Chapter 522
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Outside the window, the rain finally fell. The rain was very heavy, and pomegranate flowers fell to the ground. The dazzling fiery red color was like the tail feathers of a phoenix floating in the water. Like the blood-red plum blossoms on the side of his neck, they appeared particularly warm and dazzling in this turbulent wind and rain.
Xiahou Qing listened quietly to the sound of the rain falling outside the window. His five fingers gently stroked his eyes, which were only for decoration, and he chuckled to himself.
His greatest regret in life was that he didn't know what his Xiao Shu looked like until he died. A hundred years later, when he was waiting by the Yellow Spring or the Bridge of Helplessness, what should he do if he missed her?
A burst of reckless footsteps suddenly pushed open the door and barged in.
"Who is so unruly!" Jiu Si immediately pressed down on his sword. When he saw the person clearly, he released his hand and said in surprise, "Miss Ning?"
In the bath, Xiahou Qing's hands were as fast as the wind. He hurriedly put the fake skin used to cover the plum blossoms on the side of his neck and grabbed an inner garment to put on.
"Miss Ning, my family's Shizi is bathing. It's really inconvenient to disturb him. Please wait outside for a moment. Shizi will come out to accompany you after bathing. Please … Miss Ning!" Jiu Si tried to stop her, but Ning Shu didn't play by the rules. He couldn't really do anything to her. She protected the things in her hands and ducked under Jiu Si's arm. She ran to the side of the pool and crouched down. She held all the good things hidden in her arms in front of him.
"Tangerine duck, crystal cake, lotus cake, and ice cream cheese. Good things, all for you!" Her voice was as clear and moving as the sound of the rain outside. No matter how cold a heart was, it would melt in such a voice.
Jiu Si said awkwardly, "Shizi, this …"
Xiahou Qing's thin lips pursed. After a moment of struggle, he finally chose to indulge himself. He raised his hand and said, "You can leave first."
The person by the pool bent her knees. Her eyes were red as she carefully held the things she thought were the best in front of him. The person in the pool had her wet hair spread out in the water. Her jade-like face was filled with a gentleness she didn't even notice. Jiu Si looked up at the scene in front of him and was speechless for a long time. He quietly bowed his head and retreated to guard the door.
He listened to Ning Shu's slightly panting breaths and said with a smile, "Little Shu, are you worried that I'm hungry, so you came to find me?"
"You look tired. You won't be hungry after eating." Ning Shu nodded vigorously. She was worried that he couldn't see, so she picked up a piece of crystal cake and brought it to his lips, wanting to feed him with her own hands.
Xiahou Qing asked, "Has Xiaoshu eaten yet?"
Ning Shu shook her head. "Not yet. Let's eat together."
Xiahou Qing chuckled and took the pastry. "My little Shu is really a good girl who understands others. If she becomes a wife in the future, she will definitely be a good wife and mother who is careful and gentle."
A faint blush appeared on Ning Shu's cheeks. She put down the plate in her arms and leaned towards him with her hands on the edge of the pool.
"Marry you," she said without hesitation. Her glass-like eyes were full of his reflection, and she couldn't let go of anything else. "Only marry you."
In the bathtub, Xiahou Qing, who was very close to her, was shocked. An uncontrollable heat rose in his chest.
His Xiao Shu actually wanted to marry him as his wife. His Xiao Shu was only willing to marry him as his wife. Impulse and greed were like fireworks exploding in his mind. He wanted to immediately hold her hand, to kiss her lips, to pull her into his arms without caring about anything else, to pull her into his bones and blood, to let her accompany him in life and death, to completely merge with her, to never be separated again.
What future? What future? What life and death? Why should he care? Why should he care? He, Xiahou Qing, was a person of flesh and blood. He had impulse, greed, and desire. Why should he let go? Why couldn't he be selfish? Why couldn't he indulge? Why did he have to be the perfect saint that everyone said? Why did he have to push her into the arms of another man?
How could he be willing? How could he be willing?
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