[Basic three] Help, wait for me

A few days later, the carriage left Kunlun and headed south.

Although it is no longer full of snow, but because it is still winter, the surrounding scenery is chilling. The bare branches and leaves, and the biting cold wind make people feel colder than in Kunlun.

Mo Zhichen drove all the way, rarely slept, and often drove overnight, if he didn't talk to him, he would think he was just a driving machine.

The carriage was originally quite spacious, but now it is crowded with all kinds of boxes.

Nan Jiu stuffed herself among a pile of boxes, wrapped in a blanket, lazily leaning against the wall, watching his silent back.Mo Zhichen took off his cloak when he left Kunlun, and now he is wearing very thin clothes. When the cold wind blows, his empty sleeves bulge, making even Nanjiu feel cold.

Nan Jiu in the car kept guessing what he was thinking, but felt that he seemed to be in a hurry, rushing to Baling, and couldn't wait for a moment.

Why the urgency.

Opened the small box on the left hand side, took out a small oiled paper bag from it, held the corner of the blanket in one hand, bent out, and sat beside Mo Zhichen.

The blanket shook, wrapping up the seemingly tireless coachman.

The blanket was warmed by Nan Jiu's body, and Mo Zhichen's shoulders became warm all of a sudden. The carriage ran fast, and the wind went against the wind, hitting his face like a handful of sand, which was a little painful.

Mo Zhichen turned his head and glanced at the cold Nanjiu, and was about to tear off the blanket.

"If you dare to pull me, I will jump from here." Nan Jiu threatened him with a smile while shaking his leg on the edge of the car.

Mo Zhichen paused for a moment, sighed, opened the blanket halfway, and waved at Nan Jiu.Of course Nan Jiu understood, and as soon as he moved his body, he stuffed himself in.

The big blanket wrapped two people, but the body temperature seemed to melt into one person.

Although Mo Zhichen wore so little, his chest was still so warm and tough, Nan Jiu seemed to rely on this comfortable feeling.

He lowered his head and carefully opened the oil-paper bag in his hand, opened it and laid it flat on Mo Zhichen's lap, and winked at him sideways.

Inside the paper bag were a few pieces of mung bean cake, very sweet, Mo Zhichen frowned.

I don't know why recently, but when I see sweets, I feel very sick.

Nan Jiu saw that this was an expression of dislike. He ducked out from under Mo Zhichen's arms with his head down, squatted in the carriage for a good meal, and came back with a big bag of things after a while.

After warming up under the blanket for a while, he unwrapped it one by one for Mo Zhichen to see.

Dragon Phoenix Cake.

Soufflé.

Osmanthus cake...

Mo Zhichen shook his head.

Nan Jiu stared at the pile of snacks in his bosom, and was silent for a long time, then wrapped them up and wanted to go into the carriage to search again.

Mo Zhichen grabbed his arm, smiled lightly, and shook his head, meaning, don't look for it, I don't want to eat it.

Nan Jiu was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything. She put the package aside, leaned her head on Mo Zhichen's shoulder, and looked at the road ahead without saying a word.

The two hugged each other silently, only the sound of the whip and the rolling of the wheels.

After a long time, Nan Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, and whispered, "Shall we stop for a while?"

But Mo Zhichen didn't seem to hear it, he continued to drive the horse with his whip for a while, running fast on the mountain path.

The pent-up in Nan Jiu's heart suddenly burst out, grabbed the rein in his hand, suddenly turned over and pushed Mo Zhichen to the car board.

The Juechen horse lost control for a moment, and began to gallop wildly. The carriage was pulled around and bent around, and it was about to rush out of the path.

not good!

Mo Zhichen reached the carriage board with his arms and hurriedly stood up, reaching for the reins.

But Nan Jiu didn't know where the strength came from, and he was pressed down firmly, unable to move.

At this moment, the carriage lost control and was taken into the nearby forest. The dead wood branches snapped and smashed, almost hitting them.

Mo Zhichen struggled a few times, but in the end he had no other choice. He ringed his fingers together and whistled loudly. Juechen let out a long cry, and dust flew up from his hooves. He instantly slowed down, and finally stopped in the depths of the dense forest.

The carriage bumped a few times, and even the boxes in the carriage jumped.Nan Jiu was still on Mo Zhichen's body without wavering.

"Do you want to die!" Mo Zhichen's eyes darkened, and he yelled at Nan Jiu for the first time in history.

Nan Jiu pressed Mo Zhichen's shoulders with both arms, and shouted back unceremoniously, "You want to die!"

Mo Zhichen had never been angry with Nan Jiu before, and had always been gentle and caressing or frivolously flirting with him, but at this moment he was really angry, raised his hand to grab Nan Jiu and pressed his hand, and pushed him away with all his strength.

His wrist was so painful that the former Nan Jiu might have begged for mercy, but he survived Mo Wanfeng's secret room, he was not afraid of pain, no matter how hard Mo Zhichen tried, he still froze and refused to let go.

"You haven't eaten or slept for two days and two nights, do you know that!" Nan Jiu roared, staring directly at Mo Zhichen's bloodshot eyes, ignoring the pain in his wrist.

Hearing this roar, Mo Zhichen froze, and the strength in his hand suddenly leaked, and there was even some puzzled confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know anything about it.

His expression is more like an ignorant child who doesn't know that he has made a mistake.

Nan Jiu's heart softened, and he stopped pressing with all his strength, but leaned over Mo Zhichen, and said softly, "What are you in a hurry for?"

"I..." The anger in Mo Zhichen's eyes gradually subsided, and he didn't know what to explain.

A gust of wind blew up in the forest, and Nanjiu's long, messy bundles of hair hung down, covering one side of his face. There were a few broken branches stuck in the hair behind his ears, and a few yellow dead leaves stuck to his shoulders. .

"Eat something and sleep, okay?" Nan Jiu seemed to comfort her when she spoke.

Mo Zhichen raised his hand and picked off the broken leaves and branches on his head and shoulders, and gently touched his fingers along the temples, the light brown in his eyes was like clear amber, there was nothing in it except Nanjiu, Can't hold anything either.

Nan Jiu was still waiting for his answer.

However, Mo Zhichen suddenly caught Nan Jiu in his arms. The strength made him feel a little oppressive. He raised his hand and pushed, but he couldn't move.

After a while, Nan Jiu suddenly fell silent, and he felt the people under him tremble slightly.

Is it cold?

He hurriedly reached out and threw the blanket that had just been shaken off in a random way. Due to the inconvenience of movement, the position of the cover was a bit off, directly covering the heads of the two of them.

In an instant, there was darkness all around.

In the silent woods, under the dark blanket, Nan Jiu could only hear Mo Zhichen's uneven breathing, that frequency, like laughing or sobbing.

Nan Jiu didn't know what happened to make Mo Zhichen behave so abnormally, so he secretly stretched out an arm, and wanted to lift up the blanket to have a look.

Before his hand touched a hair, Mo Zhichen suddenly became ruthless, turned over with his waist straightened, and turned around and pressed the unsuspecting Nan Jiu under his head.

A gap in the blanket was exposed by this movement, and light shone in slightly.

Nan Jiu's eyes widened, and he saw that in the semi-darkness, there was a smile on Mo Zhichen's mouth that was about to cry. Nan Jiu had never seen such a embarrassed Mo Zhichen, and he panicked.

He had no choice but to call softly, "Mo Zhichen..."

"Ah Jiu is right, I want to eat and sleep well," Mo Zhichen said.

Nan Jiu nodded and said, "Then get up quickly, go in and have something to eat, and then..."

"Ajiu, I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Zhichen saying sorry.

But Nan Jiu quickly understood the meaning of this sorry.

Because it was too late to react, Mo Zhichen's head suddenly lowered and bumped into his lips, and Nan Jiu's teeth hurt when he bumped straight into it, and the pain has not gone away, followed by what can be said to be a rough kiss, nothing Tenderness like water didn't peck slowly, but just rushed in without any scruples, regardless of Nan Jiu's resistance to push and push, and forcibly suppressed his actions.

To smash Nan Jiu's original care.

Qi thought, look at this person, he obviously cared about him, yet he did such a thing.

"Hmm..." Nan Jiu snorted, but the sound was quickly suppressed in his throat by Mo Zhichen's push.

The tip of the tongue is full of strong tea fragrance.

Losing the right to resist with words, Nan Jiu pushed and hit him with hands and feet, until the deep kiss almost suffocated Nan Jiu, and Mo Zhichen panted and let him go.

Snapped--

Five bright red finger prints hit Mo Zhichen's right cheek.

Mo Zhichen was not annoyed, not angry, not even surprised.

But Nan Jiu was angry, he knew he would get slapped, but he still wanted to do it!

What a bandit!

Just about to start swearing, Mo Zhichen whispered "I'm sorry" again, then got up and bent into the carriage, leaving Nan Jiu outside with the blanket covering his face.

After lying down for a while, Nan Jiu still felt that it would be hard to get rid of her hatred without scolding him, so she got up one by one, got her head out of the blanket, looked over, but was reluctant to even say what she wanted to scold.

Mo Zhichen leaned against the car wall by himself, his eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes drooped, and his face was full of exhaustion from the night.

Nan Jiu didn't speak anymore, and followed the carriage on tiptoe, and put down the curtain.The wind is no longer blowing in, although it is much warmer, but there is a hazy darkness, this kind of light is most suitable for people to fall asleep.

Then quietly moved to Mo Zhichen's side, and covered the blanket.

Tucao himself said, Nan Jiu, Nan Jiu, you are still so worthless.

Mo Zhichen's side face looked very peaceful, Nan Jiu didn't dare to make any noise to disturb him, so he could only lay down on the box next to him.

The box was very hard, and Nan Jiu didn't feel sleepy at all, she was extremely bored, and even passed the time by looking at the lines on her fingers one by one.

"come over."

Counting to the fifth finger, there was a low voice calling from behind.

Nan Jiu trembled in shock, thinking that she had heard wrongly, she turned her head halfway to look, and sure enough, Mo Zhichen opened her eyes slightly.

"I won't go." Nan Jiu shook his head, firstly because the past would make him sleep badly, and secondly... afraid of what he would do again.

Mo Zhichen let out a long sigh, and said with a little guilt, "I was wrong just now, I won't do anything to you, come here."

Nan Jiu pursed his lips, but still didn't move.

After a while, there was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing behind him. Nan Jiu looked back suspiciously, only to see Mo Zhichen was about to get up, so he sat up straight and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Mo Zhichen straightened his collar and said, "I can't sleep alone, so go out and continue driving."

Only moved a step.

Nan Jiu pounced on him, pushed him back, covered him with a blanket with his back, stopped him and said, "Sleep, sleep, sleep, I'll sleep with you, are you a child and still use this trick!"

Being hugged and pressed by Nan Jiu, Mo Zhichen laughed lightly, took Nan Jiu's arm up and lifted him up, let him lie on his shoulder, and then hugged him before really closing his eyes.

After a while, he said with a smile, "Ah Jiu still loves me."

My heart hurts, my whole heart is hurt by you!

Nan Jiu secretly slandered.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know if Mo Zhichen fell asleep, Nan Jiu complained inaudibly, "Do you treat me like a human pillow..."

There was no response from the crowded carriage.

Outside the car, there was a biting cold wind; inside the car, it was unusually warm.

Mo Zhichen finally fell asleep.