Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 292 – Seeing Yi Ren

She was a little panicked, but inexplicably liked this feeling.

"Don't leave me again, Qingmei!"

She wanted to refuse, but her hands were faster than her thoughts, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch his sleeve.Why did she feel that this situation seemed familiar?
A blue robe corner that fell into the abyss flashed in my mind, who is that?

"do not want!"

She stretched out her hands to try her best to recover, but she was almost suffocated due to the headache.

"Oh!"

The two hugged each other so tightly and fell into Baitou Lake.She fell into the water suddenly, causing her to drown uncontrollably for a while.

While she was desperately struggling, she was suddenly embraced by him again. At this moment, her mind was blank, and she had no time to think about it.

At this time, Sikong Que had already realized that the person in his arms was unconscious, so he moved his cold lips towards her again, anxious to breathe for her.

Feeling that her temperature was getting lower and lower, his head slammed, and he suddenly felt unprecedented fear, so he didn't care so much, he quickly practiced his skills, and jumped out of the lake with her in his arms...

At this moment, it was raining heavily, and he bowed his waist to prop up a clear sky for the person in his arms, and rushed towards the cave where the two of them sheltered that year.

Pu Yi stepped into the cave, searching for his memories, and soon found the firewood he had picked up back then. Fortunately, the cave was mild and the firewood was quickly ignited.

At this time, Huyan Qingmei's lips had already been turned purple by the bitingly cold lake water, and she was trembling, and in her mouth, she was whispering something in a sleepy voice.

Sikong Que held her in his arms, turned his rare internal energy into heat, and sent it into her body continuously.

"Que...I'm so cold...Que...It hurts..."

"Light brow!"

In her arms, even if she loses consciousness, she is still thinking of him, and his heart is sour and slightly sweet.The eye sockets are already moist.

"puff!"

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he still didn't forget to tighten her body tightly when he was about to fall.

It seems that the internal force can no longer be forcibly stimulated!Fortunately, she was in a coma at this time, and her face gradually turned pale.

"Qingmei, your clothes are soaked! My husband will take them off and dry them for you! Otherwise, you will get sick!"

He knew that she couldn't respond at all at this time, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and wiped her carefully with the other.

Even though they were married couples with Qi Mei raised the case, at this time he was still like the boy back then, his face was slightly flushed.

Worried that her icy body would freeze, he simply took his own clothes. After many years, the husband and wife met again in the true sense of the past.

In the light of the charming bonfire, she no longer bared her teeth and claws at him while sleeping in her arms.

Her figure is a little fat, um... To be exact, a little fat, but it still makes him unable to hold back.

Unable to live up to expectations, he turned his eyes away with difficulty, trying to turn his head away from the scenery in his arms, but couldn't help but look back frequently.

"You are my wife!"

He seemed to be convincing himself, so he no longer shyly evaded, but warmed his hands to soothe the cold limbs and body for his beloved wife.

Soon Huyan Qingmei gradually regained consciousness under his meticulous care, but he himself was already suffering...

And she, who was soundly asleep in his arms, began to approach his warm body uneasily at this moment, constantly rubbing her wet head against his scarred heart.

"Light brow..."

He gently pushed her away with some reluctance, and immediately took her drying underwear and put it on for her.

(End of this chapter)