Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 41

But when Qian Mei was finally able to lie down quietly, her limbs lost strength as if her muscles had been cramped, and she stared at Tang Tianxiao resentfully.

Tang Tianxiao smiled, took her into his arms, and said, "Sleep, don't rest well, can you still ride a horse tomorrow?"

But Qianmei immediately felt a tingling pain in her body, and opened her mouth to bite him again.

Tang Tianxiao hurriedly dodged to avoid it, and said with a smile, "Hey, the little cat turned into a little lion as soon as it broke its body? How unfortunate am I that I became food for the little lion to grind its teeth?"

But Qian Mei blushed with embarrassment, and kicked and kicked him violently to roll him off the bed.

Tang Tianxiao was not angry either, he laughed and crawled back to the bed, still holding that soft and fragrant exquisite body in his arms, kissed her forehead, and closed his eyes peacefully.

But Qian Mei stared blankly at the gentle smile on the corner of his lips slowly disappearing in his peaceful sleeping face, hesitated for a long time, then slipped out of his arms quietly, and tiptoed off the bed.

Tang Tianxiao hadn't fallen asleep yet, he felt empty in his arms, and his heart seemed to be empty for a moment. He was feeling melancholy, but he heard a "Ding" sound behind him, which was clearly the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Even with his eyes closed, the chill between the blades still cut through him silently like the north wind on a winter night.

The hairs all over his body stood up in an instant.

She may be a cat that likes to catch people, or a bloodthirsty lion that is easy to kill, but she is definitely not Ning Qingwu, not a lamb that can be slaughtered by anyone.

The sharp edge seemed to rub against some silk or cloth, as if to test whether it was sharp.

Only the two of them live in this house, and their weapons, except for bows and arrows, hers is a long whip, and his is a dragon sword.

Although it is not considered a peerless sword, the things carried by the Emperor of the Great Zhou will not be ordinary.

If she was trying to see if his Longyin Sword was sharp, it would be too much to worry about.

Not to mention that he was only wearing close-fitting pajamas, even if he was wearing a golden helmet and heavy armor, he would easily be stabbed to death.

There were cool fingers brushing over his little coat, and brushing his hair scattered on the pillow, as if to check whether he was really asleep.

Tang Tianxiao's heart was chilled as if he had been stabbed when he felt the cold sword's edge approaching quickly.

Without hesitation, he turned over and dodged sideways. With his right elbow resting on the bed board, he turned around nimbly, and his legs were aimed at the woman in front of the bed and flew towards him.

Almost at the same time, his scalp seemed to tighten, but before he felt the pain, he loosened again, and a black shadow flashed past his eyes with the dazzling light of the sword's edge.

Jian Feng didn't push forward, and didn't even get close to him at all, but his legs kicked Ke Qianmei's chest firmly.

But Qianmei screamed, she was kicked backwards, and landed heavily on the ground, before the mischievous smile on her face faded, she turned pale with fright and anger, sat up reluctantly, and stared at him inexplicably.

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(End of this chapter)