Qing Yan

Jing Yan was caught off guard by the sudden force on his back.

Her body was originally leaning towards Yu Wenrui, but at this moment, Yu Wenrui's arms were wrapped around her waist, and she fell into Yu Wenrui's arms without warning.Immediately, the strong smell of medicine from Yu Wenrui surrounded her with a faint smell of blood.

"Worriless—" Jing Yan couldn't help but let out a low cry.

In her entire life, she couldn't find another smell that could make her heart ache and palpitate to the point where it was hard to breathe like the one in front of her.

That low cry mixed with surprise and shyness was heard in Yu Wenrui's ears, and the sounds of nature and the truth of God were far behind.It turns out that no matter how deep or thick the longing is, it can't compare to truly hugging her in my arms!

With her heart fluttering, Yu Wenrui couldn't control herself, and what she was even more afraid of was that Jing Yan would mercilessly push her away after this sound.

Thus, the seriously injured emperor was like a child who was about to be forcibly taken away after tasting the most delicious sweet in the world. She poured all the strength she could use into her right arm and tightly hugged Jing Yan body, desperately pressing her into his arms.

"Injury..." Jing Yan didn't dare to use force, let alone raise her voice, for she was afraid of hurting Yu Wenrui's wound, and worried about disturbing Chai Qi outside the door.

"Don't worry about it!" Yu Wenrui said in a hoarse voice, and at the same time with his arms, he tried his best to lift his neck from the pillow, and approached Jing Yan's smooth forehead, cloud temples, and crow hair, inhaled, and then inhaled until his nose and chest cavity Even the limbs and bones are filled with the breath that belongs to Jing Yan, leaving no gaps.

Jing Yan's chest was sore, her arms were tightly propped on the side of the thin quilt covering Yu Wenrui, trembling uncontrollably, but her eyes were fixed on Yu Wenrui's face like masochistic, and the bruises on her face hurt.Even if her eyes were sore and she felt dizzy due to such a stare because she was too close, Jing Yan still couldn't bear to look away.

Yu Wenrui let go of his arm slightly, and looked at Jing Yan with his exposed right eye. Gradually, that big eye was no longer clear and full of water, but was filled with enthusiasm, which became more and more intense. It seems that a little spark was polished on the dry wasteland, and then a little spark turned into a string, a row, a piece, until it was out of control, until the sky and the earth were reddened by the blazing fire, wishing to devour everything...

Yu Wenrui involuntarily pursed his dry lips, and his eyes slowly descended, gliding over Jing Yan's black eyebrows, swaying eyes, delicate skin, pretty straight nose... and finally fell on Jing Yan's lips Going up, the right arm couldn't help tightening again and again.

Jing Yan's heart beat like a drum——

The intention of Yu Wenrui's actions could not be more obvious.

"Wuyou, don't..." Jing Yan whispered.It's not that she didn't want to, she lost her life after the catastrophe, and she found it again. She was extremely grateful, but deep down in her heart, why didn't she not want to... But, how could that terrible injury not make people's hearts jump?

Yu Wenrui did not allow her to refuse.At this moment, saying anything is superfluous, and nothing can compare to the most sincere hug and the deepest contact.Only in this way can she and she be able to be sure that the other party is safely by their side.It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy, it's real, it's all real!

A palm covered Jing Yan's eyes.

Amidst the strong smell of medicine, a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus slowly spread out...

Jing Yan's eyes are sore and hot: This is her worry-free taste, the taste of worry-free that belongs to her alone.

The palms itched slightly, as if they were lightly holding two butterflies fluttering their wings.They are the beautiful elves among all things, but they are so fragile that they cannot be hit by a single blow...

Yu Wenrui knew that it was Jing Yan's eyelashes trembling slightly in his palm.She couldn't bear to let them be so helpless, and even more reluctant to let them go and let them see the cruelty of the world——

She has no chance to see this face in the mirror now, but it's quite hideous after thinking about it, right?

Don't scare her, let alone keep her away!

Thinking of this, Yu Wenrui's right palm couldn't help tightening up, and he tried harder to get closer to Jing Yan, so close that he couldn't get any closer.

There was another itch in the palm, and then it became wet and hot.

Yu Wenrui's heart constricted and throbbed because of the tears falling on his palm.In an instant, she thought of the moment she jumped off the cliff, and her mind was filled with guilt and pain——

"I thought I'd never see you again..." She whispered in Jing Yan's ear.

The voice was extremely low, so low that it could only be heard by the two people embracing each other.However, Jing Yan's tears surged violently because of such a simple sentence, overflowing Yu Wenrui's fingers, slipped down her arm, dripped on her body, and wet into large swaths of traces.

The hottest blood is not as hot as these tears; the deepest wound is not as painful as these tears.

Yu Wenrui couldn't bear it anymore, he called out "Yan'er" in a low voice, and covered Jing Yan's with his lips.

Reunited after the catastrophe, she couldn't control her strong feelings, she desperately parted Jing Yan's lips, desperately asked for it, wanted to squeeze everything out, as if she wanted to snatch Jing Yan's soul away.

The breath is intertwined, Jing Yan is unable to struggle, and has no intention of struggling.She asks, and she obeys; she has injuries, and she has desires in her heart, so she takes care of her injuries, but why is there no desire in her heart?

How about the swan geese passing on the book?

How about missing thousands of miles?

So what about horror dreams?

What could be better than this moment, being embraced by her in his arms, so exciting and real?

Jing Yan really felt that his soul was snatched away by Yu Wenrui just like this, and he was entangled with Yu Wenrui like this, and they would never be separated from each other forever.

In the end, the only sliver of rationality in her mind disappeared, and her delicate body was in Yu Wenrui's arms, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

And in her mind, the only thing left is: she is crazy, and she will be crazy with her...

Outside the door, Chai Qi stared at the beams of the roof speechlessly.

The word love!

Chai Qi shook his head secretly.

With her cultivation level, a closed wooden door can't block her consciousness at all, and she knows everything that happens in the room.In the beginning, she silently spat at Yu Wenrui, a brat who took advantage of her trust, and went to sleep with her, worrying that Jing Yan's appearance would affect Yu Wenrui's mood, which in turn would affect her wound recovery.But later, Chai Qi couldn't bear to break in and forcibly separate the two people. If the lover is tender for a moment, let them go!Chai Qi said this to himself.

That day, Jing Yan was eager to see the seriously injured Yu Wenrui, but she stopped her because she was worried that Jing Yan would affect Yu Wenrui's mood.But after a few days, Chai Qi could see everything Jing Yan did.This woman, how forbearing!Chai Qi looked sad.

If it is said that Yu Wenrui is thinking of Jing Yan in his heart, relying on this support to get better soon; then, for Jing Yan who is so close but cannot meet, this is a great torture.Thinking back to what this woman has done in the past few days, what a strong heart she should have!

Chai Qi was also deeply convinced.She kind of understands why her half-sister Yu Wenzhe fell in love with Jing Yan so madly in the past, and understands why Yu Wenrui, the bear boy, is so in love with Jing Yan that she can't extricate herself.

But, you two, it’s nothing more than telling your heartfelt love, or cuddling and hugging, so what, what is it called!

Chai Qi's face was slightly hot, and he quickly calmed down, ashamed to pay attention to the two people in the room.

As soon as her spirit returned to her body, she realized the busy voice not far away.

It's getting dark, is this brewing medicine for bear children?

Chai Qi secretly speculated.

Footsteps sounded lightly, Bai Ying flickered, and a bowl of hot rice porridge appeared in front of his eyes, overflowing with fragrance, and a spoon was thoughtfully placed in the bowl.

Chai Qi looked up along the palm of the hand holding the bowl, at the top of the green cloth shirt was Yang Min's familiar indifferent face.

"For me?" Chai Qi's lips curled slightly.Someone in the house was complaining about the heat, and the outside of the house was even colder. At this moment, someone suddenly brought hot porridge to drink, which seemed to be quite good!

"Well," Yang Min looked at her with a smile, subconsciously drooping her eyes, "It's cool in the night."

It's cold at night, drink some hot porridge to warm your body.Chai Qi understands.So she was not polite, took it, scooped it with a spoon and drank it snoringly.

No wonder!

Chai Qi thought while drinking: No wonder that brat can taste Jing Yan's cooking skills in one bite, and he can taste everything after getting familiar with a person's cooking skills.

She stopped suddenly, turning her face.

Yang Min had sat down next to her before, staring at her gulping down the porridge, without taking his eyes off for a moment.Chai Qi turned her head suddenly, which caught her off guard.As if he was caught doing something invisible, Yang Min was at a loss for a while, even forgot the most usual downcast eyes, and just looked at Chai Qi with wide eyes in a daze.

"It's delicious!" Chai Qi smiled at her.

Yang Min lowered her eyes in a hurry, her cheeks were hot.She was very fortunate that it was nighttime. Even though the room was dimly lit with oil lamps, the expression on her face could not be seen clearly by the other party.

A bowl of porridge was drained quickly, and Chai Qi only felt a sense of warmth from the inside out all over her body. She was in a good mood, and sighed contentedly: "It would be nice if I had such a bowl every day!"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. After Yang Min was slightly startled, he fell silent.

Chai Qi's words had already been spoken, but Fang felt it was wrong.However, the words she spoke were like water poured out, and it would be hard to get rid of the water, so she could only smile sarcastically, and said, "Don't take that matter to heart."

Yang Min was puzzled at first, but he understood after a little thought.The "that matter" that Chai Qi mentioned was Jing Yan.

Jing Yan came because of Yu Wenrui's serious injury, but unexpectedly met Yang Min. The most ridiculous thing about fate was that this "husband-killing enemy" was actually Yu Wenrui's savior.So, is Yang Min an enemy or a benefactor to her, Jing Yan?Jing Yan was confused.

But the entanglement is entangled, Jing Yan has her own persistence, she does not say a word to Yang Min, except for sneaking to see Yu Wenrui every day when Yu Wenrui is asleep, she will never step into Yang Min's room.Even the kitchen utensils, even the rice and noodles, were specially ordered to be delivered from Xinyuan County; as for the residence, she even ordered someone to set up a tent not far from Yang Min's residence.Later, He Chong couldn't stand the Queen Mother suffering so much, and advised her to return temporarily, how could Jing Yan agree?If it wasn't for the fact that Yu Wenrui was seriously injured and couldn't bear it, even if she left, she would take Yu Wenrui with her.

After weighing the balance, Jing Yan ordered people to prepare materials, and built a house on an open lot thirty feet away from Yang Min's residence.This is the origin of the "sound of building a house" that Yuwen Ruibai heard during the day.

Regarding what Jing Yan did, Yang Min didn't say anything, she knew that she was not qualified to say anything, just like her attitude at the moment.

"I deserve it," Yang Min stared at the toe of her boot, and said with a wry smile, "Even if she killed me right away, I deserve it."

Chai Qi was stunned, and sighed: "I don't blame you for what happened back then... After all, your mother was still in their hands at that time."

This time, Yang Min was stunned instead.She was startled to realize that Chai Qi was unintentionally justifying herself, and she felt more and more uneasy.A small symptom buried deep suddenly burned her, making her even more unable to face it.In the dim candlelight, at a place that Chai Qi didn't notice, Yang Min stroked the bone whistle hanging on his wrist and the leather rope tied to the bone whistle. For a while, sweet and bitter were intertwined together, and she couldn't explain clearly. What kind of taste was that.