When Zhou Cheng heard the person in his arms say that she was cold, he immediately imagined a scene of his fiancée walking in the cold wind.
He hugged her even tighter: "Okay, I'll hold you the whole time. Does that make you feel any better?"
Cheng Xianyi nestled against Zhou Cheng's chest and nodded obediently.
Then she nuzzled Zhou Cheng's chin and said softly, "It's enough to see you. When I can't see you, it feels especially cold."
"Especially here."
Cheng Xianyi pointed to her protruding chest.
Zhou Cheng's brow twitched, and he quickly grabbed Cheng Xianyi's small hand and stuffed it into his cloak.
Then he raised his head, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping over the strange-looking Ziyan in the distance, and then over the dozens of men who stood frozen in place with their knives.
The atmosphere in Guankou was extremely heavy and oppressive.
The guards of the Marquis's mansion were on the edge of their seats. They quickly sheathed their knives, watching this dramatic scene, wanting to explain but not daring to speak rashly.
Zhou Cheng glanced at it once and then looked away.
He bent down to tidy Cheng Xianyi's hair and said softly, "I can't imagine how you found your way from the capital to Jiangling City, such a long distance. I'm glad you're alright."
"If something like this happens again, just stay where you are and wait for me to come pick you up... That's it, there won't be a next time."
"In short, don't take any more risks."
“Uncle Cheng is worried about you every day. You are so naive and timid, and so frail. He is really afraid that you will suffer. These days I can’t even sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see images of you being wronged.”
"......."
Cheng Xianyi listened to the instructions and words above her head, nodding innocently and obediently.
Ah Cheng said,
He was very worried about himself.
He also said that we can't take such risks in the future.
If you can't find him in the future, just stand where you are and wait for him. He will definitely overcome all difficulties to come and get you.
Cheng Xianyi remembered it.
She would remember every word Zhou Cheng said, whether intentional or unintentional, serious or casual, and then put it into practice.
Ziyan, watching this scene from afar, thought: "......."
The guards, dumbfounded, were speechless.
she?
fragile?
timid?
simple?
Listen to this, listen to these rabid and savage words!
What misconception led this group of people to believe that this woman would suffer? They were so worried that they couldn't even sleep!
The guards looked at the leader, whose throat had been slit, with a look of utter despair and pity, and then at the person huddled in Zhou Cheng's arms, trembling with fear.
If the body hadn't been right in front of them, they really wouldn't have believed it.
This girl is such a good actress?
"Cheng, I won't take any more risks. I'll be good and wait for you to pick me up from now on."
"I just wanted to see you so badly. I was worried about you, so I came all the way from the capital. I didn't expect the people on the road to be so wicked. They were all so scary..."
"Look at your hand." The stunningly beautiful face, which had been buried in his chest, lifted up.
Cheng Xianyi's eyes were filled with a hint of moisture as she looked up at Zhou Cheng.
Then he raised his injured hand.
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