A Word (1)

The midday sun slanted, casting all the shadows of the branches and the ruined temple on the ground, and then people came and went from time to time, as if they wanted to trample on the spots.

Even Yu Yan didn't know where to find the eight-lift sedan chair, and the eye-catching red color made everything look very festive.

Li Tuo's injury naturally made it impossible for him to gallop wildly, so he had to lie down in the sedan chair peacefully, and the frightened Jian Zhu also entered to take care of Li Tuo.

Li Tuoyi was in front of Jian Zhu, and his head was also resting on the palm of Jian Zhu's thigh. Then he stared at Jian Zhu's delicate chin with big eyes, and after a while, Jian Zhu was red-faced.

This was originally a sedan chair for marriage, of course Jian Zhu thought about what he looked like he was sitting in it in his heart, of course, wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a hijab on his head, in the lively noise and crackling firecrackers, he was sent to her husband's house.

That day will be someone else's bride, that night will be opened by someone to bud the body of a virgin, and in the future maybe you will conceive a baby, and then husband and child, until you are old.

Every time she thought of this, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl tensed her instep, and her long, solid and slender legs rubbed against each other slightly.

Now, of course, Jian Zhu's legs can't move.

Now, Jian Zhu is even more ashamed than when he thinks alone in the boudoir.

Not only because Li Tuo was almost lying on his lap, but also because those unclosing eyes looked at him tightly.

Thinking that he was bare chest and warmed with him last night, Jian Zhu's face was also red and hot.

Suddenly, there was an idea.

Could Li Tuo have woken up last night?

Jian Zhu was even more flustered, and then hurriedly covered Li Tuo's eyes with one hand.

Li Tuo struggled, but he still flattened his mouth helplessly.

But in the end, he didn't speak.

One is because he is ashamed, and the other is because he is too tired.

So much has happened in the past two days.

From the group being targeted and encircled, to Li Tuo's waist being stabbed and falling, Jian Zhu jumped into the river to prevent Li Tuo's fall but was also swept by the river. Immediately afterwards, Li Tuo carried the beautiful woman to a shelter from the rain with difficulty, and fell down in front of the temple gate one step away. At this time, fortunately, Jian Zhu, who woke up, took care of him and snuggled up in one place to survive that cold night. Then he met the three envoys from the fire gate, no matter how endless the scheming is, if he didn't arrive in time, he would definitely be dead.

Such a near-miss survival naturally brought the two closer together.

Jian Zhu casually glanced at Li Tuo, and could feel that the qi he spit in his palm was calm and pure, and he should have fallen asleep.

So he removed his hand that was covering his eyes.

There was a little shame and a little brightness in his eyes, and after hesitating for a while, he cautiously poked out a finger and slid it slightly over the face that was not very good-looking, but had good facial features.

Li Tuo was originally an extremely cautious person, a person who would wake up at the slightest breeze, but now he was motionless and fell asleep.

Maybe it's because he's too tired, or maybe it's reassuring in Jian Zhu's arms.

Two souls that could not intersect kept touching each other in just a few days, as if they had become an indispensable link to each other.

And what happened next between the two?

That will be said later.

The sedan chair fell and landed in the room rented by Lian Yuyan.