One of Ouyang Shaogong's colleagues, Chang'an

Inn.

Steamy.The slender jade shoots were about to take off their ragged clothes when they were gently held by a hand.

"What's the matter? Don't want--shall I wash it for you?"

Xun Fang raised her head in doubt, and saw that his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a shadow in his eyes, "I--I'm worried that you will be scared when you see it."

"How come, do you have some terrible pattern tattooed on your body?"

She smiled disapprovingly, and took off his clothes neatly.

Can't help but let out a low cry.But under the dim candlelight, he was covered with cuts and bruises, old and new scars of different shades meandering and ferocious, like cracked ground, broken jade, dry autumn leaves, completely different from his warm and white face.

She covered her lips, only to feel that her heart was tightly clenched by invisible big hands, and her white fingertips lightly touched his skin.

A drop of clear tears rolled down, and it was falling on the hand he slowly stretched out, intending to touch her shoulder comfortingly.Trembling, containing the bitterness of heartache.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, I'll get better in the future--"

He stared deeply at her sad expression, as if he was touched by her caring for him so much, and as if he felt guilty that he made her feel distressed and worried.

"You're suffering, if only I'd met you sooner—"

She choked up and couldn't continue, the mark of the wolf's teeth on his left arm was so shocking, what kind of hardships he experienced alone in the mountains and forests--

"It's not too late, I still met you."

A smile line was drawn on the corners of his lips, gradually warming like candlelight, he leaned slightly to hug her half-squatting body, and said softly, "You will take me to Penglai, and my future life will be very happy, you said it, yes wrong?"

She suppressed her emotions, nodded silently, and helped him into the bathtub. The warm water flowed like waves, gently patting his skin wave by wave.Very pure, very peaceful.She bathed his hair with sesame oil and bathed his skin with orchid ointment. Those scars from the past, whether physical or spiritual, would heal quickly and never be mentioned again.

When she came out of the room after bathing and changing clothes, there was a sudden storm outside, the raindrops hit the window glass like dense drumsticks, and the candles were almost extinguished.A bolt of lightning struck the sky, and a branch in the yard seemed to be broken.

She subconsciously grasped the corner of her clothes, and pursed her lips slightly.

There was an imperceptible smile in his eyes, his face remained calm, and he frowned as if worried: "Xun Fang, are you afraid?"

"I don't--"

She blurted out like a rebuttal, and felt guilty after she finished speaking. She looked down at him with a concerned expression, and seemed not to notice anything unusual about her, so she breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "It's late, go and rest."

Seeing his small figure disappear at the door of his room, and hearing the door latch being clicked lightly, it seemed that a world was cut off.She was inexplicably lost and panicked. Could it be that this short time together had made her become so attached to him?She promised to protect him, but in the end, he was protecting herself.

I slowly retracted my body into the quilt, and hid again and again, until I was completely wrapped in pitch black, and I couldn't see the slightest scene outside. I thought that blocking my vision and hearing would reduce my fear, but the deafening thunder still ran over me. eardrum.

She hugged herself tightly, her body couldn't help shaking violently with the crackling sound, she suddenly wanted to go home, sleeping with her mother in the bedroom during the thunderstorm.

A familiar voice called her softly.

"Xunfang--"

She slowly unfolded her curled up body, sticking her head out of the quilt, and the red candle was lit at some point, under the faint candlelight, his concerned and worried expression, his clear face full of fortitude, made people feel at ease for no reason.He separated the blinding lightning that was still unstoppable by a curtain behind him, leaned slightly to meet her, and comforted her gently, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

She couldn't help but moved closer to his arms, and he took advantage of the situation and slowly hugged her tightly.His body was very warm, although it couldn't envelop her, but the comfort and firmness made her tense heartstrings gradually relax.

For the first time in his life, Prince Changqin disliked himself. He couldn't grow faster, couldn't transfer his soul to an adult, couldn't hold her in his arms and take care of her completely.

"I never thought that Xunfang would be afraid of thunderstorms."

He gently gathered her somewhat messy sideburns, and pressed her head against his chest, "If I knew this, why did I have to be brave just now, scaring myself like this, it makes me feel so distressed."

"I--"

She murmured and couldn't speak, her face was blushing and she felt that the tips of her ears seemed to be burning hot.I don't know why, but I feel that the breath on his body is very familiar, which makes people attached to him for no reason. His words are very gentle, which is not like ordinary children can have.Perhaps it was unusual for her to know him the moment they first met.

"I know that Xunfang cherishes her face--"

There was a bit of teasing in his voice, but he was still so gentle, "I will be with you in thunderstorm days from now on, don't be afraid."

Her girlish body fragrance is rich and fragrant, which evaporates with sweat, and her slim and graceful figure is like a white jade carving in Kunlun Mountains, radiant and plump.It's just that at this moment, although there is only a middle coat as thin as cicada's wings, his heart loves her just like the prince Changqin did many years ago, but he doesn't have the slightest impulse or thought to go beyond the rules, just like the one just now. She was as pure and honest as she bathed him.

He just wanted to hold her, protect her, and feel that she was at ease in his arms, sleeping peacefully like a rabbit, and he felt happy.

Probably those childhood sweethearts in the world feel the same way.

She moaned a few times unconsciously, and finally leaned against him and fell into a deep sleep.The small palm gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and the skin was slightly cold due to the evaporation of sweat beads.With a smile on his lips, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly.She will not know.

Xun Fang, when this body grows up, you will naturally understand me - will you forgive me for taking this opportunity to secretly kiss you.

No forgiveness, and it's too late.When you were young, didn't you already like the grown-up Prince Changqin?

At that time, you were much stronger than I am now.

It's really -- the mind is impure.