[Chapter 199]: One Night "Love" on

It's cold and windy outside, and it's burning inside. There was a sharp contrast between the inside and outside the house, and the two people who were on fire in the house didn't say much. After lighting the bonfire, Tang Monk took a few smooth wooden sticks cut with daggers and found a few shabby cloth strips from the room and went to the side of Hattori Qingyuan. Without saying anything, he lifted the other party's slender legs. Suddenly, due to the a little domineering attitude of the other party, Hattori Qingyuan felt a burst of pain and shouted "ah". In my heart, I looked at this man who didn't understand with contempt. There was a proud curvature on the corners of his mouth.

Slowly roll up the other party's trouser legs. Tang Monk looked at this bloody beautiful leg, the slender milky white leg, even any beast with male physiological function will be interested in it. Tang Monk really didn't expect that the other party's neat skills could maintain such beautiful and slender legs.

"What do you want to do?" Facing the other party's hand constantly scratching the skin of his legs, Hattori Qingyuan, with a shy expression, felt as if he was being teased. The girlish feelings involuntarily exposed, and also had the anger of being humiliated.

"What do you say? Of course, the wound was examined. You want your legs to festate!" Tang Monk, who was originally eating the other party's "tofu", was caught showing his gentleman's behavior in a righteous but righteous way. He took out the only clean handkerchief in his hand and carefully wiped the bleeding wound of the other party. He was afraid that a slight action would make the other party feel pain. Looking at the man's careful expression, Hattori Qingyuan's heart was full of some kind of emotion, and no man had ever been so gentle to him. But then he thought that he was the enemy of the man in front of him, and the original happiness turned into a kind of ambivalence.

And Tang Monk, who was dressing the other party's wound, didn't expect that he had wandered many times between killing and not killing in this little girl's heart. After wiping the unclean part of the other party's wound, Tang Monk hugged the wound with his handkerchief, then pulled down the other party's trouser legs, and used the wooden frame to keep the other party's bones from being misplaced. Tang Monk, who planned to stop the wooden frame, said gently: "It may hurt a little. If you don't want this leg to be worn out, just put up with it. After saying that, Tang Seng suddenly tied the wooden frame. In the process, he couldn't help but take the opportunity to increase his hand strength, but Hattori Qingyuan was stunned and said nothing, as strong as a man. The sweat on his forehead had come out, and he felt that what he had done had not been the result he wanted. Tang Monk helplessly retreated to the bonfire on one side and added firewood to the crackling bonfire without saying a word.

Silence.

Silence.

Quiet.

A long time, a very long time. The two people are silent to each other like this, as if it were a battle. If anyone is the first to speak, it indicates that they have lost.

In the end, Hattori Qingyuan still couldn't stand his desire to know what tricks the other party was playing. He asked, "Why did you save me?" The voice was flat and there was no feeling, as if saying an extremely ordinary thing.

Tang Seng, who kept adding firewood to the bonfire, raised his head, stared straight into the other party's eyes, and then kept looking at the other party's body. That straight look made Hattori Qingyuan have a feeling of being looked at by this man, a kind of It makes her feel that she may not be wearing any clothes around this man. She kept subconsciously looking at her body wrapped in clothes, but she still couldn't look straight into the man's naked eyes.

"A man and a woman spend a night in the wilderness. Why do you think this man is willing to be this woman?" Tang Seng's eyes were full of provocatively looking at this simple female killer who is simpler than the current virgin, and it seemed that from her nervous expression, she felt that this woman might not be as difficult to deal with as other women. At least the aspect of pure love is really like a young girl with cardamom. Tang Monk, who thought of this metaphor, shook his head and felt that even a young girl with cardamom is not as simple as she is now.

"Don't pretend to be a bad person in front of me. Why do you want to save me?" Hattori Qingyuan turned a blind eye to the other party's provocative eyes and asked the original question.

"You mean that I pretend to be a bad person, and I'm a good person. The enemy of good people is bad people, so why do you still help bad people do bad things?

Listening to the other party's retort, Hattori Qingyuan didn't know what to say for a while. She didn't know why she felt that this man had been pretending to be a bad person in front of her, that is to say, she had regarded this man as a good person in her heart and did not continue to refute what the other party said. Hattori Qingyuan just said coldly, "Even if you save me, I will kill you next time!"

"There is no next time!"

"Are you going to kill me?" Hearing the other party's words, Hattori Qingyuan has a kind of doubt. If the other party wants to kill himself, then why save himself? If you don't want to kill yourself, why do you say that there is no next time?

"I can't kill a woman like a flower. I wanted to learn from those robbers and bullies and take you back to be a village lady, but I don't know how to do that kind of bully. That's not my style. But putting you back is right for me everywhere. I can only lock you up. Get rid of your temper. Although it won't make you follow me with all your heart, at least it makes me lose an enemy. Are you right? Tang Monk said with a smile.

Hearing that this man had a certain idea, Hattori Qingyuan stopped talking. He just pretended to be quiet and planned to recuperate himself, so that he could escape from this man tomorrow. If he is really imprisoned by this man, he will never put himself back like last time.

"Don't think about escaping in your mind, you can't escape. Don't say you hurt your leg. I won't let you go back even if you are not hurt. If you dare to run away, I really don't mind being an unruly hooligan and raping you first and then killing you. You can try it." Seeing the little Jiujiu in the other party's heart completely clearly, Tang Seng said intimidly.

"Do you dare?" Hattori Qingyuan provocatively confronted the man who shared a room with his lonely man and woman.

"Challenge my prestige. Don't say that I have some kind of news left by Sima for me. Even if I don't, I don't mind raping you first and then killing you. Do you think I saved you to get clues from the people behind you? You overestimate your own value. Tang Monk smiled indifferently, as if he didn't care about the woman who challenged his majesty at this time.

Hattori Qingyuan, who heard the other party's words, no longer talked too much with this man. She, a little virgin who has never practiced in person on a man, just heard that most men can't control a certain kind of desire in her heart. She is really afraid that this man will find some kind of pleasure in herself. Therefore, try not to continue to discuss the problem that you are completely unsure with this man. Instead, lie aside and plan to really sleep and refresh yourself. As for escaping, you can only practice it later. It's just that Hattori Qingyuan, who was wearing an ordinary dress, felt the severe cold in winter even next to the fire, and his whole body trembled with cold.

Tang Monk on one side saw Hattori Qingyuan, whose lips were a little purple, and sighed in his heart, "If this girl is not a killer, then this cabbage must be eaten by himself."

For such a cold winter, the small shabby house still has a broken opening. The cold wind is blowing, and even the Tang monk in a down jacket feels a certain coolness. Don't talk about Hattori Qingyuan, which has so few clothes. Tang Monk's heart is uncertain. Don't take it off! I can't bear to see the other party's cold look. Take it off! I will also feel uncomfortable with the cold. Maybe tomorrow I will really sneeze and even have a high fever. Although Tang Monk is not a gentleman, he can't be saved. Since he has bandaged the other party's injury, he doesn't care about a down jacket. He got up and walked to the side of Hattori Qingyuan and took off his down jacket. Put it on the other party. Suddenly, Hattori Qingyuan, who was wearing a down jacket, took a look at Tang Monk, and his eyes were full of some doubts.

"It's too cold in winter. Don't catch a cold." After saying that, Tang Monk continued to return to his position and warm the fire, hoping that the night would not be too long.

Seeing the man who gave himself clothes squatting by the bonfire and constantly rubbing his hands to keep warm, a certain emotion appeared in Hattori Qingyuan's heart again. Although he knew, he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you cold?"

Hearing the other party's question, Tang Seng was depressed for a while, and even had a kind of stupidity who wanted to curse you! Can you rub your hands so coldly?

"Of course it's cold! But there is nothing we can do about a down jacket. I just hope it will light up soon. Tang Monk, who kept adding firewood to the bonfire, approached the side of the bonfire again, hoping to make himself less cold.

Seeing the man's expression, Hattori Qingyuan, who wanted to talk for several times, finally followed a certain determination, and said in a fine voice, "Why don't we wear it together?" Hattori Qingyuan, who said this, felt his ears hot.

"What?" Tang Monk, who didn't hear it too clearly, asked doubtfully.

"Well... I said... Why don't we wear this down jacket together?" Hattori Qingyuan stammered and said these dozens of words for about a minute. Hearing this, Tang Monk felt a feeling of giving a hug, but he did not think that his kindness could make Hattori Qingyuan, a woman, completely give up his own ideas. It's like some kind of man who has something to do and refuses the other party's kindness as if he has too many righteous words.

"You are a little girl who hasn't been married yet. Let's hug each other like this for a night. Your innocence is gone."

After saying this sentence, the Tang monk felt that he was too pretentious. What era is this? I thought it was a two-thousand-year-old feudal dynasty. After being close to my skin, I had to cheat and give birth to a baby. Now it's the new century. One-night stands are not normal. After saying this, Tang Monk regretted it. Originally, he thought that if this little girl persisted a little longer, she would definitely throw herself into her arms, but she didn't expect that Hattori Qingyuan said something that made Tang Monk felt that he really pretended to be innocent, and such a good opportunity was let go.

"Forget it!"