The sand rain fell with a bang, stirring up a choking puff of flying ash, and after a moment it was calm again, leaving only a pile of sand dunes.

Weaving Dream's eyes trembled, but he couldn't open his eyes, and tried to move his body, which seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, extremely heavy, and there was a trace of blood on the tip of his nose.

But...... Strangely, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

There was a sound of a heartbeat in her ears, and her heart calmed down.

Because she was surrounded in a gentle and reliable embrace.

In that moment of danger, Zhu'an flew over and grabbed her shoulders with one hand and pulled her into his arms, pressing her down, she was firmly protected under him, his back arched, and he built a small arched bridge for her, leaving a safe harbor for her, blocking the heavy falling yellow sand alone.

I felt the man on her body move slightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she listened to his heartbeat more and more clearly.

He carefully guarded her body and spoke, his voice muffled with a hint of hoarseness, his chest vibrating slightly.

"Ameng, are you okay?"

Her voice was as usual and she couldn't hear any discomfort, but she knew that she was hurt.

The weight of the sand falling rapidly from such a high place on the back can be imagined, and it is possible that the spine is crushed in this way, and then buried to death by the accumulated sand in a sudden situation that it is too late to protect itself with internal force.

Blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth, and the faint smell of blood was entangled with the clear breath on his body, lingering at the tip of her nose.

It was clearly dangerous, but this person still rushed over desperately and firmly protected her.

It was clear that he had suffered all the damage, but he didn't say a word, and he opened his mouth to ask if she was okay.

Weaving Dream nodded, afraid that he wouldn't see it, stretched out his hand, put his fingers on his back and squeezed it into the accumulated sand, trying to remove some weight for him, hugged him tightly, and answered.

How can it be bad to have him to protect you?

A thousand words came to my heart, but I didn't know how to speak.

The sudden hug, like a soft rabbit in his arms, trembled imperceptibly, and in the small space he supported, such a hug was extremely close and clear, and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard.

Poof, poof, all at once, like thunder falling, still in my ears.

It was clearly an inopportune occasion, but the tenderness in his heart still filled his heart little by little with the sound of his heartbeat, crawling up every inch of his body, burrowing into every vein, covering every bone, like a trapped beast, roaring and screaming to drill out of his chest, and then exposed to Weaving Dreams, so that she could see through his whole person and soul.

Zhu'an gasped lightly and called her in a low voice, his voice low and hoarse, like the most tender love words.

"...... Amon"

Before she could respond, the next second, a hand gently pressed against the back of her head and took her up.

His breath suddenly approached, instantly drowning her.

In the darkness, he lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

With his full affection, it was like a long river that had been flooded and finally collapsed

The embankment flows out of the gentle that can destroy the world.

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The storm has stopped, and the disaster will pass.

The gloom that had been entrenched in the sky finally dissipated, and the light of the sky was shining from the distant clouds with a gentle halo of light, which illuminated the clouds as brilliant as the burning clouds of a summer evening.

It's so gentle that it makes people's eyes burn.

People who survived the catastrophe cheered loudly, hugged their relatives and friends, and were noisy and joyful, especially in the world.

Weaving Dream sat in the sand, only to feel that his face was still burning badly.

Ahh

Why did she just leave her eyes open stupidly!

Although the light was extremely dim in the small space under the sand, she could still see the appearance of Zhu'an leaning over with her eyes lowered.

There was a faint smell of blood in her mouth, as if he had imprinted his whole person into her bones, which was unforgettable.

It's just a shallow kiss that is affectionate and polite, like a feather falling from the snow, but it makes her flustered, and even her breathing and heartbeat have to stop, and the gentleness and cherishment make her heart sore and painful.

Brother......

Then Zhu'an took her into his arms to protect her, stood up directly, the sand piled up behind him fell down, as he gradually stood up, the sight of the two also returned to clarity, Zhu'an leaned back and directly broke through the thick sand dunes, just standing in front of her, like a sharp sword standing up to the sky.

Zhu'an looked down at her, the tenderness in his eyes was undisguised, like a pool surface wrinkled by the spring breeze, rippling, and his face was handsome with bewitchment.

"Ameng, that ...... Don't be so nervous next time, cough ......."

He said something that made people blush, and there was a smile on his lips, which made her more and more ashamed.

Ah, my brother is in ...... What are you talking about?

But when she saw that although Zhu'an looked as usual, the tips of her ears were so red that her heart fluttered faster, and she was shy and couldn't help but be full of joy.

She sat in the sand, not knowing what to do with her hands and feet.

Looking at her shy appearance, Zhu An turned his head slightly and became shy, the feelings in Fang Cai's heart were like a storm that was too noisy, which directly disturbed his thoughts, his brain was hot, and he couldn't help himself, and he just wanted to kiss those red lips.

It was exceptionally soft to the touch, with her flavor that he ...... Loved it.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his cheeks became, he let out a low breath and coughed a little uncomfortably to hide his panic, and reached out towards Weaving Dreams, ready to pull her up.

As soon as there was a flower in front of her, Weaving Dream was thrown into the sand again, she was choked by the fluttering dust, and she couldn't help coughing.

The two men who fell on her grabbed her clothes and cried.

"Woo...... Big sister ......"

"Woo...... Borrowing ......"

The little girl carefully carried the straw hat of Dream Weaving and grabbed the placket of Dream Weaving, and Xiao Douding was followed by her, and the two of them were dragging Dream Weaving's clothes and crying profusely.

Chaian smiled and withdrew his hand.

There was also an old couple behind them, all dressed as simple ordinary people, and when they saw the children crying, they smiled apologetically at Zhu'an, "See it." ”

Zhu'an smiled and shook his head.

"Ahem, you guys...... Ahem, I'm out of breath......"

Weaving Dream calmed down and reached out to pat them on the back, motioning for them to get up first, and then the sister and brother wiped their tears and got up from her in a panic.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pull you up!"

The two of them rushed to help Weaving Dream up and helped her pat the dust on her body.

The husband and wife walked over and pulled the two children, patted them on the back, and the family bent down to sincerely thank Weaving Dreams.

The man was honest and honest, looking a little shy, "Thank you girl for saving us and saving our children." ”

"It's all because we're useless parents, so we just ran away in a panic, the wind and sand are too big and I can't find the two children suddenly, it's really bad for me......" The child's mother said and covered her face and sobbed, and suddenly separated from the children, she was really frightened, and she still feels palpitations.

They are just ordinary people, scattered in the wind and sand, unable to find a pair of children at all, anxious, always worrying, for fear that something will happen to them, as if the sky is falling.

Fortunately, the two children ran into Weaving Dreams as soon as they ran away and saved them directly.

The little girl took off the straw hat and handed it to Weaving Dream with both hands, her eyes shining, with gratitude and respect, she said loudly, as if they had made a promise.

"Big sister, I've been obediently waiting for you behind the stones, I have watched my brother well, we haven't run around, my sister entrusted me with the treasure, I have been holding it well, I haven't lost it, now I can return it to my sister, I did it, I didn't break my promise!"

Weaving Dream raised his eyes and glanced at Zhu'an, who stood quietly and looked at her, with a warm smile, as if praising her for doing a good job.

Although no one knew that it was Chase An who drove away the sand bandits behind and prevented the sand bandits from continuing to make trouble, but the person he hoped to be recognized and grateful to was Weaving Dreams, because she saved everyone in the face of the storm alone, and what he did was not worth mentioning.

Weaving Dream smiled and stretched out her hand, took the grass hat handed over by the little girl's hands, and with a flick of her fingertips, a small flower with fluorescence appeared in her hand, and the small flower formed by the leakage of internal force was not a real flower, although it had an entity, it would only dissipate and not wither.

She handed the little flower in her hand to the little girl.

"Well, that's good, we didn't break our promise!"

(End of chapter)