matter in your heart and don't tell anyone." ”

Sheng Feiying nodded, she understood Zhou Song's thoughts, but she always felt guilty about her, and some of the doubts she had about Zhou Song before also disappeared. It's just that Elder Fuyao's words to her still echo in her ears—

"You take this thing well, at the critical moment, you must hand it over to Miss Zhou, and it can be regarded as the old man's modest contribution to the danger in the future."

Before she left Elder Fuyao's residence, Elder Fuyao handed over a small medicine bottle to herself, Sheng Feiying was of course extremely puzzled: "What is this?" ”

Elder Fuyao sold Guan Zi as always: "But you naturally know." ”

Sheng Feiying asked: "What does 'critical moment' mean, and what does 'future danger' mean?" ”

But Elder Fuyao always just shook his head incomprehensibly, leaving a rather deceitful sentence:

"There are all kinds of fate, there are cause and effect, I just hope that the girl will not discern the wrong time and regret it."

Asked again, the other party no longer answered, and Sheng Feiying could only leave with regrets.

She pondered these words for a long time, and now, she had found Zhou Song, but she didn't know if it was the right time.

The small green medicine bottle was held in the palm of her hand, rubbing it hot, but it still didn't reach Zhou Song's hand.