Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

The next day, the sky was clear and the wind was light.

The sun rises outside the window, and the morning light shines through the slightly yellowed branches and leaves, casting swaying shadows on the wall. Countless spots of light dance on the window, and light and shadow interweave.

The breeze blew up the layers of sky-blue gauze, and the sunlight shone in through the window, illuminating the two figures sleeping in each other's arms.

Zhang Qiling slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Hanyan who was sleeping soundly. Her snow-white skin was dotted with red marks.

He looked at those marks, thinking of everything that happened last night. His eyes were deep, with a faint red shimmering at the corners of his eyes, and his breathing began to become gradually disordered.

Zhang Hanyan seemed to feel his burning gaze. She moved her body slightly and immediately let out a painful groan with a frown on her face.

"Yanyan."

That cry of pain made Zhang Qiling's heart tighten immediately.

"Yan Yan, where does it hurt?"

His brows were deeply furrowed, and he stared at Zhang Hanyan who had just woken up, feeling a little distressed in his heart.

He reached out and gently stroked her slightly flushed cheek, smoothing her furrowed brows bit by bit.

Zhang Hanyan turned her eyes away, not daring to look at him. Her ears turned red. She pursed her lips. Her body seemed to be still stained with his scent. Thinking back to everything that happened last night, her face also became red.

"I'm fine, you go out, I need to get dressed."

After she finished speaking, she began to feel her face getting hot again. It was clearly autumn with a howling cold wind, but the room felt inexplicably stuffy.

Zhang Qiling turned his head to look at the clothes scattered on the ground, gently let her go, got up from the bed, picked up the clothes one by one, and put them on.

Outside the gauze curtain, the rustling sound was particularly obvious in this quiet room.

Zhang Hanyan turned her head slightly and took a look. His figure was slender and elegant, like a carefully crafted work of art.

Zhang Qiling has a tight and strong waist, his abdominal muscles are faintly visible, and his legs are long and straight, revealing an indescribable charm.

She was so stunned that she didn't even notice him looking up at her.

He was amused by her silly look, which made his eyebrows soften even more. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and his face was shining.

"Yan Yan, does it look good?"

The voice was low and gentle, exuding a hint of tenderness and doting.

"nice."

After Zhang Hanyan finished speaking, she realized what she had said. In an instant, she turned her head away, clenched her hands, and her cheeks flushed red.

Zhang Qiling looked at her shy appearance, lowered his head and smiled silently. He turned and walked to the closet, opened it, and took out a set of clean clothes.

"Yan Yan, I'll put it on for you, okay?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, frowned and chuckled, looking at Zhang Hanyan who covered herself with the quilt.

He reached out and gently removed the quilt covering her head. His eyes never left her face, as if he wanted to engrave her every smile and frown in his heart, forever.

"I...I can do it myself."

Zhang Hanyan wanted to sit up and take the dress in his hand. When she slowly stood up, an unspeakable pain surged through her body, and she suddenly couldn't move.

Zhang Qiling noticed something was wrong with her and immediately reached out to help her sit up. The quilt covering her body slipped off, leaving red marks all over her shoulders.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down secretly, and his wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly because of his forbearance.

"Yan Yan, don't move."

His dark eyes were filled with emotion, his voice was hoarse, and when he was dressing her, his fingers kept trembling, as if he was trying his best to endure.

"Does it still hurt?"

He asked, and Zhang Hanyan nodded imperceptibly.

"I'm going out to buy breakfast. You wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."

"it is good."

Zhang Hanyan agreed softly and watched him pick up the dirty clothes on the floor and walk out. After the door was closed again, she immediately lay down on her back.

She tried her best to endure the pain in her waist and body, turned over to lie on her side, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhang Qiling stood quietly in front of the breakfast shop, waiting for the person in front of him to leave. Wu Xie, who was sitting in the shop, saw him at a glance.

"Here, little brother, come in and sit and wait."

Wu Xie smiled and waved at him. He looked back and after seeing Wu Xie, he walked out of the crowd and sat in the empty seat opposite Wu Xie.

"Brother, you came out alone to buy breakfast. Is Han Yan sleeping in again?"

"Ah."

Zhang Qiling lowered his head and smiled silently, concealing the soft light in his eyes, and the smile at the corners of his mouth spread out.

Wu Xie looked at him in confusion, with a strong sense of doubt and curiosity rising in his heart.

He secretly complained in his heart, strange, why does it seem that the young man is particularly happy today? Did he win the lottery?

That shouldn't be the case. He and Han Yan are so rich. Even if he won the first prize, that little bit of money would not be worth his while.

Then why is he so happy? I have never seen him so happy before.

Wu Xie was about to ask when the breakfast Zhang Qiling ordered was already packed and placed in front of him. He paid and stood up with the breakfast.

"gone."

After Zhang Qiling finished speaking, he took the things he had bought and turned around and strode away.

"Strange, when he left today, he even specifically said, 'This is the first time in the universe?' I'll have to explain this to Fatty when I get back."

Wu Xie quickly finished his breakfast, returned to the shop and called Fatty.

After a busy tone, the call was connected. The fat man's drowsy voice was heard on the phone, and it sounded like he was still asleep.

Wu Xie looked up at the clock. It was nine o'clock in the morning. According to Fatty's schedule, he should be sleeping soundly at this time.

"Hey, Tian Zhen, I'm sorry for disturbing your sweet dreams so early in the morning. If you don't have anything important to do, I'll chase you to Hangzhou and assassinate you. Do you believe me?"

"Okay, stop making fun of me, Fatty. I encountered something even stranger than seeing a ghost today. Guess what it was?"

"What? If you want to say it, just say it now. Don't keep me in suspense. I'm confused and don't want to guess."

The fat man pulled the quilt closer and listened to Wu Xie with half-closed eyes.

"I met this guy at the breakfast shop today. Guess what? He looked particularly happy today. When he left, he even said hello to me!

In the past, this was something that I would never have dared to think about. Fatty, do you think this guy has encountered a ghost? Why does he look so abnormal? "

After listening to Wu Xie's story, Fatty's eyes rolled and his mind immediately became active.

After a moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and he jumped up, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Tian Zhen, if what you said is true, then the pillowcase with the picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water that Yun Cai embroidered for Xiao Ge and Han Yan should be put to use soon."

"What do you mean?"

Wu Xie hesitated for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fatty, you mean, they..."

"Yeah, it's just what you think, naive. Remember to prepare the wedding gifts in advance. I have to choose carefully too. That's it. I'm hanging up."

After Fatty hung up the call, Wu Xie and Fatty began to search everywhere for unique treasures.

Wu Xie even took advantage of Wu Sanxing's absence to sneak into his treasure house and looted countless good things.