Fast travel: the 101st be

Cheng Yuan has watched many illogical ancient martial arts dramas, and one of the plots where the relationship between the hero and heroine often appears is.

Cave, heavy snow, the man was about to freeze to death, the woman stripped naked and got into the man's clothes.

Then the next day the male protagonist not only recovered from his illness, but the two of them were still together like this.

Cheng Yuan thought it was nonsense before, but now Cheng Yuan's memory told him.

This method is indeed recorded in ancient medical books. Using the body to keep warm, skin-to-skin contact will increase heat convection between two people and reduce heat loss.

Play the role of mutual warmth.

Lingye was in a daze, dreaming about many future events.

Dreamed about the time when Cheng Yuan insulted him.

He also dreamed about the years when he tortured Cheng Yuan.

In the end, he was abandoned in the vast wilderness, on the top of the snow-capped mountains, too cold to walk.

Suddenly dawn appeared ahead, and Ling Ye rushed towards the fire.

Warm, dispelling the cold.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he lowered his head slightly and saw Cheng Yuan's head resting on his neck.

Raising his hand, what he touched was a piece of smooth and delicate skin, which was familiar to the touch, because it was changed by himself a few days ago.

The person on the body hugged him, and his body was close to his body, leaving no gap.

The bodies of the two were wrapped up like koalas by their inner and outer coats.

The heat on his body that didn't belong to him reminded him of the posture of the two of them at this time.

Faced with such a scene, it was the former Ling Ye who would be angry and helpless.

The current Lingye is calm, waiting for people to wake up.

Cheng Yuan wanted to raise his head to probe his forehead to see if it worked, but unexpectedly, he bumped into a pair of eyes that were as calm as the surface of a lake without waves.

Lingye even moved his hand, the thick calluses on his hand from holding the knife all the year round made Cheng Yuan almost shake his wits.

But he held back.

Afraid of being seen differently.

"I thought the first thing you did when you woke up was to throw me out." Cheng Yuan said.

"I know you're saving me." Lingye stroked again as he spoke.

Cheng Yuan almost thought that this person did it on purpose.

Ling Ye's figure was comparable to Ling Ye's, with broad shoulders and narrow back, without a trace of fat on his body, and was stiff everywhere.

It is only estimated that because he was born in ancient times, there is a hideous scar on his chest, and there are several scars on his back.

"That's right. If it wasn't like this, I'm afraid he would have picked up the knife at the side and chopped it off. Why would he give me a chance to speak out?" Cheng Yuan laughed.

"Your legs are not completely disabled, you can run." Ling Ye said.

"Huh?" Cheng Yuan looked at him, puzzled.

"The world is very big, as long as you have the heart, I can't find it, and neither can Marquis Ding'an." Lingye said.

Cheng Yuan waited for him to continue speaking.

"With your abilities, it's not difficult to earn a decent living," Lingye said.

So why, having such an opportunity, didn't run away.

It is clear that there are only two ways to go back.

Killed by Lingye, killed by Marquis Ding'an.

Looking at the face exactly like Ling Ye, Cheng Yuan couldn't tell the truth from the illusion for a moment.

He only smiled, leaned back again, leaned close to the crest of the man's neck, and shrank into the man's arms.

"Would you believe me if I said that I still miss you and Lingye?" Cheng Yuan said.

Ling Ye didn't speak.

"You picked my tendons, picked my tendons, made me look like this, you even forcibly changed my skin, and almost tore me apart, and now you want to send me to Ding'an Hou to play at will. But Cheng Yuan is still the same to Lingye. Never forget, do you believe it?" Cheng Yuan said.

Cheng Yuan didn't know why he said such a thing, as if Cheng Yuan asked him to say it.

Or maybe he is Cheng Yuan now.

Lingye is Lingye.

He couldn't tell.

He couldn't tell Lingye from Lingye, and he couldn't tell Cheng Yuan from him.

At some point, his thoughts were mixed with other people's emotions.Or it has been like this from the beginning, he is like a bystander, but also like a protagonist.

In fact, every time he took action to save Lingye, it wasn't all flat instigation.

Every time I say that I should just kill this person, it's just talking.

"So what about the letter?" Lingye said.

Cheng Yuan smiled.

"Yeah, so I don't ask much, I just ask you to hate me less, and I just ask to make up for some stupid things you did in the past." Cheng Yuan said.

"What I said is true, I just hope you don't hate me so much." Cheng Yuan caressed the scar on his chest.

"I believe anyone in this world who says they like me, but you." Lingye raised his chin.

Cheng Yuan was silent for a while, then smiled.

"Then why do you think I stay by your side so persistently?"

"That's exactly what I want to know, I'll wait for you to tell me." Lingye looked into his eyes.

Cheng Yuan smiled, turned his head away, avoided his hand, and lay down in his arms again.

"Go to sleep, maybe you don't want to know when you wake up."

Cheng Yuan likes to bend his legs when he sleeps, but the current posture of the two of them does not allow him to do so.

He spreads out on people like a cake.

You can't turn over and use people as blankets.

Writhing uncomfortably.

Every time I twist the clothes, the heat in the quilt will dissipate a little.

The cold wind came in, and it was so cold.

Cheng Yuan smiled apologetically, "Why don't you turn your side a little bit, I can't fall asleep lying on my stomach like this."

Lingye didn't say anything, and turned slightly to the left by 30 degrees.

This posture is just right, Ling Ye perfectly acts as the quilt that Cheng Yuan likes to hug when he sleeps on weekdays.

Lingye thought it was all right, but after a while, he frowned again.

This man is so restless.

He looks down at people. "leg."

"I won't touch it." Cheng Yuan said.

"..."

Is there no problem if you don't touch it...

Cheng Yuan strictly controls the final critical line and does not cross it.

It's not that Lingye can't bear it, he's afraid that he can't bear it either...

Seeing Lingye's strange expression, Cheng Yuan couldn't help teasing, "If I really wanted to do something, I would have taken off both of our pants."

Lingye ignored him again, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Cheng Yuan bent his legs to his own will, rested his arms on the back of his head, and found the most comfortable position in his arms.

comfortable.