"If Lin shaonan never touched you, you will always be my woman!"
Musizhe looked at Lin Wenyi's eyes and said without blinking. When Lin Wenyi heard his words, he was stunned. What did he mean?
He's his woman?
"What do you mean?" Lin Wenyi looks at Mu Sizhe with some uncertainty and asks.
"You are my woman, but now you come to see me as someone else's wife!" Musizhe looked at Lin Wenyi's eyes without blinking, and said a thousand grievances.
What is he talking about? Lin Wenyi's heart missed another beat. Is it his woman?
"Well, I'm hungry. Cook porridge for me!" Lin Wenyi didn't know how to deal with musicHe, so he had to turn the topic aside. MusicHe looked at her and said: "wait, I'll cook porridge for you!"
Lin Wenyi is sitting by the bed, watching Mu Sizhe make a fire. Her mind is in confusion. Did she live with him before? What did they look like before? Just like now, does he make food for himself?
All of a sudden, she realized a real problem. How do they sleep at night? It seems very cold to sleep on the ground. It's not suitable to sleep in a bed.
Her heart is tangled, and musure looks at her from time to time. Her eyes are deep, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.
It was getting dark and the two men were in the room. No one spoke.
Mu Sizhe is dedicated to cooking porridge. It's not the same here as in the city. It's OK to put rice in the rice cooker in the city, but it needs human intervention.
"Wenyi, porridge is ready!" When Lin Wenyi was already dozing off, Mu Sizhe came over and put a bowl in front of her.
"Oh, thank you!" Lin Wenyi takes over the porridge, which emits a strong fragrance, which makes her feel inexplicably happy.
"Be careful, it's a little hot!" Seeing that she was about to drink with a bowl on her hand, musizhe said quickly.
Lin Wenyi is a little speechless. He is not a three-year-old. He doesn't know how hot and cold he is.
She carefully blew the porridge, and musizhe reached for it and said, "I'll feed you!"
"No, I can do it myself." Lin Wenyi took the porridge and drank it slowly.
Moshe dotes on him and smiles all over his eyes.
After eating, Lin Wenyi looked at the bed and asked, "how can I sleep at night?"
"How to sleep, how to sleep!"
“……” Lin Wenyi is speechless for a while. How does she know how she used to sleep?
Muse Zhe is in a good mood. He goes to wash the dishes, hits the foot washing water and comes back and says, "I'll help you wash your feet!"
"No, I can do it myself!"
Lin Wenyi jumps up in a hurry. How can she let musizhe wash her feet?
Moschus was a little lost. Her refusal was not the last time they were here. He just wanted to find the feeling of that year, but she refused herself.
Lin Wenyi quickly washed his feet, shrunk to the bed and said, "otherwise, I will sleep on the ground at night!"
"There are no extra quilts here!"
"It's not cold!"
"The temperature in the mountain is lower at night!"
"I'm not afraid!" Lin Wenyi said, jumped out of the bed, and Mu Sizhe helplessly watched her shake her head and lay on the bed.
The night in the mountain is rather cold. Lin Wenyi looks at Mu Sizhe without a man's bearing. She lies on the bed and sits at the table. Maybe she is too tired in the daytime. She lies on the table and falls asleep soon.
Mu Sizhe opened his eyes and looked at Lin Wenyi, who was lying on the table. He sighed a little, got out of the bed and put her on the bed.
Lin Wenyi went to the bed, arched toward the warm place, and found a comfortable position to sleep in the arms of musizhe.
Muszer looked at the little woman in his arms with his eyes open. Holding her in his arms was like filling the whole world.
The fragrance of her body rushed into his nostrils, and his heart wandered.
He gently bowed his head and kissed her on the back of her neck. Lin Wenyi moved. He quickly stopped his action.
This night, the warmth of a room in the mountain, the people on the bed embrace and sleep together, sleeping extraordinarily sweet.
In the dream, Lin Wenyi dreams of being chased and killed again. Her mission is to flee to a river. There is no way. The people behind her are in a hurry. She would rather die and jump into the river. The river will overflow over her head. In the water, she sees a figure and rushes to pull her. She goes up to kiss the man and then falls towards the water.
Then a big light split the water around her. She looked up and saw that musicHe was wearing white clothes and stepped on the water, pulling her out of the water.
"Muse?" Lin Wenyi exclaimed in surprise.
Mu Sizhe, who sleeps beside her, hears Lin Wenzou calling him. He quickly opens his eyes and looks at her. He finds that she is still closing her eyes and sighs slightly.In recent years, she often dreams of similar dreams. She can't see the face of that person clearly every time. But today, why does she clearly see that person is Muse?
"What's the matter with you?" Seeing Lin Wenyi's eyes widened, he asked anxiously.
"You, why are you in my bed?" Lin Wenyi hears Mu Sizhe's words and looks at him. She is obviously lying on the table. Why is she in bed?
"The night in the mountain is cold. I brought you up!"
"My clothes?" Lin Wenyi hurriedly looked at his clothes. Fortunately, they were still there.
Musizhe looks at Lin Wenyi as a thief. He cannot laugh or cry. He has become a monk in recent years.
"I must have done too many things for my bastard before, so I lost you. I won't do those bastard things again. You don't agree. I won't touch you. " Muse said solemnly.
When Lin Wenyi saw what he said seriously, he was relieved.
"Moschus, did you always come to help me at a critical moment?"
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I've always had similar dreams. There will always be a man in white to save himself in the most dangerous time. I couldn't see his face clearly before, but last night, I saw it." Lin Wenyi looks at Mu Sizhe, without blinking, the man in his dream is him!
"Every time, I feel too late!" When he said it, he was very sad. Every time, he would not come to her until she was frightened.
And for the last time, it was his failure.
"Is it really you?" Lin Wenyi's eyes brightened and reached for his arm.