Chapter 44 He Thought
The two voices collided and then stopped abruptly.
The candlelight flickered, and Xiao Ji saw that pair of incredibly beautiful eyes staring at him quietly, as if waiting for him to speak first. He felt like a thief in his heart, and how could he say the words that had just been turning in his mind?
Xiao Ji was stuck for a moment, and the two of them just looked at each other for a long time, until Qingwu's face became hot and flushed.
The two were very close, and seeing the red glow, the young man immediately misunderstood. The strength that had been flowing for a long time finally made him stumble and utter:
"If you, if...if you want to do something, I can accompany you..."
Xiao Ji, who was always decisive, actually began to stutter. After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and dared not look again.
Qing Wu was stunned for three full breaths before he realized what Xiao Ji meant. He immediately said angrily, "I think? Why would I think? You've already broken a leg, how could I... be so impatient?"
After that, he moved closer to the boy, narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I think you want it more, right?"
These words were like a spark falling into a haystack. Xiao Ji suddenly propped himself up, but groaned because of the movement of his injured leg.
He pursed his lips in a hurry, but the broken sound coming out of his throat was particularly clear in the silence.
Qing Wu immediately stood up and held his shoulders, scolding: "Why are you moving? It hurts so much just by moving, and you still want to do that kind of thing?!"
After being scolded by her, Xiao Ji blushed and defended himself: "No... I didn't think about it... I was really afraid that you would think about it..."
This made Qing Wu laugh angrily, and she pulled open Xiao Ji's quilt. She thought he was wearing trousers, but when the quilt was lifted, two strong and well-proportioned thighs were directly exposed - Xiao Ji was only wearing shorts.
Qingwu's fingertips froze in mid-air, stunned. Although she did want to check it out, she didn't think about seeing it thoroughly... the white and strong thighs, and the slightly raised Keke.
Xiao Ji reacted and hurriedly pulled the quilt, but because of the excessive movement, he pulled his injured leg and groaned in pain.
The dim candlelight cast a bloody hue on his pale skin, making his rosy cheeks look as if they were stained with the sunset glow.
"You, you...you still say you don't want to?!"
Xiao Ji's throat was extremely dry, and his eyes became particularly bright because of his emotions, but after he said this, he was stunned again. Wasn't he originally planning to cooperate?
Then Qingwu watched helplessly as the young man pushed the quilt away again, then closed his eyes and said as if ready to die: "My leg injury hasn't healed yet. If... if you want, then you can..."
Qingwu didn't want to hear the end of this, so she quickly leaned over and covered the lips of the man who was talking nonsense. The warmth of her palm was directly imprinted on his lips, like pressing down on an unopened flower bud, soft and trembling.
This unique touch made her heart tremble. She looked at the young man under her palm and saw only his dark and somewhat dazed eyes. Qingwu was so frightened by his eyes that she immediately withdrew her hand.
She didn't dare look down again, and quickly covered him with the quilt again, then covered him tightly and turned around to sleep.
After one or two breaths, Xiao Ji finally came back to his senses, but the scene he had just seen was still echoing in his mind - the girl leaned over in shock and shyness, her face full of affection, the collar of her nightgown was loose, and a large area of her skin shone with a pearly luster under the candlelight. Just by following the shadow, he could see the ravines in it.
He felt his throat getting drier... and the reaction in his lower abdomen was getting stronger...
It seemed like he really thought about it.
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In a temple somewhere in the Great Yu Dynasty, an old woman with silver-haired hair finally sat down, carrying her bag. She swiftly unloaded the bamboo basket from her back and casually placed the greasy, oil-paper bag on the mottled altar. She clasped her hands together and reverently bowed to the dilapidated Buddha statue, muttering, "The Buddha, please..."
Halfway through his words, he remembered that Buddha did not eat meat, so he took the oil-paper bag back and apologized with a smile: "Well, Buddha, please don't blame me. Since you didn't eat it, I ate it."
She immediately found a place to sit on the ground, took out a gourd from her waist, tilted her head back and took a sip of wine. The spicy wine slid down her throat, and she sighed with satisfaction. Then she tore open the oil paper package, revealing half a shiny and crispy roasted chicken, with golden chicken skin oozing with oil.
She tore off a chicken leg and took a big bite, not caring about the juice splashing on her coarse cloth collar, but she frowned as soon as she entered.
"What a crappy skill! It looks good but is useless!"
She mumbled and took another sip of wine, her voice full of disgust, "It's tasteless, and the meat is very tough, how can it compare to the one grilled by Qingwu at home!"
Speaking of this name, the old woman couldn't help but think of the little girl who squatted in front of the fire pit, with charcoal ash on the tip of her nose, turning the grill with concentration, trying to grill the most delicious roast chicken in the hope that she would not abandon her.
At that time, I would always tear off the drumstick of the roast chicken and stuff it into my mouth and then say with disdain: "You little encumbrance, if it weren't for you, I could find another place."
Although she said she disliked her, she never abandoned her. She even changed her mind about not staying in one place for more than half a year for her. She settled down in a small town for three years, and only started her journey again when she grew up a little.
The old woman wiped her face with her hand. Whether it was the alcohol or the memories of the past, her eyes felt hot. Looking at the roast chicken in her hands, she couldn't help but murmur softly, "I wonder how my silly apprentice is doing now..."
Suddenly, a faint sound came from outside the temple. The old woman looked up sharply, her hand already on the dagger at her waist, her old eyes suddenly sharp as an eagle's. She relaxed only after seeing a weasel scurry past. She tore off a piece of chicken, tossed it into her mouth, and threw it out again when it was halfway in her mouth.
"Forget it," she muttered to herself, facing the empty temple. "Three years have passed. My apprentice should have gotten married, and maybe even had a child. I should go and see... As a grandmother, I should go and see."
Thinking of her old place, the old woman's eyes became hazy again. After a long moment, she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and murmured, "And Zhen'er, I wonder if those people served her wholeheartedly... and whether they properly swept her grave."
She calculated in her mind that it would take several months to get back to the capital from here, but it was okay, she could still walk, at worst she could take a boat or a carriage, she had to take one last look at her little apprentice before continuing her travels around the world.
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