His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 278

Feng Xian sat up and called out Lao Yu.

For convenience, Lao Yu's room was arranged next to him, but this time, no one came.

At this time, the rain became louder again, and his voice was very weak mixed in the heavy rain.

Fumbling towards the door according to his memory, his hand smoothly touched the door handle, and just as he was about to turn it open, the door suddenly moved "by himself".

He was very vigilant, and immediately held down the doorknob, his voice sharp: "Who?"

The heavy rain was fierce, and a faint voice came in from outside the crack of the door: "Yes, it's me."

this sound...

With a condensed expression, he opened the door immediately.

As soon as the door opened, a man threw himself directly on top of him, and was about to fall to the ground.

He held her hands in time, and he could feel the embarrassed look of her being wet from the heavy rain, and her body was tense.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked quietly.

The other party didn't speak, his hands were firmly grasping his arms, but his body was falling, and his hands were still shaking.

Feng Xian had no choice but to pick her up, turned around, walked slowly towards the bed, and put her on it.

I was going to call Uncle Yu, but the girl didn't let him go.

The whole person shrank in his arms, his body was shaking.

"I'll go to Uncle Lao to help you." He said softly.

"Help..." She whispered something.

"Huh?" Feng Xian lowered his head and listened close to her face.

He couldn't see the distance, and suddenly touched her cheek, his face was slightly tight, and he straightened up immediately.

"Big brother...let me...stay with you...here..."

A weak voice came, and before he had time to ask what happened, there were some noisy sounds outside.

Vaguely, not very real.

After more than a minute, the sound disappeared.

He lowered his head and asked two more sentences, but she didn't answer, and began to babble and say vague words.

His hands had been holding onto the clothes behind him, treating him as a driftwood in the flood, holding him tightly.

He eased his mind, reached out to touch his clothes, and wiped her face and hair.

She remained in his arms, motionless, but her body was trembling slightly.

After a few minutes, she slowly stopped shaking, and she was completely quiet.

The clothes in Feng Xian's hands were wet one after another, and he tried his best to wipe the rain off his body.

But her clothes were still wet, and he couldn't help them change them, let alone Old Yu.

There was no woman inside or outside the temple.

He sighed.

After staying in this position for too long, her body gradually became sore, so she leaned back, propped her back with a pillow, and then continued to use her dry clothes to wipe the rain for her.

He wasn't sure if she was injured. Although she smelled no blood, her words and deeds were abnormal, which was really worrying.

Gradually, the rain stopped.

The wet clothes he put on the bedside table also piled up into hills, all of which were wiped by the rain for this girl.

Finally, in the dead of night, his hand holding the half-wet clothes slowly lowered to the side of the bed, leaning his head against the head of the bed, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, his posture changed.

He was lying flat on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, with no one else beside him.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't pay attention to falling asleep last night. I just woke up and worried that the girl was still beside me. So, when Lao Yu came in, it was really difficult for him to explain.

But when did that girl leave?