Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

No one gossiped, and Master Song and Mrs. Song did not say anything. It was as if their behavior was not out of the ordinary and it was just an ordinary interaction.

She could feel the different eyes falling on her from time to time, looking at her.

She stuffed another piece of ice into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and she swallowed the melted ice water, which made her mouth feel numb from the cold.

"Spit it out."

In front of her was a beautiful hand, spread out.

She shook her head in refusal, chewed it up and swallowed it, then pressed his open palm under the table, "It's time to eat."

His tongue numbed by the cold made his speech even more slurred, sounding like a sticky coquettish voice.

He didn't do anything else, and all he served her were light dishes, which became more and more undisguised.

After finally finishing the meal, she almost fled back to her yard and didn't go out all afternoon. He also had dinner delivered to her yard.

After lying in bed at night, she couldn't help but think about what would happen tomorrow morning. As she thought about it, she felt a little insomnia. She fell asleep when she was extremely sleepy, and then dreamed again.

In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes in panic. She had a thin layer of sweat all over her body, soaking her thin lingerie. The fabric was sticky to her body, her hair was stuck to her neck, and her temples were wet.

She was breathing rapidly and was a little out of breath. There seemed to be some strange feeling left in her body, and her hands and feet were weak.

The sweat evaporated and took away the heat, and she wrapped the quilt tighter around her body. The fragments that flashed in her mind when she first woke up had completely disappeared, and she could not remember them anyway.

Just thinking about it made my head throb, so I wiped the sweat from my forehead and pressed my arm against the painful head.

I couldn't sleep anymore for the rest of the night.

The red and hot cheeks had already cooled down, and the tearful eyes were still slightly red. There was an inexplicable panic in the heart, but no reason could be found.

Under the curtain, she could feel the light outside changing, and the sky was getting brighter. She heard the chirping of birds in the distance, covered her mouth and yawned. She looked very lethargic, and her eyes were lightly green and black.

After staying up late, her heart beat faster. When she lifted the quilt, she heard a crisp sound in the joints of her arms. Her limbs were a little stiff. She stretched out and moved her stiff and uncomfortable body.

Breakfast was also eaten in the room. There was no specific time agreed upon yesterday. She hurried over, but she only saw the guards guarding the gate outside the courtyard. As soon as she approached, she was respectfully asked to leave. Her attitude was really tough.

She moved farther away, but did not leave, waiting for them to come.Her eyes were fixed on the door, so she could see them as soon as they came over.

But until the sun rose higher and her legs were sore when she stood, she didn't see half of their figures. They were all liars!
Song Muchi forgot, she didn't hear him promise her, but Song Shiyu didn't come either.

Ruan Ruan raised her arms to block the side of her head, and her wide and hanging sleeves blocked the sun. However, she was still a little dizzy from the sun. In addition, she did not sleep well last night, and her body with already low values ​​became even weaker.

The morning promised in the words had already passed, and she knew they wouldn't come. The people in the copy couldn't believe it, and they said they liked her.

Since she didn't succeed, she should leave, but she escaped from the morning practice and didn't know what would happen when she went back. She was really unwilling to leave like this after waiting for so long.

Biting her lip, she didn't know where the impulse came from and walked towards them again. (End of chapter)