After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Chapter 20 I’m afraid you’ll be cold

The night under the heavy rain was very cold.

The waves on the river lap against the bank, and the noisy sound echoes in the guest room.

There is a sticky moisture in the air, trying to get into the seams between the bones.

The thin quilt covering her body was as thin as paper. Ling Xi was so cold that she couldn't sleep.

What's even more unbearable is that the quilt still exudes a musty smell.

Ling Xi struggled to choose between the smell and the cold for a long time, and finally got up and went to the waiter to ask for two more quilts.

The waiter said with a smile: "Girl, don't be joking. It's almost autumn now. Everyone is cold. There are no quilts for the overnight guests in the lobby. There are no extra quilts."

He looked Ling Xi up and down, and his eyes were ambiguous: "Besides, if these two people keep warm together, they won't be too cold."

Once outside, it was even colder.

Ling Xi returned to the room and wrapped the quilt around her body, but she still felt a stinging pain in her hands and feet.

This is due to insufficient blood circulation and inability to keep warm.

She rubbed her hands, sighed, and glanced up at the bed.

Chen Qianzhe behaved himself and Gonggong lay there neatly.

[Is the Tyrant’s sleeping posture too exaggerated? 】

[It looks like lying in a coffin, upright! 】

[Such a big warm baby must be very warm to sleep on! 】

[Would you like to go over and sleep there? 】

[It’s better to sleep than freeze to death...]

Ling Xi climbed up quietly, walked to the bed with the quilt in her arms, and called twice softly.

"His Majesty?"

"Are you asleep?"

"Are you cold?"

"Do you want me to put a quilt on you?"

"If you don't say anything, will I assume you agree?"

"..."

Chen Qianzhe seemed to be asleep and didn't react at all.

Ling Xi wrapped herself in a quilt, carefully climbed over him and lay down slowly against the wall.

It has to be said that with the bed tent and Chen Qianzhe as a living person, the temperature instantly rose.

Ling Xi was afraid of waking up the tyrant, so she nuzzled next to him like a cat and closed her eyes in contentment.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, the tyrant suddenly turned over, lifted his leg and pressed it on her waist, waking her up instantly.

But she dared not move.

If this awakened the tyrant, it would be difficult to explain.

[However, the pressure is quite tiring, but it makes it warmer. 】

【It’s just that my feet are very cold! 】

[How about you rub it in again? 】

She moved her toes little by little and rubbed against Chen Qianzhe's leg.

You can feel his skin warm through his pants.

[Well, comfortable! 】

Ling Xi wrapped herself in the quilt and closed her eyes in contentment.

"Ah!"

Chen Qianzhe suddenly sneezed.

Confused, he turned over and turned his back to her: "Aweng, Gu, Leng."

cold?
Ling Xi glanced at the single thin quilt.

This small quilt was just right for her to wrap herself in. If another person came... how would she divide it up?
Chen Qianzhe shrank coldly and murmured in his sleep: "Ah Weng."

[If he wakes up from the cold, will he kick me under the bed to sleep? 】

[No, it’s too cold! 】

[Forget it, the tyrant is quite pitiful. If you can't save everything, you will be buried in a hole after his head is chopped off. I'll reward you with a horn! 】

Ling Xi covered half of the tyrant's body with the horns from behind, but only half of her body was exposed.

After thinking about it, she had no choice but to stick to the tyrant's back.

[What are you afraid of? I slept with him after all! 】

[There is nothing to be embarrassed about. My sister sleeps with the milk dog, and the milk dog smells good. My sister will not suffer any loss! 】

Ling Xi, who was writing a short essay on PUA by herself, didn't know when she fell asleep.Anyway, when I woke up, it was already bright outside.

The tyrant was still sleeping soundly, and she was curled up in his arms, her forehead resting on his chin, her arms wrapped around her slender waist, unable to move.

[Fuck, the tyrant’s hands are so heavy! 】

[This morning, ahhhhh...]

【This, this, this, this...】

Ling Xi didn't dare to make too much movement, so she carefully took his arm away, stood up, moved the tyrant's legs away, got up quietly, and crawled over him.

Halfway through the climb, Chen Qianzhe suddenly moved and sat up sleepily.

"Aon..."

Ling Xi paused as she straddled his legs, and suddenly raised her eyes, meeting the tyrant's clear and confused eyes.

"you?"

"Your Majesty, I see you haven't woken up yet. I'm afraid you'll be cold, so I want to cover you with a quilt..."

Ling Xi pulled the quilt out from under Chen Qianzhe, awkwardly covered his legs, and patted him.

"It's still early, Your Majesty, you'd better sleep a little longer."

As he spoke, he pressed Chen Qianzhe's shoulders, manually suppressed him, and forced him back onto the bed.

Chen Qianzhe seemed to be in a daze, looking at her blankly and watching her leave the room.

But the next second, his clear and ignorant eyes turned fierce and sinister.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at the place where Ling Xi had slept. He rubbed the sheets with his fingers, feeling the temperature that was not yet cool.

……

The lobby is in disarray.

People gathered together chattering, not knowing what they were saying.

Ling Xi listened for a while and saw Qian Shizhong in the crowd, and immediately raised her hand to say hello.

"What's wrong this early in the morning? Why do I seem to hear something about dead people?"

Qian Shizhong pointed to the window on the right: "Over there, the dead man."

Through the window, you can see that the riverside coast is full of people. They are soaked by the heavy rain, but they are still looking at something on the riverside.

Qian Shizhong took out his oil-paper umbrella, held it up, and led Ling Xi into the crowd on the shore.

Under the impact of the heavy rain, corpses that could not be seen ended were discharged far and wide.

These corpses were soaked in water and almost rotten, but they could still distinguish men, women, old and young.

In the water, there were still many people digging and salvaging bodies.

Ling Xi felt stuffy in her heart and felt like vomiting: "So much..."

Qian Shizhong pointed to the distance: "Those in gray clothes are the servants of the Qi family. They said that the gate upstream was blocked and they were asked to clean it and release the water. As a result, so many corpses came out."

He made an estimate: "From a visual inspection here, there must be thousands of corpses, and they are still being fished out of the water. Otherwise, the corpses will block the lower river, and they must be cleared in time!"

"So many corpses? What's going on?"

"What else could happen?" Qian Shizhong pointed to the sky.

Ling Xi followed his line of sight and reacted a moment too late: "Huh?"

"Natural disaster, man-made disaster!"

"..."

"There was a drought in the past few months, and the people were displaced and starved to death everywhere. Naturally, more people died." Chen Qianzhe didn't know what came out, but he heard what he said before.

Ling Xi asked in confusion: "But there are more than 1000 refugees...how come they all died at the gate?"

"Of course someone dumped the body!"

"..." Ling Xi's scalp felt numb upon hearing this.

She was born in the third generation of red. When she was a child, she often heard her family talk about the events during the Anti-Japanese War, but hearing about those things and seeing the densely packed corpses with her own eyes were two different things.

"yue..."

She felt nauseated in her abdomen, and she couldn't hold it in any longer and wanted to vomit.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Did you freeze last night?"

Qian Shizhong kindly raised his hand to touch her forehead.

Chen Qianzhe swayed, stepped between the two of them, and grabbed Ling Xi's wrist with an expressionless expression.

"Let's go, this is not for you!"

Qian Zhong wanted to follow him, so he said coldly: "Go and get a bowl of ginger soup, and then find some thick clothes."

Ling Xi did not enter the warehouse, but found a ventilated and remote corner of the room, and sat on the stone steps with a pale face.

"Is this your first time seeing a dead person?" Chen Qianzhe sat down next to her: "It doesn't matter, this world is like this. People die every day. Once you see it a lot, you'll get used to it!"

(End of this chapter)