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"Come up." Yan Chan squatted down with his back to Guan Zheng who was bending over and beating his legs.
Guan Zheng stared at her figure and wanted to say that she could hold on for a while longer, but was ruthlessly exposed by Yan Chan.
So she tentatively placed her hand on Yan Chan's shoulder. She still remembered that there was a deep scar there, which was caused by a knife wound in the palace.
"Does it hurt?" Guan Zheng asked subconsciously.
"What?" Yan Chan pushed her up, not understanding what she meant.
"Nothing..." Guan Zheng's voice was very soft, and fell into Yan Chan's ears with a little warmth.
Yan Chan carried her on his back as they walked through the woods, the fallen leaves crunching under their feet.
Until this sound could no longer cover up the crying coming from her ears, Yan Chan stopped.
"Yan Chan, I'm so sad." These words were mixed in with Guan Zheng's sobbing.
Yan Chan lowered his eyes and put her to the ground.
She subconsciously closed her eyes and gently touched Guan Zheng with her forehead, transferring her warmth to her.
"In my hometown, there's a saying that touching foreheads together can divert sadness."
"I don't want to see you sad, so let me be sad for you."
Guan Zheng died during the years when Yan Chan loved her the most. Even though Yan Chan felt that it might just be a false dream, her heart still ached.
Everything was too real, so real that she often couldn't tell where reality was.
She almost said the word "wife" so easily.
Yan Chan closed her eyes, and all she could think of was the scene of her kneeling in front of Guan Zheng's coffin.
At this moment she seemed to really believe it.
This can distract from the sadness.
Yan Chan still clearly remembered Guan Zheng's appearance when she "fell asleep". She lay there quietly, her face as pale as paper, as if she was really asleep.
But a hint of sadness appeared between her brows again.
Yan Chan hadn't seen Guan Zheng look sad for a long time.
Guan Zheng did not open her eyes, but just felt quietly. Yan Chan's forehead was so warm, but her hand wrapped around her was so cold.
These hands had been cut by a sharp sword, and blood dripped down the sword onto the ground.
It also fell into her heart.
......
"A-choo," Guan Zheng had just run into the bathtub when she suddenly sneezed again.
The two walked all the way in wet clothes and finally got out of the deserted jungle.
Guan Zheng sank down again so that the hot water could wrap more of her skin.
She clung to the edge of the tub with her arms and gently leaned her head on it. Drops of water slid down her arms, leaving a delicate trail.
Guan Zheng had no plans to take a nap here, because as soon as she closed her eyes, all sorts of images would appear in her mind, so she just stared at one spot in a daze.
Thinking too much would only make her physically and mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, Yan Chan is still by her side.
They were also facing each other, but there was a screen between them.
But...the quality of this screen is too good, she can't even see Yan Chan opposite her.
I really want to know what she is doing.
So Guan Zheng called Yan Chan's name softly, tilted her head and rested it on her arms with a smile.
Suddenly she smelled a strange smell...and her brows frowned slightly.
It's ginger soup.
But Guan Zheng didn't want to drink it because she didn't like the spicy taste.
As Yan Chan brought in the boiled ginger soup, she heard Guan Zheng's refusal.
She chuckled. Her nose was quite sensitive, so it seemed that the symptoms of the cold were not very serious.
But it is still necessary to drink this bowl of ginger soup. Yan Chan picked up the bowl and took a small sip.
The temperature is still a little hot, and the taste... is much better than taking some bitter medicine.
With a "dong" sound, the bowl filled with ginger soup was placed on the wooden table by Yan Chan. There was even a very subtle buzzing sound that required patience to capture.
"Do you want to drink it yourself, or should I feed you?" Yan Chan rubbed the edge of the soup bowl with his fingertips. Only here was the temperature not too high.
After carrying the food all the way, her originally cold hands were now warmed by the ginger soup.
This feeling was very comfortable, so Yan Chan simply cupped his hands against the wall of the bowl, which also helped to cool him down, really killing two birds with one stone.
"I don't want to drink it. I didn't catch a cold at all." Guan Zheng refused stubbornly. As soon as she finished speaking, she was hit in the face by a sneeze.
She hummed, scooped up a handful of hot water and splashed it on her face.
The water drops slid down the forehead, looking like a tear mark.
She wanted to soak for a while longer, but her fingertips were already wrinkling and the temperature of the water in the bucket was gradually dropping.
Guan Zheng stood up, took a cloth to wipe the water droplets on her body, and put on a loose robe.
The hem of her dress was a little long, with part of it dragging on the ground. Guan Zheng grabbed the hem in front of her to prevent herself from stepping on it.
The wet long hair wet the clothes on the back, which made people feel a little cool.
That was hair that had been wrung out with water, but it wasn't completely dry yet.
Guan Zheng suddenly noticed a basket of small fruits next to Yan Chan. They were bright red and looked juicy.
She walked over quickly and sat next to Yan Chan. She first pushed aside the ginger soup that Yan Chan handed to her and then picked up a few fruits and put them to her mouth.
Yan Chan smiled helplessly, stood up and went behind the screen to get another dry cloth.
So Guan Zheng ate the fruit while Yan Chan continued to comb her hair.
Until no more drops of water can be dripped.
At that time, half of the fruit in the basket had disappeared.
"Yan Chan, it's sweet, try it." Guan Zheng picked up one and turned around to put it into Yan Chan's mouth.
The fruit was very soft and would burst with juice if squeezed hard, so Guan Zheng was very careful when picking it up.
Yan Chan suddenly had a fruit stuffed into her mouth. She bit it subconsciously, and the juice flowed down Guan Zheng's fingers that had not yet been withdrawn.
Yan Chan took her juice-stained hand without thinking and licked the sweet fruit juice off it.
It’s really sweet.
"It's so itchy." Guan Zheng wanted to pull her hand back, but Yan Chan held it tightly.
"I haven't drunk the ginger soup yet." Yan Chan pressed the joints on her fingers, which seemed particularly hard compared to the soft and warm skin on them.
"It tastes terrible. I don't want to drink it." Guan Zheng frowned, as if the spicy taste had already entered her throat.
Could Yan Chan still force the ginger soup into her mouth? Guan Zheng felt more confident when she thought of this.
As long as she persists, she will definitely be able to avoid the bowl of ginger soup.
Yan Chan also knew that she was soft-hearted, so he hugged Guan Zheng from behind, rested his chin lazily on the crook of her neck, and whispered something in her ear.
The sound of the cicada was very light, like a feather gliding by, which made Guan Zheng's heart itch.
The tips of her ears suddenly turned red, and her eyes were a little vague and she didn't dare to look at the person beside her neck.
Yan Chan saw that what she said worked, and the little greedy cat really gulped down the ginger soup in one gulp.
As if as a reward, he picked up the reddest fruit and stuffed it into Guan Zheng's mouth, just like she had just done.
The spicy taste in her mouth was quickly covered by the sweet juice. Guan Zheng licked the cold fingers before they left, which was her "revenge".
......
Guan Zheng yawned and slowly woke up. She glanced outside and saw that it was still dark.
So he lay down again, and out of boredom, he picked up his outer robe from the corner and put it on.
Although the weather is not cold now, I am sweating profusely.
Maybe the ginger soup had some effect, as she was so hot that she kicked off the quilt in her sleep.
I'm not used to having my skin exposed to the air without anything to cover it.
She smelled the scent of sweet fruit and looked down at her chest.
There were still some red marks on it that had not been licked clean.
But Guan Zheng was too lazy to get out of bed and wipe herself with a towel.
My limbs feel a little soft, as if I have been soaking in warm water for too long.
From the moment she woke up until now, Guan Zheng's eyes have been on Yan Chan, as if she can't see enough of her.
She leaned against Yan Chan's right arm, with her left hand on her shoulder so that she could put her face on it.
Suddenly, the cicada moved.
Guan Zheng thought she had woken her up, but she didn't move anymore, as if the movement just now was just an illusion.
When it was dawn, Yan Chan woke up from her dream and she dreamed of those scenes again.
The memory of the "dream" haunted her like a ghost.
She blinked slowly, still not fully conscious.
Suddenly, Guan Zheng propped up her upper body and came into her sight.
Guan Zheng, without her hairpins and jewelry, looks exactly the same as in the "dream".
Yan Chan subconsciously raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. The warm touch made her smile.
"My lady, why did you wake up so early today?" Yan Chan's voice was a little hoarse, and his fingertips brushed Guan Zheng's cheek with some affection.
After saying that, she closed her eyes again, probably because she was still sleepy.
Yan Chan reached out and pressed Guan Zheng against her chest, rubbing her neck affectionately.
Mmm, my wife smells so good.
A few strands of Guan Zheng's hair hung down and covered Yan Chan's eyes.
Guan Zheng suddenly realized that Yan Chan called her "wife". Before she could remember what to say, she was pulled into her arms.
It seems that just rubbing it is not enough.
Guan Zheng soon felt a series of slightly wet kisses on her neck.
Gradually, the kiss was no longer just a light taste, but seemed to suck out a red spot on her skin.
The hand behind her was still stroking her back.
Guan Zheng's waist was pinched.
This made his already sore body even weaker and he had no strength to resist.
Yan Chan couldn't let go of the smooth skin, and he didn't want to separate from his sweet and soft wife for a moment.
"Yan Chan!" Guan Zheng shouted in a hurry, otherwise her hand would have reached somewhere else.
"Hmm" Yan Chan opened his eyes, still a little confused, "Why doesn't my wife call me husband anymore?"
Guan Zheng pursed her lips, feeling mixed emotions. She never dared to imagine that Yan Chan was the same as her in that life.
She suddenly felt like crying.
Yan Chan's stuck head finally started to move. Her pupils shrank slightly. After realizing what nonsense she had just said, she immediately covered Guan Zheng's ears.
"!!" This action forced Guan Zheng to hold back the tears that she had been brewing with great difficulty.
As long as she covered it quickly enough, Guan Zheng wouldn't have heard it!
Yan Chan broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.
Although Guan Zheng was her wife in the dream, but here... besides, she was a transmigrated person from a book, so the Yan Chan in the dream looked completely different from her original appearance.
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