Chapter 110: A Suitable Pillow

An Rushuang fell asleep once lying down, and even didn’t wake up when she showed up at the military camp.

Thanks to her, the white horse could live at this tent. It lifted its forehoof and neighed slightly upon seeing An Rushuang, as if it was calling someone.

After a moment, there suddenly came a rustling inside the dark camp. With the curtain lifted quietly, a tall figure strode outside lightly.

Totally in rapture once seeing him, the white horse waggled its tail violently, and rubbed his neck with its head.

Though his half face was covered by an iron mask, the other half could totally reveal his handsomeness. With his lip corners curled slightly, he touched White Shuang’s fluffy head with his big palm and then its smooth fur forcefully. His eyes sparkled with a tinge of admiration.

Sensing his kindness at once, the white horse, with its forehoof lifted, couldn’t help neighing in pride, but was pressed down in a hurry by the man.

The white horse kept staring at its master in sullenness when he carried the young girl away in his arms.

How moody the man was!

An Rushuang heard the horse neighing before she turned over with a frown. She never cared about her pose during the sleep. Whatever she held in her hand, she would hold it firmly and never let go of it until she felt tired.

But today, the pillow seemed to be a little harder. Well… It’s all right, and most importantly, it was warm.

She was nearly frozen to death.

She held the “pillow” much more tightly, and even pressed against it with her other half cold face while murmuring, “Cold…”

Meng Li raised his dashing eyebrows and caught a glimpse of the girl in his arm. There was a gleam of smile in his cold-and-deep-lake-like eyes. His smile, like the spring breeze caressing his cheeks, left its print on his thin lips which also curled slightly.

There were many kinds of smiles, including sneer, smirk and so on, but the truly smile could only be found on Meng Li’s face.

Staring at the young girl who slept like an octopus, he couldn’t help thinking that she was no more than a naive and spoiled girl.

However, he had always kept quiet and discreet while walking. With An Rushuang in his arms, he could actually stop his arms from shaking slightly.

If someone passed by, he would know what happened immediately. This strong and cool man walked so carefully, because he feared that the girl sleeping soundly in his arms would be disturbed by any noise.

As it had turned dark, the only one who could see things clearly was the white horse, but it was a pity that it couldn’t speak.

Just then, this terrible man had stopped it from neighing anymore.

As strong as the young general was, he held An Rushuang with one arm and lifted the curtain with the other before stepping inside the tent.

The girl’s breath penetrated through his inner clothes and stroked his chest like a small fan. Gradually, there seemed to be a fire burning inside his body.

He wanted to put her down, but she held his neck so tightly. “Hong Yu, light another stove…” She murmured while drooling.

Hong Yu?

Meng Li frowned. Who was Hong Yu? It sounded like a girl’s name.

His tent was already warm enough. How come she still felt cold? Meng Li gazed at the bared skin on her arm as snowy and tender as tofu with his bright eyes.

He touched her skin with his fingertip and withdrew his hand at once. Compared with his temperature, An Rushuang’s skin was as freezing as cold water.

How come her skin was that cold?

He reached out his hand and wrapped the warmest fur cloak around her, and then drove some of his inner energy into her body through his palm. She finally stopped feeling cold after a while.

Meng Li was just sitting quietly as a sculpture with his hands dangling beside his body. The girl in his arms disappeared gradually at dawn.

“White Shuang!”

Meng Li intended to seize her, but he merely caught the fur cape instead.

With nothing in his arms, he suddenly came up with a strange idea.

She was still living at another place.

Otherwise, who was Hong Yu then? If she was indeed Bai Shuang, she should only know him.

This little cheater. She did play a trick on him! He shouldn’t have trusted her that easily!

Though thinking so, he gradually unbent his brows. He even wasn’t aware of the fact that there was already a relieved smile on his face.

He was such an unprecedented noble man, like the spring breeze blowing past your heart and bring you warmth.

When An Rushuang woke up, she thought it was still dark outside. Glancing outside the window in a daze and finding no light at all, she lied down again and held the rectangle pillow beside her.

It seemed different from the one she held last night.

With a frown, An Rushuang kicked the innocent pillow out of anger while murmuring, “How come it isn’t as warm as last night?”

Hong Yu was standing beside the bed to wait for her getting up. They were greatly frightened by An Rushuang’s illness, while today, she seemed quite well. “How could a pillow be warm enough? I will make a new pillow with cony hair for you, definitely soft and warm enough,” Hong Yu said with a chuckle.

An Rushuang didn’t want a too soft one. The one she used last night was good enough… An Rushuang thought.

Suddenly, a girl clad in peach red dress jumped into the room. That was indeed a hard jump.

With a bang resounding in the air, the girl fell to the ground with her butt bearing the brunt. Seeing her grit her teeth out of pain, Xiaotao hurried forward to help her rise to her feet. “Silver, why are you in such a hurry?”

With her face full of sullenness, Silver looked down at her clothes before saying with reluctance, “I intended to jump over the little puddle at the entrance…”

An Rushuang smiled, and Hong Yu even laughed wildly pointing at Silver. “Miss An, she just concentrated on trivial matters and neglected the more important one!” There was a flurry of laughter in the room.

Seeing Silver blush out of shame, An Rushuang said with a smile, “Luckily, you’re not hurt. Only your clothes got dirty. Go to see the doctor if you feel uncomfortable. You can get the money from Hong Yu.”

Silver lowered her head slightly, her face turning more crimson. “Thank you very much, Miss An!” She whispered.

An Rushuang went to the door after getting dressed and washing herself. There was no thunder at the moment, but it was still raining heavily. As cloudy as it was, there was no sign that it would turn sunny after a while.

An Rushuang murmured with a frown, “Hasn’t the rain stopped now?”

Hong Yu answered, “The downpour has lasted for a day and night. To the deafening thunder, the lightening seemed to dash to the ground directly as a silver dragon, quite horrible…” Hong Yu stared at the rain, her face covered by anxiety.

An Rushuang knew what she was worrying about, but she was not in the mood to ask her about that.

Though the rain in the spring was very valuable, lasting downpour was indeed a bad omen.

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