Chapter 119 Snuggle under the bridge

"call--"

On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind howled in.

It's still raining heavily outside.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl's delicate little feet that stretched out from the hem of her skirt and stretched out in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the sword in her arms.

The other hand is not holding the hilt of the sword.

but……

Is this a temptation?

She deliberately stretched out her little foot to test him. When he reached out to touch her, revealing his dirty thoughts, she suddenly unsheathed her sword and sealed her throat with one sword.

"You should be killed!"

As a result, under this dark and cold bridge, there was a pitiful dead soul.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the little feet in front of him. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he did not dare to reach out and said: "Well...Miss Xia Chan, you should take off your clothes yourself. Men and women cannot be intimate, let alone girls."

The feet are..."

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

The girl's other hand, at some point, was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Actually, I just said that martial arts practitioners don't need to adhere to worldly etiquette when going out. If you worry too much, do whatever makes you feel comfortable... If Miss Xia Chan doesn't care, I will help you take it off."

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, stretched out his hand to hold her slender ankle, picked up her feet, and carefully helped her take off her soaked shoes.

Then, she slowly took off the snow-white socks on her feet.

The stockings fell off, and a delicate snow-white jade foot was exposed under the bright flames. Holding it in his hand, it looked like a snow-white delicate jade foot, flawless.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to look at it, put it on his lap and looked up at her.

The girl still looked away with her face turned away, paused, then stretched out her other foot from under her skirt and placed it in front of him.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, picked up her other delicate little foot, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.

"If the floor is dirty, just put it on my lap."

In order to make her comfortable, Luo Qingzhou turned sideways and stretched out his legs, then took her shoes and socks and baked them on the bonfire.

The girl was tightly wrapped in his loose clothes, looking out of the bridge with her pretty face sideways.

After a long time, she slowly turned her face away, glanced at him, then at the shoes and socks in his hands, and at his stretched out legs, and finally at her white little feet on his legs.

, there was a hint of trance in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou put her shoes on the ground next to the bonfire to roast, then took her socks, approached the flames, and roasted them carefully.

Under the bridge, it was silent.

There was only the sound of burning firewood and the howling of the cold wind on both sides of the cave entrance.

The two of them were silent, neither speaking.

The girl blinked her long eyelashes and stared blankly at his serious look and his delicate and handsome profile.

In a daze, it felt like I was back to that day again.

It was snowing heavily, and he sat on the steps in the alley, looking gently at the two little beggars beside him who were happily eating steamed buns, with a calm and peaceful expression.

It was as if the wind in the alley stirred her long hair and also stirred her heart.

She never knew what liking meant.

Of course, I don’t even know what love at first sight is.

But at that moment, her heart was filled with tenderness; her eyes were filled with his look.

For several days, she secretly watched him there.

Then, on the day he came in, at that last moment, she suddenly plucked up the courage, blushed for the first time, and said those words to the young lady and Bai Ling that still make her feel ashamed when she thinks about them.

"Boom!"

Outside the bridge cave, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded.

The girl's body trembled, and she subconsciously approached him. She hugged her knees tightly, huddled up, and her face turned pale.

Dark night and thunder, strong wind and heavy rain are nightmares and shadows that will never go away for her who once lived on the streets and fields.

She is afraid of them.

Seeing her fragile body trembling, Luo Qingzhou's little face turned pale with fright. He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his arms, and wanted to hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare, so he could only comfort her softly: "It's okay.

It's very safe here. Thunder sounds scary, but in fact it is very far away for us. It is in the sky and we are on the ground, so..."

"boom!"

Suddenly there was another thunder.

Then a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and landed on a willow tree by the river not far from the bridge cave.

"Click!"

The willow tree was split in half on the spot.

The flames burned.

But soon, it was wiped out by heavy rain.

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth and stared blankly at the chopped and burnt willow tree. He swallowed the words alive.

The girl next to her was trembling even more violently.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, opened his arms, held her in his arms, and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The girl leaned in his arms, her cheek buried in his chest, and the trembling on her body finally calmed down.

Luo Qingzhou held her with one hand, gently caressed her shoulders and smooth hair, comforted her tenderly, and helped her bake her stockings with the other hand. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

The night passed quietly.

It's still windy and thunderous outside.

On both sides of the bridge, the cold wind was still howling.

The two people cuddled together in front of the bonfire, feeling a rare sense of tranquility and warmth.

"It's done. Let me help you put it on, otherwise your feet will be cold."

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate and smooth feet and helped her put on the dried snow-white socks.

"Well, how about... you lie on my lap and I bake your hair, otherwise you will get sick tomorrow."

Luo Qingzhou saw that the girl at this moment had become rare and gentle, so he no longer had too many scruples and worries in his heart.

The girl clung to his arms and remained silent for a while. Fang slowly bent down and lay on his legs obediently.

Her hair is as long as a waterfall, hanging down.

Luo Qingzhou ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed it gently close to the flame, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Xia Chan's hair is so beautiful."

The girl's cheek was buried in his leg, motionless and silent.

In his hand, he still held the sword tightly.

After a long time.

Luo Qingzhou said: "Now that your hair is dry, um...your coat...why don't you take it off too?"

The girl lay on his lap and did not move or speak.

Luo Qingzhou said again: "Miss Xia Chan..."

The girl still didn't move. She tightened her fingers on the sword and slowly loosened it.

"Then go to sleep, lean against the campfire, and you should be dry soon."

Although Luo Qingzhou's legs were a little numb, he didn't move.

The two of them just sat, and the other lay down, and became quiet.

The heavy rain finally stopped in the middle of the night.

But the cold wind is still biting.

Snowflakes were falling silently outside.

Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all, his legs were numb from the pressure, but he didn't have the heart to disturb the girl who seemed to be sleeping on his legs.

He slowly lay back, looking at the dark ceiling of the cave, thinking about things.

The flames of the bonfire gradually died down.

The cold wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, and the girl trembled again.

Luo Qingzhou sat up, took dry firewood from the side, and stuffed it into the fire.
To be continued...