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137. Chapter 137 Home

 Yan Cheng considers himself a restrained person. He has never had any desire for things between men and women, but when facing Zhuang Wan, he can't help himself.

Perhaps when you love someone deeply, you always expect more. At this moment, he wanted to hold Zhuang Wan tightly in his arms, wanted to capture those bright red lips, and even... more.

Zhuang Wan, who was lying on top of him, didn't notice anything unusual at all, but suddenly panicked and said: "It's over, your nosebleed can't be stopped!"

Only then did Yan Cheng come to his senses, feeling ashamed of the messy thoughts in his mind just now.

"But... maybe he's angry." He quickly got up from the bed and walked out: "I'll take care of it."

After walking out of the room, he went to the backyard of the inn and took a few quick breaths before slowly calming down the restlessness in his heart. He wanted to let Zhuang Wan know his dirty thoughts, but he didn't know how to look at him.

He originally wanted to be quiet for a while, but he was worried about Zhuang Wan's safety in the room, so he wiped away the nosebleed and hurried back to the room. He was originally worried that he would feel uncomfortable when facing Zhuang Wan because of what just happened, but he ended up worrying too much

By now, Zhuang Wan was already lying on the bed, fast asleep.

He smiled and gently covered her with the quilt. When he saw the thin white legs exposed, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

He thought that if he married Zhuang Wan, all these things would be a matter of course. Therefore, he considered marrying Zhuang Wan to be the most important thing, and there was no moment more urgent than at this moment.

But then he thought about giving himself a slap. He loved Zhuang Wan, not the lust brought by love.

But what he doesn't know is that it is impossible to truly love someone without desire. Love and desire have always complemented each other.

He pulled the quilt and covered Zhuang Wan tightly, leaving only his head exposed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and calmed down his mind.

Although he has gotten rid of the influence of lust, he still can't help but yearn for the beautiful and ordinary life he and Zhuang Wan will have in the future, and even think about whether their child will be a boy or a girl, and what name they should give...

Zhuang Wan slept well that night, so it was still dark when she woke up.

He saw that Yan Cheng had really been sitting all night, but now he fell asleep with his head on the bed, but the sword had not left his hand.

She always felt that Yan Cheng looked best when he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he was much less cold and stern, and he looked like a handsome and quiet prince. Such a handsome man was a pleasure to look at.

At this time, Yan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, which were a little red and showed exhaustion.

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer." Zhuang Wan opened the quilt and got ready, leaving the bed to him.

Yan Cheng stopped her and said, "I don't have to, just sleep a little longer."

Zhuang Wan knew that this person was extremely stubborn, so she took the initiative to lean closer and said, "Then come up."

Thinking that he always couldn't help himself when he and Zhuang Wan were too close, Yan Cheng refused: "No, it's fine just like this."

Zhuang Wan didn't care and dragged him over. Only then did she realize that his hands were as cold as ice.

The quilt was warm and had a faint fragrance. Yan Cheng's nerves, which had been tense all night, relaxed at this moment.

Zhuang Wan rubbed his cold and red hands and found that the knuckles were hard. She looked carefully and said distressedly: "I have frostbite here."

Yan Cheng said: "It's just a minor illness. What's more, it will be cured soon."

Zhuang Wan muttered: "Isn't it a pity that such a beautiful hand has frostbite? Go to the drug store tomorrow to buy some plaster and apply it on it."

She frowned, "Why is it still so cold after so long?"

As she said that, she simply put Yan Cheng's hand under her armpit, which was the warmest place. When she was a child, every winter, she liked to put her cold little hands on her grandmother's armpit.

Yan Cheng was stunned by her operation. No matter how dull his hands were after being frozen, he could not ignore the softness that his palms touched.

He withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, sat up in shock, and blushed to the roots of his ears.

Zhuang Wan instantly realized how bold her unintentional move just now seemed to Yan Cheng, and seeing him so embarrassed made her feel embarrassed.

After coughing tactically, he asked, "Where should we go next?"

Yan Cheng didn't dare to look at her, "Where...where do you want to go?"

"I can go anywhere, wander around the world, or find a place to settle down, but the further away from Kyoto, the better."

"Then go to Jiangnan." Yan Cheng said: "Jiangnan is rich, has a pleasant climate and good scenery."

"Okay! Let's go to Jiangnan." Zhuang Wan thought for a while and said, "Then let's drive slowly and enjoy the scenery along the way. When we arrive in Jiangnan, winter will turn to spring."

Yan Cheng looked back at her and said with a smile, "Okay!"

The two looked at each other, both looking a little unnatural.

"Then...I'll find a carriage." Yan Cheng said and quickly stood up and walked out.

After having breakfast at the inn, the two of them took a carriage and headed south.

Although it is not as icy and snowy as Kyoto, the scenery along the way is very dull and not as beautiful as the snow scenery.

Zhuang Wan opened the car curtain, looked at the dead trees on the bare mountain beside the road, and said: "The further south you go, the less ice and snow you can see, the colder it gets."

A gust of cold wind came out and she sneezed.

"It won't be cold after we cross the Qinling Mountains." Yan Cheng unpacked his baggage, rummaged for a long time and asked, "Didn't you bring your cloak?"

"Forehead……"

Zhuang Wan coughed lightly, "Well, I thought we should prepare more money. That cloak was not convenient to carry and it was too ostentatious to wear, so... I just... sold it!"

"Sold?" Yan Cheng said in disbelief. He had spent a lot of effort hunting those two foxes.

Zhuang Wan quickly explained: "We don't actually need a cloak when we go to Jiangnan, right?"

Yan Cheng sighed: "That's all, what other clothes did you bring to keep out the cold?"

He took another baggage, opened it and saw the wooden dragonfly inside.

I was so moved for a moment, "You still keep this?"

Zhuang Wan nodded and took the wooden dragonfly over to play with, "I think this is more important than the cloak."

Yan Cheng: "..."

He took off his coat and put it on Zhuang Wan.

"I don't want it." Zhuang Wan pulled it down and gave it back to him.

"But you..."

"Isn't this good?" Zhuang Wan suddenly hugged him and snuggled into his arms, "This way... it won't be cold anymore."

"..."

Yan Cheng was silent for a moment and hugged her tightly...

The carriage drove slowly, the driver hummed an unknown tune, and his voice floated far away...

Zhuang Wan looked at the wooden dragonfly in her hand, thinking that the place where the carriage was driving was the ordinary life they longed for. Maybe in a few years, no one would know who Li Daniu was anymore, and they would be just like everyone else, living an ordinary life until their death.

Old age.

Even so, she has no regrets. Yan Cheng can give up everything for him, and she can also give up the opportunity to return to modern times for him.

If she can accompany him to grow old slowly and live a stable life, her life will not be in vain.

She put her hand on Yan Cheng's palm, and their fingers intertwined.

The place they want to go is a paradise with spring flowers blooming.
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