The perfect game for personalities

On the second day, Jiang Fei refused to talk to Azheji.

He turned his back to Azheji in a fit of anger, and huddled in the corner of the carriage, wrapped in a thick bedding, only revealing a black hair twist.

The carriage was narrow, and he had no way to retreat. He could only curl up tighter when he heard the sound of Azheji approaching, pretending to be asleep.

Azheji tentatively brushed away his long hanging hair, and flicked his fingertips to see a small piece of white nape.

The flesh was tense, like some kind of vigilant and timid little beast, tremblingly hoping not to be noticed by his gaze.

Azheji could naturally hear his suffocated hasty breath, knowing that he was awake and still annoyed himself.

The apex of his heart was soft and hot, but the words he blurted out became more determined and natural. Only by implementing this high-sounding excuse can he cover up the guilt that passed in his heart for a moment.

"Why are you still angry with me? Didn't you want to warm your hands last night?"

He deliberately pushed the crime on Jiang Fei and picked himself clean.

Hearing this, Jiang Fei also became a little angry. Just as he poked his head out to argue with him, he suddenly remembered that he had made up his mind today not to talk to him, so he buried him even deeper, even when Azheji touched his neck. Do not move.

Seeing him wrapped up in a ball, Azheji was so cute, he really wanted to hold him in his arms and feel affection for him.

It's just that Jiang Fei woke up today and cried with him for a long time, holding his red palm that was about to break skin, and refused to let him get close no matter what.

He should be tired after making trouble for a long time, so let him have a good rest.

Thinking of this, Azheji had no choice but to temporarily suppress his eagerness to move, gave him a tender look, and quietly walked out of the carriage.

Seeing the group of snakes crawling around the carriage, he thought for a while and said in a low voice.

"Go in and stay with him."

The snakes swarmed towards the carriage.

In the evening, when Azheji brought the food in, Jiang Fei ignored him.

Perhaps it was too late to hide. When Azheji opened the curtain, he saw Jiang Fei flusteredly covering his head with a fur coat. The fingertips of both hands were still exposed, clutching the corners of his clothes nervously. Azheji tightened slightly as he approached.

He did the same at noon, Azheji put down his food and went out again.

But now it has been a day, and he didn't see Jiang Fei talking softly to himself with a smile, and he missed him so much, he couldn't help it.

Putting down the bowl containing water, Azheji left without knowing it this time, gently covered Jiang Fei's knuckles, and grabbed one of his hands.

"You've been bored all day, how uncomfortable. Don't be angry with me, talk to me."

One hand that was bound was struggling like a fish that landed on the shore. Seeing that he couldn't get free, the other hand hurriedly hid back, refusing to give Azheji a chance to catch it.

Jiang Fei's muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"Let go of me!"

"You come out to see me, and I will let go."

After Azheji finished speaking, Jiang Fei didn't speak again, and the hand held by him didn't move, as if waiting for him to let his guard down before taking the opportunity to escape.

Azheji also had an insight into his mind, and calmly circled his thin wrist, making sure it was secure, before rubbing his knuckles and checking his palm.

The skin of the palm is the most delicate, red from being bullied, and it should be a little painful.

Jiang Fei should be annoyed at him.

The unhappiness of being left out all day disappeared, and his chest was filled with indescribable tenderness. Azheji lowered his head and licked his palm.

Jiang Fei shook violently, trying desperately to withdraw her hand.

After Azheji concentrated on licking it a few more times, he couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed Azheji angrily as he lifted the quilt.

"You, don't lick! Let go of me!"

Azheji had been waiting for him to come out on his own initiative, still holding his wrist with one hand, and pressing his shoulder with the other into his arms.

Then the palms slid down the thin back, stopped at the waist and tightened, embedding the person in his arms.

Only now did Jiang Fei realize that he had fallen into his trap.

The anger that hadn't dissipated rose again, and he stared at Azheji, tears couldn't stop gushing from his dark eyes, his long and slender eyelashes were soaked, and clusters stuck to his fair skin.

"You bullied me again!"

Azheji loosened his strength a little, but still didn't give him a break.

Wiping the teardrops from the corners of his eyes affectionately with his fingertips, his voice was softened by Jiang Fei's crying, coaxing him.

"I didn't bully you, I know your heart hurts, lick it and you'll get better soon."

Jiang Fei just shook his head, anxiously wanted to run out of the carriage, and uttered incoherent words.

"I hate you, I don't want to go back with you, I want to go by myself, let me go—"

Even though he might not know what he was talking about, Azheji's face changed when he heard it.

He hugged Jiang Fei forward, lifted the curtain, pointed at the wind and sand outside, and said in a deep voice.

"You want to go by yourself, where are you going?"

"This is already a desert, and there will be wolves at night. Are you not afraid of being torn apart and eaten by them?"

The subordinates outside saw with their own eyes how much Azheji cherished Jiang Fei during this time, and now that he lost his temper, as if he had quarreled with the Central Plains man, they all looked over involuntarily, and stopped advancing. up.

Azheji's face was rarely gloomy, but he still hugged the Central Plains man affectionately.

He said he wanted him to go, but his arms were tightly wrapped, afraid that he would fall off the carriage, and also afraid that he would really dare to leave.

Jiang Fei was used to wearing her inner robe in the carriage, and was always lazy and sleepy, and her clothes were not neat.

The belt of the inner robe was pushed open during the dispute just now, and it hung loosely. The snow-white obscene clothes showed a narrow waist, which is a thin figure that is rare for foreigners.

A section of white shoulders and neck on the neckline was mostly covered by the falling crow black long hair, and it swayed with the struggling movements, as if it was the shimmering moonlight on the night lake, which made people's eyes and hearts white and bright water waves.

The subordinates have all seen the Central Plains man on the carriage, but the last time, the Central Plains man was the eunuch next to His Highness the Crown Prince, but now he has become a little beauty with a brain burnt out, and was stolen by them thousands of miles away.

This was wrong, but Azheji was their patriarch, and they were supposed to obey, so they kept Jiang Fei under strict supervision as if nothing had happened.

They regarded Jiang Fei as a special prisoner in their hearts, and they also knew that this was not the person they should covet, so they usually turned a blind eye to it.

But now, seeing that Jiang Fei's nose was red from crying and his face was full of tears, they all froze again at a loss.

The people from the Central Plains are too thin, too white, and too fragile, and crying is even more fatal, turning their recklessness into cautiousness that they don't know how to deal with.

Sensing the strange gazes of his subordinates, the gloom between Azheji's brows became heavier.

He was convinced that these subordinates would not betray him, and now he showed such an insane attitude, but he was bewitched by Jiang Fei.

Why is he so cute?

It's really a love-hate relationship.

In an instant, Azheji felt a bit of pain in his chest, and even had a momentary killing intent, wanting to completely kill the softness that he couldn't grasp.

It was already dark outside, and the distant howling of wolves came from the depths of the empty desert.

All the resistance in Jiang Fei's body shrank back in fright at the terrifying animal sound.

As if nothing had happened just now, he trembled, and went straight into Azheji's arms, wishing he could get into his flesh and blood, and hide in his heart to be the safest.

Instead of arguing stubbornly, he just whimpered and wept Azheji's shoulders wet.

He didn't call Azheji's name again, and it seemed that he hadn't completely calmed down, but he could only rely on Azheji in fear.

After all, this is the only one who can protect him.

Azheji also saw his panicked thoughts, and stared at him for a long while, with emotions in his eyes.

After a long while, he signaled his subordinates to continue on the road and lowered the curtain.

The palm landed on Jiang Fei's trembling back, comforting him up and down.

The body under the palm is so thin, so thin that it can easily break every bone in him.

Azheji sighed, the dark restlessness in his heart and the bone-chilling chill in his eyes fell into the air with this sigh, disappeared, and his expression returned to gentleness with a slight smile.

"Don't be afraid, I won't abandon you, and I won't let you be eaten by wolves."

Hearing this reassurance, Jiang Fei's crying became quieter, and he raised his head as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and gave him a timid look.

Azheji was still smiling, staring at him intently, and said slowly.

"I didn't lie to you. If your palm is red, lick it and it will heal faster. And last night was also to warm your hands. I never wanted to bully you from the beginning to the end."

Seeing Jiang Fei pursing his lips hesitantly, as if he was thinking whether to trust himself, Azheji's smile deepened, and his voice became softer.

"It's so cold at night, don't you want me to sleep with you tonight?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Fei hurriedly grabbed his hand to answer.

"want!"

Biting her lip, Jiang Fei couldn't bear to be angry at the thought of relying on him to sleep at night, so she just pouted and sobbed softly.

"We... when will we arrive, I don't want to sleep in the carriage."

Hearing this, Azheji froze.

His smile became forced, and the tenderness in his eyes fell.

Staring at Jiang Fei with dark eyes, sober and deep, he just said.

"almost."

Jiang Fei was looking forward to leaving the carriage as soon as possible, but Azheji greedily hoped that the days on the road would become longer.

Because Jiang Fei stayed by his side only on the road.

It was only in the last few days that he could rely on Jiang Fei's dependence on him and do whatever he wanted with him.

In the past few days when we got closer and closer to Harmon, Azheji asked his subordinates to slow down their pace strangely, and the journey that could have been reached in three days was dragged into five days.

And Azheji stayed in the carriage and couldn't get out, even let them pass in the food.

The subordinates could only hear Jiang Fei's suppressed sobbing from time to time, which was so soft that it made people imagine.

From time to time, snakes would come out of the carriage quickly, as if they had eaten a full meal, and the wet snake's body was shining with water.

The carriage that had been going all the time finally stopped, and the joyful sounds of the subordinates came from outside.

"Patriarch, Harmon has arrived."

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