My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

The wet cloak was tightly wrapped around her body, and the arms around her waist were tightened extremely tightly, as if she was being blended into her bones and blood. The fingers that touched her face trembled a little, and then the back of her cool hand wiped away the broken hair on her forehead.

Wei Wan moved his hands that were tightly bound under the cloak, but found that he could not move at all. He raised his eyes slightly, and instantly fell into those dark eyes that suppressed the strong wind and rain.

She frowned slightly, her phoenix eyes looked over inquiringly, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Rong Xian,"

After she finished her words, her vision went dark. The hood of his cloak was covered by his face, blocking her gaze towards Rong Xian. His big, thin palm fell on the back of her neck and rubbed it, and his thumb went into the broken hair behind the pillow. The rubbing had a soothing meaning, and the slightly moist hot air sprayed on her collarbone and neck through the cloak, making it thin, dense, and tingling.

In my ears, there was the low and violent wind and waves, without a trace of charm: "What are you doing?"

"A-Wan, do you think you are a fish?" Rong Xian's words seemed to be lingering and teasing, but in fact they sounded like ice-cold water. "I just bubbled in the water and played for so long."

"We are marching tomorrow. The long robes are very inconvenient. I asked someone to find a close-fitting shorts and some armor." Rong Xian rubbed the hand on her neck and patted her back gently, coaxing her. , "I called A-Wan outside the tent for a long time, but there was no response."

After finishing speaking, he held his slender waist and lifted it gently. Wei Wan's soles left the barrel and he fell down uneasily. Then, he was also picked up with his knees bent, but in an instant he was sent into the water and sat firmly. In the barrel, he was not let go: "It's a little cold, so change your clothes first. I'll bring new ones."

The hood of the cloak was taken off, and the cloak without the tight band was washed away by the force of the water and floated on the water, just covering the beautiful scene under the water. Wei Wan raised his eyes and only saw Rong Xian's back. , and the wet and dripping Guangxiu.

Wei Wan wanted to lift the cloak floating on the water, but the back of her neck was tightened by a lace that was pulling on the cloak. She raised her hand, and her graceful arms slid out of the cloak. Her fingers hooked the knot behind her neck and tied it. The belt was wrapped around the fingertips for a while before it was slowly pulled apart.

Wei stood up, water splashed and fell instantly. He held the collar of the big cloak in his hand and put it on the edge of the barrel. He turned his head and looked sideways. His eyes fell on the wooden tray on the long table next to the drying rack. Rong Xian picked up the things he had prepared and was Properly placed separately, one of them was covered by a huge square cloth.

She put her index finger and ring finger together, held one corner and opened it, revealing a clean shorts, trousers, and a drying towel.

Wei Wan touched the drying towel with his fingertips, flipped it open, and draped it over his body. The towel was wide enough to cover Wei Wan's entire body. He felt the soft, mist-like material of the drying towel on his fingertips and frowned. He lowered his eyes and stared.

This is - commonly known as a hundred gold horse, Qi Wan?

Wei Wan couldn't help but pause, and then turned her eyes to the clothes and trousers. Without exception, they were all from Qi Wan. In previous years, she had paid tribute to Wei State and was captured by Wei. Although she had never cared about it, she also knew that this was the case. Things are rare, not to mention that Rong Xian sent more than one set.

When she was alive, she led troops on the march, and her food and salary were tight, and she was not so particular about it. Her underwear became soft after being washed a few times. Wei Wan looked aside. Even the short jacket was made of fine Shu embroidery.

She pursed her lips lightly and looked at the tall figure covered by the curtain. There were no lights on both sides of the curtain, and one wall of the tent looked dim. The shadows on the curtain became clearer against the backdrop of the outside of the camp.

Wei Wan wiped away the water stains on his body, hung the precious drying cloth on the drying rack, and put on the clean underwear. The soft fabric was ironed on his skin, and under the slightly bright sun It is even more delicate and soft under the candlelight. She took out the wolf-fur cloak from under her coat and covered her body loosely. The collar tie hung straight down and fell on her ankles. As she walked, she followed the hem of the clothes and swayed in an arc. She walked up to the curtain and raised her arms. He took out his cloak and placed his fingertips on the neck of the shadow cast on the curtain.

What Wei Wan didn't know was that Rong Xian was facing the curtain, wiping out the water on his wide sleeves. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his black fox eyes, and a wrinkle appeared on his long eyelashes, adding to the tension. A dark and profound one.

And her shadow was also projected onto the curtain through the dim light deep inside the tent, but it was slightly lighter than Rong Xian's shadow.

Rong Xian just watched her every move, watching her raise her arm and put her fingertips on his neck. He narrowed his eyes, and the coldness in his heart suddenly calmed down, and the loneliness on his lips also disappeared. The curvature was reduced slightly, and the curvature was flattened. When the fingertips followed the slender neck and the outline of the jaw angle slowly moved up, tracing the unshaded facial features, the lips slowly followed her description. Raise the same slightly curved arc.

Wei Wan's fingertips rested on the corners of the lips that were traced there, his eyes were calm, and his red lips curved in a meaningful arc. Before she came over, she thought that Rong Xian had his back to the tent. Rong Xian had a keen hearing, and he was Hearing her footsteps outside the tent, he would definitely not react without any response. Later, when his fingertips fell on the neck, he became even more sure when he discovered that the arc of the sleeves was opposite to that of his back.

Of course Wei Wan knew that her shadow would also be cast on it.

Her thoughts fell for a moment, and she tightened her wrists. The thin and beautiful palms, still stained by the water from when she twisted her sleeves, were moist and moist against Wei Wan's wrists. His thumbs rubbed her wrist bones, stained by the cold water. A voice as clear and clear as the cold moonlight in Jiangcaoye came from outside the tent: "What are you sneaking around?"

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows, thinking of the suppressed angry voice when he picked her up from the water, and the obviously gloomy half-darkness when she came out of the tent, and curled his lips, she was quite easy to coax.

Rong Xian took Wei Wan's wrist and dragged her arm out through the gap at the edge of the curtain. He leaned forward and put his face into her palm: "Draw here."

Wei Wan's index finger traced Rong Xian's chin and pinched his earlobe. Different from the rough drawing on the curtain, he traced the facial features inch by inch. His thumb brushed under his eyelids and pressed precisely on the forehead without missing a beat. On red moles.

Rong Xian's long eyelashes are drooped, and she looks inexplicably submissive from a distance, but when she gets closer, she can see how amazingly devouring and possessing the fox eyes covered by the long eyelashes are, like the roaring waves of the deep blue sea. , a sea flower can easily push people to the bottom of the sea.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and his long, drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. Wei Wan's fingertips still smelled of the cold cinnamon fragrance after bathing. Rong Xian squeezed her wrist tightly, and the tip of her tall nose rubbed against the soft palm, feeling slightly cool. His lips were pressed against the thenar bone, then the roots, knuckles, and fingertips of the five fingers, and then he kissed the inner wrist of Wei Wan.

After a long pause, he returned his arm to the tent, then let go. After closing the curtain, he said, "It's cold. It will be bitterly cold during the march tomorrow. Get some rest early."

As he finished speaking, he remembered something again and couldn't help but warn him: "Stop being naughty and spitting in the water, you are not a fish. My tent is next to yours, don't be afraid."

4000 today. The promised 500 collection plus updates were not sent until 600. I’m really sorry for everyone.