Chapter 292 (2/2)

If you are small-minded, you can be angry to death.

Xie Heng stepped on the moonlight, capsized into the warm wine room, and walked to the bedside with light hands and feet.

”Who?” the night watchman Jiang Wuxian was startled and stretched out his hand to pull out the dagger at his waist.

Xie Heng pressed her hand, lowered his voice and said, ”it's me.”

Jiang wucai hasn't slept all the time. At the moment, it's like a dream to see someone coming, ”general...”

”Shh.” Xie Heng put his index finger to his lips, made a silent movement, pointed to the window and motioned her out.

”Shopkeeper Wen...” Jiang wucai was glanced at by Xie Heng as soon as he opened his mouth.

Little Yama's momentum is pressing, and few people can stop it. Jiang has no time to gently put the dagger back and look back at the bed.

The lavender bed drapery flickered in the moonlight. The girl on the couch had just entered a dream, breathing steadily and peacefully.

Jiang wucai nodded slightly to Xie Heng and walked to the window. He didn't think about how to turn over the window silently. As soon as he put his hand on the window, he was dragged out by someone outside.

The quick eyed green guards pulled her to the corridor and asked briskly, ”didn't it scare you, Jiang wucai? In fact, we never do such things.”

Jiang wucai pursed his lips and whispered: ”... I know.”

The Qingyi guard said again, ”what I said is really true. When he met the young lady, it was a little abnormal...”

Turning the window and sneaking into the girl's boudoir in the middle of the night, even the Qingyi guards who have been with Xie Heng for many years are very shocked.

Everyone's mind is full of: why is our childe like this?

Who taught him this?

Sure enough, Mrs. Shao is Mrs. Shao. No one can care about you like this except her.

Jiang wucai looked down at the sweat in his palm and muttered, ”it's not normal.”

In the middle of the night, people are scared to death without knocking on the door or lighting the lights.

in the house.

Xie Heng sat by the couch, gently opened the curtain weft, Wen Jiu lay on her side, the green silk on the pillow was like ink, the faint moonlight shrouded her eyebrows and eyes, and her sleeping face was quiet and gentle.

He raised his hand, gently brushed his fingertips across her cheek and asked softly, ”what do you want me to do? Are you willing to come back to me?”

long ago.

Xie Heng thought he had nothing to lose and was used to doing everything by himself. A long time ago, he knew he wanted to protect the whole Xie family and even more people. It was nothing. He carried more things on his shoulders and became accustomed to it over time.

But there was such a person who walked side by side with you in the sea of knife mountain fire.

As soon as the person who has given him thousands of tenderness leaves, his heart becomes empty. He still has to do what he should do and win the war he should win.

However, since then, there have been picturesque rivers and mountains, and no one smiled at the world with me.

This is full of loneliness. It's hard to sleep and eat just thinking about it.

Warm wine in his sleep felt a little itchy and clapped Xie Heng's hand open.

Her fingertips were a little cold and hit the warm palm. For a moment, she put her hand on his palm. It was warm, and the corners of her lips rose involuntarily. She shouted vaguely, ”elder brother.”

Xie Heng's heart trembled slightly, gently caged her hand, slowly lowered his head and gave her a dragonfly kiss on her lips.

The boy couldn't help but raise his lips and whispered, ”ah Jiu.”

My wine.

How can I believe you don't like me?