Seeing that the more he comforted her, the more she cried, the more she lost her mind.
On a cold winter night, the clothes of the two are wet
When the cold wind blows, it trembles like an oriole trembles. I drink a mouthful of the northwest wind, and I breathe apart and burp it.
He said: Don't cry anymore, your body will get cold inside and outside.
She vented her tears, shed many tears, panic, escaping from death, leaping for him, and staying by her side at this moment
She wiped tears with the back of her hand and did not cry anymore
He hugged her tighter, and the two of them were pressed together, so that they could keep warm to each other even if they were wet.
He walked along the deep ravine for more than a quarter of an hour and finally saw a simple wooden house, which seemed to be temporarily built by hunters in the mountains.
He hugged her and stood in front of the wooden house to ask questions. After asking three or four questions, no one answered
Walking forward, I saw a simple wooden strip with hemp rope tied up on the wooden door, and I was locked.
He put down the wooden strips with one hand and pushed the door in. It was dry inside and there was no turbidity. I am afraid that this hunter often came here.
As soon as you get started, there is a wooden table with an oil lamp on it.
He found a fire note at the corner of the table and lit the oil lamp. In an instant, the dark wooden house became bright, a narrow room, and all the walls were in full view.
There is only a rough wooden bed in the house, a wooden table with oil lamps in front, and two wooden trunks serving as wù trunks on the ground between the bed and the table.
There is a big fire brazier next to the wooden pier
He looked at the corner and saw neatly scrambled wood in the corner.
He said: I'll bring some firewood to burn, let you down first?
She nodded
He put her in his arms down
Her legs fell to the ground, and her feet stepped on the wet shoes and socks, squeezing out a stream of water.
She was leaving his arms, straightened up, and with a snap, she felt a chill under her body, she screamed, hurriedly hid in his arms again
He picked her up, avoided her, looked down and saw a wet shirt piled on the ground.
Looking at her again, her bare legs were being held in her arms by him
She was not wearing underwear, and the white legs were full of flesh and bulging private parts, just in his eyes
He thought of Ji Hong's words, "The spring breeze of Huayan Pavilion" once, and then looked at the shirt and robe under his feet, it seemed to be what A Xiang wore during the day."
Ruying was embarrassed and embarrassed, wanting him to let her go, but there was no hiding place here and there was no bedding covering her. She would only be even more embarrassed after she got off the ground.
She hid her body in his arms and said, "You, don't look again, I don't know where my dress and pants went. I was kidnapped by Deping tonight. She, she threw away my dress and pants.
Deping?
yes
Qi Shixiao heard that it was written by Deping, but for some reason he felt relieved.
He carried her to the corner of the house and picked up a few pieces of firewood, put it in a brazier and lit it.
Another thick fur was drawn from the corner of the house
He said: Take off your clothes first, I will help you dry and then wrap this.
She nodded
He put her down and turned around
She looked at him wet, with a small pool of water at her feet. Knowing that if she gave in, he would not be able to follow her. So she stopped wasting her mouth, took off all her legs, wrapped herself in the fur, and said: I'm fine
He turned around and reached for her jacket
She stopped her and said: Don't catch a cold, dry your outer shirt first
He nodded and saw that she had turned around in the white fur wrapped around.
He took off his shirt, pants, and then took off his mid-clothes and pants, and stood by the brazier. His body, which was originally suffering from the cold, was roasted by the fire, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war.
He rubbed his hands on his arm
Ruying faced the wall of the wooden house, watching his figure on the wall being stretched out by the lights, he took off his coat, was naked, and rubbed his arms so cold that he was rubbed straight from his arms.
She suddenly turned around, scaring him
She walked up to him a few steps, lifted up the wide fur, and wrapped him in it.
On a cold winter night, the clothes of the two are wet
When the cold wind blows, it trembles like an oriole trembles. I drink a mouthful of the northwest wind, and I breathe apart and burp it.
He said: Don't cry anymore, your body will get cold inside and outside.
She vented her tears, shed many tears, panic, escaping from death, leaping for him, and staying by her side at this moment
She wiped tears with the back of her hand and did not cry anymore
He hugged her tighter, and the two of them were pressed together, so that they could keep warm to each other even if they were wet.
He walked along the deep ravine for more than a quarter of an hour and finally saw a simple wooden house, which seemed to be temporarily built by hunters in the mountains.
He hugged her and stood in front of the wooden house to ask questions. After asking three or four questions, no one answered
Walking forward, I saw a simple wooden strip with hemp rope tied up on the wooden door, and I was locked.
He put down the wooden strips with one hand and pushed the door in. It was dry inside and there was no turbidity. I am afraid that this hunter often came here.
As soon as you get started, there is a wooden table with an oil lamp on it.
He found a fire note at the corner of the table and lit the oil lamp. In an instant, the dark wooden house became bright, a narrow room, and all the walls were in full view.
There is only a rough wooden bed in the house, a wooden table with oil lamps in front, and two wooden trunks serving as wù trunks on the ground between the bed and the table.
There is a big fire brazier next to the wooden pier
He looked at the corner and saw neatly scrambled wood in the corner.
He said: I'll bring some firewood to burn, let you down first?
She nodded
He put her in his arms down
Her legs fell to the ground, and her feet stepped on the wet shoes and socks, squeezing out a stream of water.
She was leaving his arms, straightened up, and with a snap, she felt a chill under her body, she screamed, hurriedly hid in his arms again
He picked her up, avoided her, looked down and saw a wet shirt piled on the ground.
Looking at her again, her bare legs were being held in her arms by him
She was not wearing underwear, and the white legs were full of flesh and bulging private parts, just in his eyes
He thought of Ji Hong's words, "The spring breeze of Huayan Pavilion" once, and then looked at the shirt and robe under his feet, it seemed to be what A Xiang wore during the day."
Ruying was embarrassed and embarrassed, wanting him to let her go, but there was no hiding place here and there was no bedding covering her. She would only be even more embarrassed after she got off the ground.
She hid her body in his arms and said, "You, don't look again, I don't know where my dress and pants went. I was kidnapped by Deping tonight. She, she threw away my dress and pants.
Deping?
yes
Qi Shixiao heard that it was written by Deping, but for some reason he felt relieved.
He carried her to the corner of the house and picked up a few pieces of firewood, put it in a brazier and lit it.
Another thick fur was drawn from the corner of the house
He said: Take off your clothes first, I will help you dry and then wrap this.
She nodded
He put her down and turned around
She looked at him wet, with a small pool of water at her feet. Knowing that if she gave in, he would not be able to follow her. So she stopped wasting her mouth, took off all her legs, wrapped herself in the fur, and said: I'm fine
He turned around and reached for her jacket
She stopped her and said: Don't catch a cold, dry your outer shirt first
He nodded and saw that she had turned around in the white fur wrapped around.
He took off his shirt, pants, and then took off his mid-clothes and pants, and stood by the brazier. His body, which was originally suffering from the cold, was roasted by the fire, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war.
He rubbed his hands on his arm
Ruying faced the wall of the wooden house, watching his figure on the wall being stretched out by the lights, he took off his coat, was naked, and rubbed his arms so cold that he was rubbed straight from his arms.
She suddenly turned around, scaring him
She walked up to him a few steps, lifted up the wide fur, and wrapped him in it.
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