I Wish to Ride the Wind - Chapter 37

Not to mention how Shen Jiajia and Xie Chengfeng persuaded their parents, three days later, the two of them simply followed, and they set off. The eldest princess was not at ease, and sent two guards with strong martial arts and experience in the arena to accompany them. Originally, he wanted to send eighteen, but Xie Chengfeng refused to do so. After all, he only accepted two.

After rushing for a day, I stayed in a place called Songquan Town on the first day. Shen Jiajia went out for the first time. She was a little excited during the day, and became tired in the evening. After dinner, she decided to rest. She was about to turn off the lights when she heard someone knock on the window lightly.

She was suddenly alert, “Who?”

“it’s me.”

Although the voice was very low, Shen Jiajia still heard that it was Xie Chengfeng.

Shen Jiajia opened the window to look at him, “What’s the matter?”

Xie Chengfeng held a bedding roll in his arms, threw the bedding roll down the window, and then he flipped in lightly. Shen Jiajia only felt that the shadow in front of him flickered, he had already stood stably, and turned back to close the window tightly. There is still the slightest coolness of winter nights between the sleeves.

“you…”

“I’m sleeping here tonight. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“no.”

“Jiajia, she wants to kill you.”

Shen Jiajia still wanted to stop it, but seeing him make the bed on the ground naturally, just like in her own home, she suddenly felt embarrassed and hypocritical. Shi Wuniang really wanted to kill her, and Xie Chengfeng also really wanted to protect her.

There was warmth in her heart, and she said quickly, “But it’s cold on the ground, so go to bed.”

Xie Chengfeng paused, holding the quilt with his back to her, “No, isn’t it okay?” There was a faint trembling in his voice.

“What’s wrong.”

Xie Chengfeng gave a low “um”, picked up the quilt and walked to the bed.

Shen Jiajia continued: “I’m sleeping on the floor… What’s wrong with you, your face is so red?” As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately realized that he had misunderstood. She felt her cheeks get hot, and said angrily, “What are you thinking about!”

Xie Chengfeng turned around and walked away, continuing to make the bed on the ground, while making it, he retorted confidently: “Is it wrong for me to want to marry a daughter-in-law!”

“…”

You are quite aggrieved.

Shen Jiajia went to bed, pulled down the tent and ignored him. Xie Chengfeng made the bed, got up and turned off the lights in the room. Shen Jiajia was trapped in darkness, listening to the sound of his coat rustling outside the tent. She closed her eyes, her mind was full of just now. He was blushing under the candlelight, with a long body and a long body. He looked at her with moist eyes and heat. She dared not let him know how fast her heartbeat was at that moment. .

Shen Jiajia turned over a few times, and suddenly called to him again: “Chengfeng.”

The dark and silent night, the lonely man and the widow living together in the same room, only separated by a layer of curtains, makes the ambiguity in this title infinitely magnified. Xie Chengfeng couldn’t sleep at all, and now he can’t sleep even more. There was an inexplicable heat in his body, he stretched his arms out of the quilt to let the heat dissipate, and replied, “Huh?”

“Are you cold? I asked Xiao Er to add a quilt to the bed?”

“It’s not cold. I’m hot right now.”

“Ah? But the ground is so cold.”

“If you don’t believe me, come and touch it.”

Shen Jiajia turned over and hid her face under the quilt, regretting caring about this rascal.

Xie Chengfeng: “I will warm my wife’s bed every day from now on. What do you think?”

“You don’t have a wife.”

“…”

The next morning, Shen Jiajia woke up first. She put on her clothes and got out of bed, and saw that Xie Chengfeng was still asleep. He slept well, lying flat with the quilt covered securely and neatly, and she walked over and bent over to look at him. He closed his eyes and breathed for a long time. His handsome face like an immortal was quiet and quiet.

Just this face is enough to match any woman in this world.

Shen Jiajia thought about his daily life, sighed unconsciously, opened his lips slightly, as if to say to him, or as if to himself: “Where am I good?”

His thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he still closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up, “It’s fine everywhere, everything is fine.”