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I have always been a man of my word, and for the next three days I really slept next to Qiu Lianzheng, sharing a big quilt on the same bed, because I wanted to make sure I could see him every time I woke up.

I said that he was the first one to see me when he woke up.

I was actually the first one to see him when I woke up.

If I don't see him or touch him, my heart seems to be pulled in four directions by four horses, and my hands and feet have the illusion of being repeatedly tormented on a frying pan.

If I touch the heart of his chest the moment I wake up, even if I can only hear the sound of his heart beating like a hammer, then I can close my eyes peacefully and calmly, breathe his breath, and let my heart beat against him. It feels like there is only this line of vigorous heartbeat and heavy breathing left between the sky and the earth.

Everything is silent, only me and him.

Not long after, when I didn't know how many times I woke up, I found that the sound of breathing and heartbeat around me had changed.

I opened my eyes, and found that Qiu Lianzheng still had his eyes closed, but his pale face was a little less sickly than before, and a little more polished like jade paste.

I looked at him for an indeterminate amount of time.

Suddenly posted it, and blew in his ear.

Qiu Lianzheng frowned slightly, but still did not open his eyes.

He didn't move in response to everything, so I quietly put my hand in.

Then he pinched hard on his white and delicate forearm muscles.

Qiu Lianzheng yelled out in shock, turned over the bed in confusion, stood up, glared at me and said, "It hurts!"

I smiled: "Why don't you continue to pretend to be asleep? You can't stand the pain?"

Qiu Lianzheng was annoyed and helpless and said: "I was injured so badly that I almost died. Why don't I sleep a little longer? Are you still pinching me? Are you a human being?"

I laughed even harder, almost shivering into a ball and shrinking into the quilt, and he was glaring at me, but he seemed to be infected by the smile when he saw me smiling like this, his brows turned upside down and his brows were wrinkled. His face stretched out, and I suddenly stopped laughing, turned over, sat upright, and looked at him wholeheartedly.

"You speak so arrogantly. I think you've woken up a long time ago. How long have you been pretending to be sleeping?"

Qiu Lian contended: "It didn't take long, just, just about half a day?"

If it takes half a day... I wake up at least three times in the middle, and you enjoy it a lot.

I said: "You pretended for a long time, are you not hungry or thirsty?"

Qiu Lianzheng was silent for a while, his eyes brightened and he said: "You are finally willing to take the initiative to sleep beside me. Every night you have to touch me and hug me to fall asleep at ease. I feel like a dream, so I don't want to wake up too much. morning……"

I was ashamed, couldn't help touching my itchy nose, and said, "I was afraid that your injury would change, so I monitored your injury all the time. Don't think that I can feel at ease by holding you to sleep... You are an adult, no one is a five-year-old child..."

Qiu Lianzheng smiled: "Sir, can't you sleep with An Xin in your arms? I often do this..."

I was alert: "Who do you often do this with?"

Qiu Lianzheng was taken aback for a moment, then said seriously: "No, it's just like you."

You don't have a few chances to hug and cuddle, what do you mean often.

I looked at him suspiciously, but in the end I didn't say anything, I just went to the ground and brought him some hot water and hot food. Qiu Lianzheng didn't even get up, and looked at me with a pair of cold eyes, I I picked up the meat porridge and blew first, then carefully fed him a few mouthfuls, and then handed it to him, but I got under the quilt and lay flat.

Qiu Lianzheng couldn't stop laughing: "You get tired after a few bites? The empress in the palace is not as delicate as you."

I got out of the quilt, and I winked at him: "Jiao, what is Jiao? I still have a wound on my chest, and it hurts too. You can feed me too."

After I finished speaking, I shrank back, assuming that whoever sticks his head is an idiot.

Everyone else is awake, my injury doesn't hurt right now, who else should I go to?Could it be Xiao Chang who is careless, or Gao Youyou who has no winks?

Qiu Lian smiled and said nothing, but he actually fed me a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, because his injury was heavier than mine, and I cooperated with him in the most convenient position for feeding him, waiting eagerly for him to eat the porridge. The food was fed, anyway, we took turns to eat a spoonful, and we didn't feel tired, but after eating, my body became a little hot, so I got up and turned over the quilt, and checked his body for big and small injuries.Not surprisingly, none of us took the initiative to mention Shen Xuanshang and other things.

I just looked it up like this, touching it with my fingers and looking closely with my eyes, but he was staring at me wholeheartedly.

The staring was hot and thoughtful, and even a man with a thick face like a brick seemed to be stared into a thin piece of paper, so I looked up at him and poked his face with my fingers , he is not evasive or crooked.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Qiu Lian contended, "It's comfortable."

"Is it so comfortable to stare at me?"

"Staring at you is a kind of healing."

My heart was inexplicably moved, he only lowered his head and smiled slightly, holding a spoon in his hand, stirring the soft and liquid hot porridge and sliced ​​meat wholeheartedly, his face covered with ice and snow in the past, unexpectedly showed unprecedented relaxation and tenderness.

"Also, you seem to be a little different from before..."

I said, "How is it different?"

Qiu Lian contended: "Although you were gentle in the past, you were always on guard against something. Now it seems that you have become more relaxed and at ease...for what?"

I was silent for a moment: "Maybe it's because I just got out of danger, I got carried away for a while, and I have to wake up again... Or maybe it's because I saw a different side of you..."

Qiu Lian suddenly put down the spoon and looked at me nervously: "Which side is it?"

I said: "I have seen your murderous side, and I have also seen your desperate side for me. This is not surprising, but for me, you are willing to cooperate with a sworn enemy and kill the enemy. This side It’s the first time I’ve seen…”

He has always acted on his own will, putting love and hate first, and doing whatever he wants to kill or save is up to his own temper.So when meeting someone like Shen Xuanshang, even if the other party bears a great enmity in the sect, he still has to remember the pain, anger and grievance he has suffered, and he must abolish or kill the other party before giving up.

If it wasn't for me, it would be impossible for him to put down his dignity and arrogance just because he was fatally injured, and to cooperate with this enemy with humiliation and hatred.

And also cooperate so tacitly.

Played well and rhythmically.

It's like a pair of friends who haven't seen each other for many years, instead of enemies who just killed each other and have deep hatred.

So Qiu Lianzheng immediately fell silent after hearing my words.

He didn't seem to expect me to say that at all.

He didn't even hold the spoon, and let it fall into the porridge.

I frowned slightly: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Qiu Lianzheng shook his head: "No, I just didn't expect that you would notice this aspect..."

But I held his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not using rhetoric to encourage you to let go of your hatred... You can't let it go completely, I don't know what will happen in the future, but only this time, you I am really, really grateful for being able to let go of prejudice and hatred for me..."

Qiu Lianzheng raised his brows, and said a little proudly, "Really?"

The content is an interrogative sentence, but the tone is an airy affirmative sentence.

I smiled lowly and said, "Besides this, I do have some new changes."

"What changes?"

"I used to be a little afraid of your presence." I thought for a while and said carefully, "Now I am very afraid of your absence."

The fear and despair experienced by losing someone is the most difficult emotion and emotion in the world.

It overwhelms all scruples and cautions.

Even overwhelming hatred.

He has experienced it before, and I finally realized that watching a loved one lose vitality little by little, a person will only be filled with huge panic and guilt, and the shadow of the past will not go away, but will be buried. Filled by new shadows.

This is not a good reason, but it is good to realize it early.

Qiu Lianzheng seemed to understand it instantly, looking at me, the riddler, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"You only know how to be afraid now? I have always been afraid that you will not be here."

I do not speak.

Some actions speak louder than words.

Some feelings cannot be expressed in words.

I just leaned forward and lay lightly, almost weightlessly, in his arms.

"Don't worry, I've always known... what you're afraid of."

Qiu Lianzheng trembled slightly, as if being stabbed by some extremely gentle and deep-seated spell, he hugged me tightly instead, his broad and strong arms pressed against my back, and his slender and delicate fingers clasped me He seemed to be trying his best to put me against his chest tendon which had just been stitched up and was still tightly wrapped in bandages. If he didn’t hug me tightly at this moment, he would never have such an opportunity in the future.

For a long time, he didn't say another word.

Just maintain a gentle and hot embrace gesture.

It was as if his own flesh and blood had turned into a ball of fresh anger, wrapping the steep and unmelting ice on the branches in spring. After wrapping it for a long time, he finally saw some heat flow from the sharp ice, and he couldn't hold it anymore. Living, wanting more wholeheartedly, must keep this kind of warmth for a long time.

Even this kind of warmth has to be exchanged with a good life.

Anyway, I stuck to him, leaned against him, and closed my eyes.

The next moment to kiss, to kiss.

To embellish his bulging tendons with breath.

Use softness to melt his tight heart.

At this moment, I was finally able to admit it without any scruples.

I really, really like him.

He was so good-looking and so gentle.

Who can not like him?

Who likes can withdraw?

I wish this moment was forever.

I really want to have him forever.

If it weren't for his reckless and fierce enthusiasm, he would get into my life of careful planning and strict control.

Then no matter how stable it is, it is also dark.

No matter how quiet it is, it is also a kind of depression.

In other words, as long as there are people who are not afraid of him.

The future is not only dangerous and turbulent, but also full of light and brilliance.

The author has something to say:

I've thought about how to write this for a long time, but I decided to be gentle for the sake of readers who want to follow up.

After all, it's always calm and gentle before the storm.