Qi Cun could tell that it was a code between him and his subordinates.

Get up and open the window, open the hidden buckle on the window sill, there is a small note hidden in it, and after unfolding it, I see: Zhang Zuo has a different collar, and he wants to break the net, be careful.

Qi Cun pinched the paper, and suddenly there was a sound of futon rubbing on the couch.

The sound was very subtle in the darkness, but it was still captured by Qi Cun.

He was stunned: "Ah Yuan, what are you doing?" Qiao Yuan didn't expect to be noticed, so he was so frightened that he stopped.

After a while, Qi Cun under the bed seemed to see that she didn't respond, and slowly stopped talking.

Qiao Yuan bit his lip and waited for a gentle breath from under the bed before continuing.

A body approached silently, suddenly holding her down.

Qiao Yuan subconsciously wanted to scream, and his lips were covered.

The night is quiet, and if you wake up the eldest mother, you may think they are doing something.

Qiao Yuan slapped his hand away in shame, and in the process, that hand accidentally touched his waist,

Qiao Yuan gasped.

His shoulders were held by large hands, and his whole body was turned around.

Qi Cun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his gaze fall on her face.

For a moment, as if to make sure there was nothing wrong with her face, the gaze slowly lowered again.

The solid color bedgown was lifted, and the snow-white waist was exposed.

Qi Cun could see things in the dark, and naturally he saw the terrifying two fingerprints on his waist.

Qiao Yuan lowered his eyes and hurriedly tried to tear off his clothes, but was grabbed by his hand.

In the darkness, I seemed to hear the man sigh deeply, as if angry and helpless.

"Little ancestor, why don't you tell me why it hurts?"

Angry? What right does he have to be angry, she is not all harmed by him.

Qiao Yuan got up and broke away from his hand: "You go away, I don't want to see you." “

She thought that Qi Cun had worked hard outside to farm the land, helped him sew clothes, brought him food, and even followed him for more than the specified hours at night.

She can sleep when she wants to say anything, she doesn't need to move, how can she sleep if he moves like that.

Qiao Yuan was angry and aggrieved, and he was lying to her for all this feeling.

From the beginning, she didn't come to Gongzhou voluntarily, saying that she couldn't do without her, but it didn't turn out that she was left at home and went out early and returned late.

If she was in Beijing, she could still go to a few banquets to find her little sister to relieve her boredom, but now she was taken to this unfamiliar place, so she had to stay in this square inch all day.

Qiao Yuan's nose was sour, and he turned around and didn't want to look at him, "I want to go back to Shangjing." “

She didn't want to stay in this place anymore, she didn't want to be idle every day, the only thing she could do was sit in the house and wait for him to come back.

A solid wall of flesh was attached to her back, and a large warm hand reached over and gently rubbed her waist.

There was a stagnation

"I'm sorry." After a long time, Qiao Yuan heard a hoarse voice coming from behind, "I'll arrange for someone to send you back tomorrow." “

His voice was harsh, as if he was trying to disguise himself as normal, not wanting her to find out that something was wrong.

"Don't drive me away."

What he is most afraid of is Qiao Yuan's rejection of him, he can promise her everything, don't drive him away, okay?

Qiao Yuan pushed him away angrily, "You go down quickly, I'm going to sleep." “

After a long time, Qi Cun said: "I'll help you rub your waist, it won't hurt if you rub it, and I'll go down when you fall asleep." “

Qiao Yuan's fingers were slender and weak, and he had no effect after rubbing them for a long time just now, his big hands were warm and his strength was moderate.

In the end, Qiao Yuan still followed him, yawned, and leaned on Qi Cun's warm arms: "When I fall asleep, you will go down." “

Qi Cun's voice was terrifyingly low, "Hmm. “

Qiao Yuan slowly fell into a deep sleep.

In the second half of the night, half-asleep and half-awake, Yingrun's arms were stretched, Qiao Yuan's hands were groping for something, trying to find the familiar person next to the bed, but he felt a cold.

Qiao Yuan is afraid of cold, and her body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, in the past, as soon as the weather was cold, Jinshu would have to stuff soup in her quilt, otherwise her body would be as cold as ice.

But since Qi Cun slept with her, she didn't need those foreign objects anymore.

He had long hands and feet, and his chest was hot, and he held him like a stove.

Qiao Yuan always unconsciously approached the heat source at night, and when he woke up in the morning, he found that his whole body was shrunk in Qi Cun's arms, and his face was flushed with heat.

Now there is no temperature in this half of the bed.

The pink fingertips were frozen by the sheets, and Qiao Yuan came back to his senses, yes, Qi Cun was driven by her to lay on the floor.

It seems that Qi Cun did keep his promise tonight and went down after she fell asleep.

Qiao Yuan curled up in the quilt and looked sideways out.

Outside the hazy gauze tent, a resolute figure can be seen sleeping on the ground.

Qi Cun was born tall and big, even if he was lying down, his body undulated more obviously than ordinary people, like a hill, and a layer of shadows fell on the ground.

His strength is also amazing, his muscles are like iron casting, and he can pick up the little beauty with one hand.

Qiao Yuan bit his fingertips, hesitated, lifted the gauze tent slightly, and poked his head out.

Qi Cun lay quietly flat, the quilt on his abdomen, and his breathing was smooth.

Qiao Yuan got off the bed lightly, quietly lifted his quilt, and got in.

Qi Cun didn't wake up, subconsciously hugged this soft body, rubbed her arm, touched the slightly cool skin, and pulled the quilt to her chin.

A large iron hand wrapped around her thin shoulder, pressed her against her chest, and then gradually stopped moving.

This set of movements is skillful, as if it has been done a thousand times.

Qiao Yuan lay on the man's body, his cheeks pressed against his fluctuating heartbeat, his whole body was ironed by the warm body temperature, and his body warmed up at once.

She didn't move at first, because she knew that Qi Cun didn't sleep deeply day and night, and sometimes she had nightmares or wanted to drink water, and as soon as she moved, Qi Cun woke up.

Today, Qi Cun somehow was obviously asleep, and Qiao Yuan's stumbling movement didn't wake him up.

Maybe he didn't want to wake up, because waking up was a new day, the day when Qiao Yuan was going to leave him and go back to Beijing.

Calm returned to the house.

After a while, making sure that he would not wake up, Qiao Yuan straightened up slightly.

The moon is like practice.

By the moonlight, Qiao Yuan quietly looked at the face beside him.

The skin is bronzed, with deep facial features and sharp contours. The bridge of the nose is as high as a mountain, and the lips are pursed in a straight line, giving people a sense of impersonalness.

But such cold and hard lips were hot when they fell on her face. The lips are close to each other, one side is slightly hard, the other side is as soft as a cloud, and the hardness is completely immersed in the soft fragrance, starting from the corners of the lips to moisten a little bit, until it holds the full red lip.

As if no amount of pity was enough, I looked forward to being able to draw sweetness from it, and every time I parted, the petal-like lips could not be seen.

Qiao Yuan couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his delicate fingers pressed against the corners of his lips, and pushed it up, and the cold and hard lines suddenly became funny.

Let him always bully her.

(End of chapter)