Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Female Cultivator of the Hehuan Sect (10)

  The hot and humid breath is close at hand, and a faint cool fragrance is spreading, and a tingling sensation is felt in the ears.

  Ruan Ruan couldn't help but dodged for a moment, but her sleeves hanging under the table were gently hooked.

  As he moved, his cool fingertips brushed across her wrist bone and left immediately.

  Her hands trembled slightly.

  "Brother Chaoji..."

  When Ruan Ruan looked up at Xie Chao, the emotion in her eyes clearly showed that she wanted him to agree.

  After a long while, he finally spoke.

  "Um."

  It was a very light sound, mixed with a hint of coldness.

  However, Ruan Ruan had long been accustomed to the tone of his voice. She looked at him with a smile, her lips slightly moving as she silently said a few words, "Thank you, Brother Chao Shi."

  There is a lively expression between his eyebrows and eyes.

  She turned her head slightly to look at Qin Yan and promised him, "We can go with you."

  The sleeve under the table was hooked again, and Qin Yan's face looked serious.

  "After that, please take care of me!"

  Qin Yan grabbed the teapot beside him, poured himself a cup and held it in his hand.

  Xie Chaoshi saw everything that happened under the table, but he had no reason to stop it.

  She didn't feel any emotion in her heart, but she felt an urge to pull the man away from her.

  He suspected that something was really wrong with him.

  They were having a pleasant conversation over there, while Xie Chaoshi was sitting opposite them quietly, letting off some cold air.

  As a result, no one cared about him.

  ...

  Inn, the moon is above the willow trees.

  Qin Yan booked three rooms upstairs. After getting the keys, the waiter led them to the front of the rooms, and the three of them said goodbye in front of the door.

  Ruan Ruan entered one of the rooms. The windows faced the sun, and the neatly folded quilt on the bed looked very tidy. A square wooden table was covered with a patterned cloth, on which was placed a bunch of lilies, with dewdrops still on the fresh petals.

  There is a screen outside the bed/couch to keep out some debris.

  Opposite is Xie Chaoshi's house.  

  She was tired after a whole day of tossing and turning. She spread out the quilt and fell on the soft bedding, with no intention of looking for them.

  She sighed comfortably. It was the first time she had touched a bed since coming into this world, and she felt very comfortable lying on it.

  I fell asleep without realizing it.

  He also forgot to turn off the oil lamp on the table.

  A shadow was projected onto a snow-white wall, slowly moving with the light, and then hiding behind the screen.

  Xie Chaoshi came to the bedside. Ruan Ruan was sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

  There was not even a blanket to cover him.

  He leaned over and held her in his arms. Although Xie Xianzun was always able to control his strength accurately, he was very careful at this moment, for fear of waking her up.

  He bent his knees and supported himself against her knees. With his free left hand, he lifted the quilt and gently placed her inside.

  Then he tucked the quilt in for her.

  Seeing her frowning slightly, as if she was about to wake up, I subconsciously slowed down my breathing.

  After she moaned, changed her position, and relaxed her frown, she seemed to suddenly wake up, took a step back, and resumed her normal breathing.

  It's getting more and more abnormal.

  He must return to the sect and meditate as soon as possible.

  Xie Chaoshi took out a piece of paper from his arms. The ink-colored handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen through the back of the paper. His style could be seen in every stroke.

  He placed the paper next to Ruan Ruan's pillow.

  ——"I'm leaving"

  There is a small word at the bottom right: Thank you.

  Xie Chaoshi's fingertips lightly brushed across her forehead and drew a magic circle on it.

  It can protect her if she encounters someone bad.

  He withdrew his hand and let it drop naturally, then turned around and was about to leave.

  The sleeve fell down, and a tender little hand grasped his big palm, brushing across his knuckles which were covered with a thin layer of calluses.

  Clothes tangled.

  It's just vaguely attached to it.

  (End of this chapter)