The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

After saying that, Rong Qing hugged her horizontally, followed the position of the snake, pinched Qicun with quick eyes and hands, walked to the door of the tent, and flung her outward.

After throwing it a little far, he also used his strength to kill the snake, so that his hands would not be dirty and the smell of blood would not spread.

The posture in which he hugged her was extremely aggressive, even if he held her with one hand later, he could still stabilize her body.

She just needs to hold his shoulders, or... hug his neck more intimately.

Luo Ci clearly realized that he was no longer the weak and stubborn young man in the past, he was able to take charge of himself, making people feel reliable and reliable, and capable of protecting those around him.

Rong Qing didn't let go, but this time he switched back to holding her with two arms across his arms, carefully avoiding obstacles in the dark tent, and slowly placed her on the bed, his movements were gentle and reverent.

In fact, there is no need to carry her to the past, he can guarantee that she will not be bitten by a snake, and he can quickly deal with the snake.

But this time, he subconsciously felt that she was actually afraid.

That's why she held on to herself, that stemmed from subconscious fear, like grabbing the only straw around her, and she didn't want him to leave.

However, he restrained himself, restrained his emotions, and did not show the slightest weakness.

That's why he wanted to hold her together, unwilling to let her stand alone in the dark tent, silently enduring the fear brought about by the unknown danger that the snake might bring.

Of course, this is also a rare opportunity for intimate contact.

Rong Qing had already memorized the position of the candle lamp, and these trivial matters related to her were naturally remembered in his heart, so he lit the candle lamp without much effort.

It's just that there is no hot water at this point, and he deliberately left a pot of cold water, which is not very good for drinking tea at this point.

He poured water and handed it to her, "Sister, just drink it."

Luo Ci took the porcelain cup, thanked him, lowered her head and drank silently, like some well-behaved little animal.

The candle lamp was dimmed by him, the dim candlelight fell on her face, her long and thick eyelashes were slightly raised, she looked docile and obedient, her usual calmness faded a lot.

Rong Qing stared at her intently, feeling extremely at ease at this moment.

Luo Ci drank three cups of cold boiled water in a row to relieve her thirst. She raised her eyes to look at him, her lips were rosy and delicious because of being soaked in water, making people want to taste it.

She curled her eyelashes and blinked slightly, then parted her lips, "Rest."

He responded lightly, and when he saw that she was lying down, he turned off the candle.

However, when he turned around, his gentle expression condensed a little bit, showing a little gloomy.

Obviously she seemed to be about to say something important just now, but she dismissed the idea.

He pursed his lips tightly, obviously unhappy.

Rong leaned back on the soft couch, fortunately this soft couch was of a normal size and was not custom-made for her, so the couch would not be too small and require him to curl up slightly to lie on it.

Probably after this experience, they were not as restrained as before, and they could even hear the girl turning over slightly.

He was just depressed for a while, and then he suppressed those emotions. He has a strong control over his emotions, but this is not a release, it's just a backlog in his heart.

But otherwise, what could he do? He couldn't bear to force her, and he couldn't bear to cause her to be wronged.

More importantly, what he wanted came from her wholehearted response, only according to her wishes, without any other interests involved.

No pity, no guilt, as long as she purely likes it.

Slightly calming down, he thought of the snake that strayed into the tent, just now at the door of the tent, with the help of the moonlight, he identified what species it was, the poison was slightly stronger, but it would not be fatal immediately, and it is true that this kind of environment will haunt, isn't it? Someone threw a snake on purpose.

Perhaps the other tents have also been visited by that kind of snake more or less, but if they are sleeping soundly, if they are lucky, nothing will happen. If they are unlucky, the snake just passes by, and they will probably be bitten.

He thought to himself, throw the snake far away when he wakes up tomorrow morning, so as not to scare her when he goes out tomorrow, no matter how far he throws it, it will always be seen near here.

Nothing happened overnight.

the next day.

In the early morning, there were several screams from other tents. The sound was extremely penetrating and spread over a wide range. Luo Ci woke up from this sound.

Except for waking up once in the first half of the night last night, she slept very well and slept peacefully.

It's not just the poor sleep caused by being too sad, but also her own vigilance and distrust of the outside world.

She has been assassinated many times, and has been betrayed by people around her, and she has not practiced martial arts, so her physical strength is not much different from that of ordinary women, even because she was hit by an arrow a few years ago, her physical fitness is even worse.

All she can rely on is herself.

So I can't sleep well.

And last night was the rare good sleep in six years, she felt very at ease.

Subconsciously, she actually trusted Rong Qing a lot.

Even with him, the same opposite sex, sharing a tent.

When Luo Ci got up, there was no Rong Qing in the tent. She changed her clothes, and his gentle and pleasant voice just happened to be heard outside the tent, slightly lowered, so that no one would be mistaken for a male voice.

"Your Highness, may I come in?"

In the presence of outsiders, he naturally had to pretend, including address and voice.

He knew that the noise from other tents would definitely wake her up, so he only asked this question in order to avoid offending her.

"Can."

Then Luo Ci saw him come in with a basin of hot water, even soaking the handkerchief, as if he wanted to wash her face.

For some reason, she didn't dodge it, and stood where she was, letting the wet veil brush over her face with neither light nor heavy force, carefully wiping her face.

She closed her eyes when she rubbed her eyes, and opened her eyes when she got to other parts, her eyelashes felt a little moist, and her eyes were sparkling, extraordinarily bright and dazzling.

She saw the young man disguised as a maid in front of her, lowered her head slightly, with an extremely serious expression, as if she regarded it as something sacred.

The slender and wet eyelashes trembled slightly.

This is the first time she has had someone wait on her to wash her face since she became independent.

His careful and gentle strength, as well as his earnest and gentle expression, made her feel loved.

It seems that the whole heart is soaked in the hot spring, very warm.

It is memorable, and I can't help being nostalgic and dependent.

This emotion may be very faint, but it is more real than other senses.

Precisely because she is not prone to violent mood swings, she needs to be more rational and thoughtful.

She wanted to... wait until she was more sure before giving him a response.

She wants to understand what is like.

I want to know if she can give him the same love.

She knew that if she had to marry someone in this life, she would not dislike him, or even reject him. Maybe he was the only person.

But it's not fair.

He wanted to be with her because he liked it.

And she just felt right.