Chu Chuyan never thought that the person Mo Siyu wanted to guard against was himself.
He coughed lightly, put the long sword back to its original place, covered his bedding, extinguished the soybean oil lamp, and responded to her in a low voice: "I won't take it if I don't take it away, I won't cross the line, don't worry. "
Just as he closed his eyes, he was kicked hard.
Chu Chuyan: "..."
Chu Chuyan opened his eyes. In the dark bedroom, the light was very weak, and he could barely see the appearance of the person on the bed at the moment.
Mo Siyu slept soundly, wrapped herself in the quilt, like a silkworm chrysalis, tightly wrapped, breathing evenly, with half of her face exposed outside.
But those feet were not honest at all, moving around, they were already resting on his body.
Chu Chuyan had no choice but to sit up, pulled Mo Siyu's feet off his knees, covered her with the quilt, and then fell back on the bed and closed his eyes...
Being kicked awake many times in one night, Chu Chuyan was miserable.
He is obviously thin and weak, and he looks young. How can this person be so strong when he kicks people with his feet?
Mo Siyu slept soundly.
In the early morning of the next day, she was curled up in bed and was about to stretch, but found that her legs were firmly pressed down, and her arms touched a warm and elastic chest.
Mo Siyu: "..."
She snapped her eyes open.
Turning his head to the side, the man's eyes full of resentment are in his eyes.
Siyu blinked and growled: "What are you doing pressing my leg while you're so close to me?"
Where is her long sword?
Siyu fished her hand under the quilt, held the long sword in her hand, sat up abruptly, and... was dumbfounded!
Chu Chuyan remained motionless, just looking at her like this, with a slight complaint and sleepiness in his tone: "If I hadn't been so close to you, I would have rolled out of bed long ago.
If you didn't press down on your legs, you would have been kicked onto the bed long ago. "
Half of Chu Chuyan's body was already hanging off the edge of the bed. If it wasn't for his good balance, he might have fallen to the ground long ago.
Siyu looked at the empty space behind her, retracted her legs, moved her body inside, threw away the long sword in her hand, hugged and pulled Chu Chuyan together with the quilt When he got to the middle of the bed, his face was full of guilt: "I... I didn't mean it."
Siyu scratched her ears and cheeks, so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Chu Chuyan sat up, rubbed his sore neck from curling up all night, and muttered: "The day before yesterday, you were still behaved when you fell asleep, how did you become like this last night?"
Siyu could hear a trace of regret in his tone, as if she had known that she was like this, and would not have lived in the same wing with him from the beginning.
Siyu coughed a few times: "Well, I forgot to tell you, I have never slept well, my sister and I...every time I live in the same room with my brother, we always have separate beds... ..."
Chu Chuyan: "..."
The sound of footsteps came one after another outside the door, and the attendants had already started to move things to the carriage.
Little Six knocked on the door: "Master Yu, we are leaving soon, are you ready?"
Siyu hurriedly said: "Get ready, get ready, go downstairs right away."
Wrapped in the quilt, she went to the bedside, nestled in the quilt and put the coat on her body indiscriminately, then jumped off the bed like a storm, grabbed the medicine box and rushed out of the bedroom, disappearing from Chu Chuyan's sight as if escaping …
Chu Chuyan: "..."
Chu Chuyan looked at the back who was almost fleeing, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't describe the feeling for a while...