A Qi

An Rong woke up with a start, opened his eyes suddenly, Ah Qi was standing on the edge of the bed and looked down at himself, he pulled his hoarse voice, "Ah Qi." It was just a low murmur, An Rong didn't even dare to ask, are you going today? where?

Ah Qi also fell down on the bed, the two of them were close to each other, and the room was warm and fragrant. Ah Qi was still wearing a robe, and felt a little hot. Just as he got up and wanted to take off the outer robe, An Rong suddenly grabbed him. His arms, eyes darkened, "Qi, don't go..." So cautious and timid, An Rong never wanted to experience the second time of his lover's departure in this life.

Ah Qi turned to explain to him, "It's too hot in the room, I'll take off my coat." At the end, he added, "I won't leave."

Only then did An Rong let go of his hand, the oil lamp in the room was not lit, Ah Qi went forward to light the oil lamp, and it was suddenly bright, with the help of the light, Ah Qi looked back at An Rong, who was staring at him intently , the eyes are full of longing and affection.Ah Qi took off his outer robe, and lay down back to the original place.

On a quiet winter night, separated by a window, the wind is cold outside, and the warm fragrance inside the house surrounds the pillow. Ah Qihuan hugs An Rong and presses her to her chest. It is gentle and serene, and it is a good time for heart-to-heart conversation.

"Xiao Rong, you had a serious illness three years ago, why didn't you tell me?" Ah Qi asked softly.

Thinking back to three years ago, An Rong locked himself in the east wing without seeing anyone. At that time, he thought that he might as well go with Ah Qi, but after more than ten days, he survived.

With his heart shut, he pretended he was getting through it.

An Rong sealed these things in his memory and didn't want to mention them. At this time, Ah Qi forcibly dragged them out again, just like back then, his heart still ached suddenly.

After a long silence, Ah Qi called again, "Xiao Rong..."

This whisper seemed to wake up the consciousness, An Rong hugged Ah Qi suddenly, and the two cheeks pressed together, "Ah Qi, wherever you go from now on, take me with you, okay?" Humble entreaties.

Ah Qi nodded, "Okay. From now on, I will take Xiao Rong with me wherever I go."

That night, the two of them cuddled tightly and lay upright in the bed without any bedding on their bodies, hugging each other and sleeping.At the end of the night, even though the stove in the house was in full swing, the two of them also suffered from the cold.

Waking up the next day, Ah Qi only felt a dry and sore throat, and looked sideways at the people beside him, "Xiao Rong..."

After calling several times in a row, the person beside him felt a little bit, "Mmm..." His mouth was confused, his cheeks were flushed, Ah Qi reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot.Ah Qi hurriedly got up and moved An Rong into the quilt.

Feeling anxious, Ah Qi hurriedly ordered his servants to invite a doctor, and asked the maid to go to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge, and then sat on the edge of the bed to guard An Rong, twisted a wet sweat towel, and wiped the scorching hot water for him over and over again. forehead.

The doctor came to see him and said that he was overworked and suffering from the cold, which is why he contracted the cold.Ah Qi was really worried about the sudden onset of this illness.

The maid on the side said casually, "Master was looking for you all day yesterday, but I was so anxious. Jiafu and the others are still looking outside right now." There was a slight complaint in her words, as if she was complaining for An Rong.

Ah Qi didn't answer, carefully tucked An Rong's blanket tightly, neatly brushed his messy hair on both sides, revealing a pale and soft face, and sighed, "Fool."

The doctor prescribed the medicine, and Ah Qi ordered the maid to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and then she felt relieved.

In the afternoon, An Rong woke up, Ah Qi was probably too tired, and fell asleep leaning against the bedpost.

An Rong stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and caressed Ah Qi's cheek. The real touch made him very at ease, and he didn't feel that his eye sockets were hot and humid. With Yi Ren in front of him, it was like a dream without a trace. He was afraid that if he raised his hand, the figure would disappear.

With the sudden heat, Ah Qi woke up suddenly from his daze, rubbed his eye sockets, he saw clearly the smudged water in An Rong's eyes, wiped it away for him, and then pressed An Rong's hand on his right cheek , "Hungry? You haven't eaten all day."

"Miss, I really want to be sick all the time." An Rong said in an idiot in his illness, at this moment, he looked like a young man who was in love with his wife, hoping that she would love her more.

There has long been a prophecy that husbands and wives in the world should not hate each other, nor should they be too affectionate.But this statement, for An Rong, is absurd.The love between husband and wife naturally needs to be extremely affectionate, and the love cannot be hidden.

"Don't be silly, I'll let the people below cook some porridge." Ah Qi asked the servant girl to cook another bowl of rice porridge, and the bowl on the table was already cold.

Spoon by spoonful, An Rong was fed porridge. Every time An Rong took a sip, he would look at the tenderness on Ah Qi's face, and his heart would melt.After eating a bowl of millet porridge, An Rong's complexion improved a bit after eating, and the two of them lived in the same room in a quiet afternoon.

"When you were sick three years ago, there was no one around to take care of you...Xiao Rong, what happened three years ago?" The old saying was repeated, Ah Qi is determined to figure it out today.

"I thought... you died, and I feel bad, Ah Qi, don't scare me anymore."

"And then?" Ah Qi's heart suddenly tightened.

An Rong said with difficulty, "I locked myself in the room we used to live in, and I was lying on our bed. I thought, when you see me, you will feel sorry for me, and you will come back to see me soon , I waited for more than ten days, but you didn't come... Ah Qi, I hated you to death..."

For some reason, the empty scene in the East Wing flashed in Ah Qi's mind at this time. Based on his own imagination, he concluded that it was An Rong's heartlessness that threw away his things. Now that he thought about it, it was definitely not That's what happened, but what stupid things did this person do back then.

"Xiao Rong, why is the east wing room empty?"

An Rong's eyes were blurred, "I burned all your things, I can't see it, so I can feel more at ease..."

For the past three years, An Rong has been imprisoning herself in the cage of regret, unable to get out, her body is full of scars, and her heart is full of holes.Ah Qi felt uncomfortable, his little Rong had suffered so many crimes, he should have lived happily from now on, but for himself, he was tossing like this.

"Xiao Rong, we're even, let's live a good life in the future, do you think it's okay?"

At this moment, the knot between the two of them was completely untied.

At night, An Rong was still a little stuffy and his voice was heavy, Ah Qi hugged the man in his arms, both of them couldn't fall asleep, they chattered a lot.But from beginning to end, An Rong never dared to ask Ah Qi why he left all day today.

However, it was Ah Qi who took the initiative to mention what happened during the day—"I was taken away by someone today, but he released me soon after. Guess who it is?"

"Who?" An Rong asked anxiously.

"Guess what, you know it."

An Rong didn't intend to guess, Ah Qi pretended to be angry, pinched the smooth face of the person in his arms, "It's the person from your house before, that... the one who looks the most like me. But, does it really look like me?"

"He..." An Rong realized that it was Xiao Sun, but began to worry again, "Ah Qi, I don't like him..."

"You are so stupid. By the way, that man specially asked me to tell you that he doesn't look like me at all. Look at you, you have incurred another debt of love, heartbreaker."

An Rong knew that Ah Qi was teasing herself, and she was both surprised and happy, her body that was limp due to the wind and cold gained some strength, and suddenly pressed Ah Qi under her body, and kissed her several times with her lips , "My lady..."

"Don't worry, you're still sick."

An Rong only kissed a few times, then lay down obediently, and held Ah Qi's hand tightly from under the quilt, "Lady, I will meet you again in my next life."

"Leave a mark. After I go to Po Meng's place to reincarnate, I can go find you."

"That's right." An Rong suddenly thought of something, "Qi, feel for it, the scar on my neck, you have it, I have it too, this is the mark."

Ah Qi feigned anger, "Oh, you almost killed me back then, so it was to leave a mark for me."

An Rong heard the pampering behind this man's words, she felt sweet in her heart, finally couldn't hold back, and bullied him, Ah Qi was afraid that he would be struggling due to illness, so she hugged An Rong and turned over.

"This time... I'm on top." I don't know if it was the blushing of lust, or it was too hot in the room, at this moment Ah Qi's face was flushed, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

An Rong smiled coquettishly, like the ice breaking, and the spring breeze blowing, the scenery in the world is not as good as this smile. "My lady, what are you doing up there?"

Ah Qi faltered and said vaguely, "I'm on top...to move."

A night of lingering, but, isn't this person sick? Why was Ah Qi so tired that he couldn't open his eyelids later, this person still clung to Ah Qi tightly, causing several waves of waves.