Saying that, Rong Qing hugged her horizontally, followed the snake's position, quickly grabbed Qicun with his eyes and hands, walked to the door of the tent, and threw it out.

Throwing it a little far, he even killed the snake with Qi Jin, so that his hands were not dirty, and the **** aura would not spread.

The way he held her was extremely aggressive, and even if he held her with one hand later, he could 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 he used to be. He was able to stand on his own, making people feel reliable and steadfast, and able to protect the people around him.

Rong Qing didn't let go, and this time he switched back to hug her with both hands, carefully avoiding obstacles in the dark tent, and slowly put her on the bed, with gentle and devout movements.

In fact, there is no need to hold her and go with him, he can ensure 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 pulled herself, which stemmed from subconscious fear, like grabbing the only straw around her, and 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, and he didn't want her to stand alone in the pitch-black tent, silently enduring the fear of the unknown dangers that snakes might bring.

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

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

It's just that there is no hot water at this point, and he deliberately kept a pot of cold boiled water. It's not very good to drink tea at this point.

Poured the water and handed it to her, "Sister will drink it."

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

The candlelight was dimmed by him, and the dim yellow candlelight fell on her face. The long and thick eyelashes were slightly raised, and she looked docile and soft, and the usual calmness was much less.

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 before she quenched her thirst. She raised her eyes and looked at him, her lips were rosy and delicious because they were soaked in water, which made people want to taste something.

The curled feathered eyelashes blinked slightly, and lightly opened the lips, "Rest."

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

However, when he turned around, the soft expression condensed a little bit, showing a little gloom.

She seemed to want to say something important just now, but she dismissed the idea.

He pursed his lips tightly, clearly unhappy.

Rong Qing lay back on the soft couch. Fortunately, the soft couch was a normal size and was not custom-made for her, so the couch would not be too small, requiring him to curl up slightly to lie down.

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

He was only depressed for a while, and then suppressed those emotions. He has a strong control over emotions, but this is not a relief, but it has been accumulated in his heart.

But if this is not the case, what can I do? He is reluctant to force her, and he is reluctant to make her feel wronged.

More importantly, what he wanted came from her wholehearted response, only by her will, without any other interests.

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

Wei Wei calmed down, he thought of the snake that had strayed into the tent, just now at the entrance of the tent, and identified what species it was by the moonlight. Someone deliberately threw the snake.

Maybe other tents have been visited by that kind of snake more or less, but if they are sleeping, if they are lucky, they will be fine.

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

All night.

the next day.

In the early morning, there were several screams from the tents elsewhere. The sound was extremely penetrating and spread widely. Luo Ci woke up in this sound.

She slept well and soundly last night except for waking up once in the first half of the night.

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

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

All she can rely on is herself.

So sleep is restless.

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

Subconsciously, she actually trusted Rong Qing very much.

Even in the same tent with him, the same opposite sex.

When Luo Ci got up, there was no Rong Qing in the tent. She changed her clothes, and his soft and pleasant voice just came from outside the tent, which was slightly lowered and would not be regarded as a male voice.

"Your Highness, can you come in?"

In the presence of outsiders, he naturally has to disguise it, and address it to his voice.

He knew that the sound of the tent elsewhere would definitely wake her up, so he asked this to avoid offending her.

"Can."

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

For some reason, she didn't avoid it. She stood there and let the wet handkerchief brush by, with neither light nor heavy, carefully wiping her face.

When she wiped her eyes, she closed her eyes. When she waited for other positions, she opened her eyes, her eyelashes were a little moist, and her eyes were sparkling, especially bright and striking.

She saw the young man disguised as a maid in front of her, bowed her head slightly, and looked extremely serious, as if she regarded this as something sacred.

The slender, slightly damp eyelashes trembled slightly.

This is the first time she has been served to wash her face since she became independent.

His careful gentle strength and earnest and gentle expression made her feel cherished by others.

It was as if the whole heart was soaked in the hot spring, very warm.

It's memorable and can't help but be attached to it.

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

Because she is not prone to violent mood swings, she must be more rational and thoughtful.

She wanted...to give him a response when she was more sure.

She wants to understand what love is.

Want to understand, can she 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. This person might only be him.

But that's not fair.

He wanted to be with her because he liked it.

And she just felt right.