58 sleeping together
◎Sleep together, hold him◎
Shu Yao first went to Zui Xiang Fang and explained the whole story to Mei Niang. Mei Niang knew her difficulties very well and did not say much.
Shu Yao gave her ten taels of silver and asked her to pass it on to Chen Jing'an as rent for the shop. Although Chen Jing'an said he would not take her money, she didn't want to owe anyone a favor.
She originally wanted to say goodbye to him in person, but as it was getting dark, she was afraid that it would be midnight when she returned to the village, so she asked Mei Niang to convey a few words.
After coming out of Zuixiangfang, she tried hard to recall her original days in Dongping Village.
In her memory, the mud house in Dongping Village had been in disrepair for a long time, with dilapidated walls. It seemed that she would have to renovate it when she returned. She sighed, and went with Ji Shijing to buy some things for the winter, and then rented an ox cart to return to the village.
It was freezing cold, and not many people from the countryside came to the capital to do business. At this time, there were only the two of them on the ox cart. The wind was blowing coldly on the road. Shu Yao took apart a newly bought quilt and covered herself and Ji Shijing with it.
The man driving the ox cart was an elderly man wearing a tattered hat. He kept rubbing his hands together and occasionally put them to his mouth to blow on them.
Shu Yao found a heater and handed it to him: "Old man, warm your hands." She had just bought this heater. Thinking that it would be cold on the road, she asked the store owner to put a few pieces of burning charcoal in it.
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not possible, young lady. Dongping Village is far away. You can warm your hands by yourself with this stove."
Perhaps it was the cold wind that made the old man's voice tremble.
Shu Yao handed the heater directly to him: "Old man, take it, don't freeze yourself."
He felt a warmth in his palms, and he no longer refused, but thanked her cheerfully, "Thank you, little girl."
Shu Yao smiled and continued to sit back in the bed.
The path was bumpy and rugged, and Lao Niu was bouncing every time she walked. She accidentally fell on Ji Shijing several times, and even hit his chin directly once.
With a "bang".
Shu Yao rubbed her aching forehead and looked up at him embarrassedly, only to see that his fair chin was red from being hit: "Ah Jing, does it hurt?"
Ji Shijing only stared at the redness and swelling on her forehead. After a long silence, he stretched out his fingers and gently stroked it: "How about you? Does it hurt?"
Shu Yao touched her forehead and then realized that she felt a faint pain, but she still shook her head and moved a little further away from Ji Shijing, fearing that the car would shake and she would fall on him again.
He frowned at her little movements.
At this time, the old man driving the cart in front asked, "Girl, you look unfamiliar. Are you going to visit relatives in Dongping Village?" He had been pulling an ox cart here for several years and had never seen this girl before.
Shu Yao tugged at the quilt on her body: "My home is in Dongping Village, but I haven't been back for a long time."
The old man nodded: "No wonder." He thought for a moment, stroked his beard, and reminded her, "Girl, Dongping Village has been quite uneasy lately."
His home is in Xiaohe Village, not far from Dongping Village. He has heard a little about what has happened in Dongping Village during this period.
When Shu Yao heard what he said, her heart was lifted up, and she quickly asked, "Did something happen?"
The old man whipped the yellow cow with a whip. The old cow let out a cry and walked faster: "I heard that a flower thief appeared in Dongping Village, and several girls have been killed." He looked back at Shu Yao and said, "Girl, you better be careful." After that, he whipped the cow on the back again, and the cow ran forward quickly.
Shu Yao and Ji Shijing were both shocked when they heard him say there was a flower thief.
"Uncle, has... has the flower thief been caught?" Shu Yao's heart was pounding.
The old man shook his head and said, "Girl, it will probably be dark by the time you get to Dongping Village, so you must be extra careful."
Shu Yao prayed in her heart that nothing would happen tonight and that she would not encounter any flower thieves.
She shivered, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or fear, and Ji Shijing twisted the quilt around her.
The journey was long and she felt sleepy, so she fell into a daze and fell asleep. However, the sleep was very restless and she was always half asleep and half awake.
Ji Shijing looked at her staggering figure and silently moved closer. Shu Yao leaned on his shoulder at some point, as if she had found a good position. She even rubbed herself up, and the hair on her head rubbed against his neck. Ji Shijing felt itchy and itchy.
After a long time, she suddenly woke up from her dream when she heard the cry of a crow. She stood up and looked around nervously. Gradually, her consciousness returned and she found that she was still on the ox cart. It was pitch black all around, and the clear moonlight could barely illuminate the road under her feet.
The old man parked the ox cart at the entrance of the village and turned to Shu Yao and Ji Shijing and said, "We've arrived at Dongping Village." After thinking for a moment, he reminded her again, "Girl, be careful."
Shu Yao jumped off the ox cart, took note of the old man's instructions, took out a tael of silver from her arms and handed it to him.
The old man handed over a tael of silver and thanked them profusely. He helped the two men unload their things, and then drove the ox cart to another path.
Shu Yao stood at the entrance of the village. There were three big characters "Dongping Village" written on a stone pillar by the road. Looking around, there was no house at the entrance of the village, and the surrounding area was wasteland that had not yet been planted.
She carried her small bag and walked into the village with Ji Shijing in the night.
Although it is spring, the weather is still bitterly cold. When the north wind blows, people shiver with cold.
As we walked along, we saw scattered houses, but the doors of every house were closed, and not even a candle was lit. The whole village was eerily quiet, like a deserted village.
Shu Yao thought of the flower thief the old man had mentioned, and she quickened her pace as she walked towards the house in her memory.
After passing through several winding paths, the two finally stopped in front of a dilapidated earthen house. Looking at the mottled walls, Shu Yao was stunned for a moment.
She had thought about breaking the bank, but never this much.
The overgrown bluestone road meanders all the way to the main gate. The courtyard gate is wide open. The wind blows the two shabby door panels, making creaking sounds that are particularly creepy in this dark environment. The old house inside is no different from an abandoned house. Most of the adobe has fallen off, and the wall of the west house has collapsed. It is no longer habitable. Only the east room is left.
Ji Shijing looked at her in a daze and walked forward: "Let's go and take a look."
Shu Yao finally came to her senses and pushed open the door of the east room with anticipation. As soon as she opened the door, a musty smell hit her. The white paper pasted on the window was already tattered. The moonlight shone in, and she saw that the beams and corners of the walls were covered with broken spider webs. The dust on the bed also danced with the moonlight. There were not many pieces of furniture in the room, and every object was covered with dust.
She put down her bag, found a half-burned candle in the drawer and lit it, and the room suddenly became bright.
She looked at Ji Shijing: "Let's just make do with it for now."
Ji Shijing put down the bags on his back, glanced around the room, and his eyes fixed on the dusty bed. He and she would... sleep together tonight.
His eyes darkened, he pursed his lips, walked to the bed and started to clean up.
Shu Yao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't look down on her.
She went to close the door and saw a dark shadow flash by outside. She was startled and looked carefully again, but found nothing. She thought it was just her illusion, so she locked the door and started to clean up.
After a busy period, she felt a little hot, so she took off her coat and put it on the chair and continued with the work at hand.
She was wearing a tight silk dress, showing her slim waist and exquisite figure. Ji Shijing paused while tidying the quilt, turned away, and his earlobes felt slightly hot.
By the time everything was packed up, it was already late at night. Shu Yao rubbed her sore arms and stared at the made bed in front of her. She realized that this was the only room that could be lived in. That meant she had to live with Ji Shijing tonight.
When she thought of this, she felt a little embarrassed, but then she thought, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, and he was her brother-in-law, so it would be okay to stay with him for one night.
The two men stood by the bed, both with serious expressions.
Shu Yao sighed and looked at the person next to her. Ji Shijing was also looking at her.
"Let's just stay together tonight." She felt a little embarrassed, thinking that if Ji Shijing didn't agree, she would let him live in the collapsed west room alone.
Ji Shijing's voice was very calm: "Okay."
Shu Yao said "hmm", her heart was beating fast, after all, it was the first time she slept in the same bed with a man.
She walked to the bed, took off her shoes, lifted the quilt and huddled in the innermost part, without even taking off her skirt. She covered herself tightly with the quilt, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed, looking at him warily.
Ji Shijing stood upright beside the bed. Seeing her timid eyes, he laughed a little: "I'll go turn off the lights."
The room fell into darkness again, and only his footsteps could be heard getting closer. Shu Yao buried her face in the quilt, her heart beating wildly. She touched her face and felt a burning sensation.
There was a sound of clothes rubbing against quilts next to her, so she moved a little to the side, almost hiding herself in the wall. But despite this, the two of them inevitably bumped into each other, after all, the bed was too small.
Shu Yao moved as if she had been electrocuted.
She lifted the quilt and turned to look at Ji Shijing. The moonlight just happened to shine on his face. He was lying flat on the bed with his eyes slightly closed.
Seeing him like this, Shu Yao felt that she was too sensitive, so she turned around and kept her eyes open thinking about how to live in the village in the future. While thinking about it, she fell asleep without knowing when.
The moon in the sky was slowly covered by dark clouds. Several old tree branches intertwined, and a crow landed on one of the trees. It made hoarse cries from time to time, then suddenly flapped its wings and flew away, passing through the dark sky and disappearing into the night.
In the house, the north wind blew through the dilapidated windows. Ji Shijing slowly opened his eyes, and heard the sound of even breathing in his ears. He tilted his head slightly, and the sleeping face in the night enlarged in front of him.
Shu Yao faced him, with a few strands of hair scattered across her face.
Ji Shijing's slender fingers gently stroked her hair. When they touched her delicate skin, his fingertips trembled. He moved his fingers down and touched her smooth neck. His eyes were burning hot, and the fragmented light in his eyes condensed and floated, faintly flashing with a few imperceptible desires.
He lingered on her neck, nostalgic for the softness and delicacy of that place. Unconsciously, his hand suddenly tightened, and the bones on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
"Woo." Perhaps because she felt a little uncomfortable, Shu Yao whimpered uncomfortably.
He suddenly came back to his senses, his fingers gradually loosened, and the fanaticism in his eyes slowly faded away.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
At this time, another gust of cold wind blew, and Shu Yao instinctively moved closer to the warmth, and unconsciously hugged Ji Shijing's waist.
He was stunned and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but the body against him was unusually soft, and her warm breath was right next to his ear, so he changed his mind.
He also turned sideways to face her. They were very close to each other. He stared at her lips. His eyes darkened. He placed his fingers on her lips and rubbed them repeatedly. His breathing became heavier.
In the darkness of the night, the madness in his eyes was about to burst out.
System: [After testing, the trust value is 32%.]
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